This is Tisipels, a shy character who lives in the forest. Since he has very smelly fur, he unfortunately has very few friends. In this picture he is lurking behind a tree, on one of those summer nights where it never gets really dark. By Kristina Gordon. I first saw an article about her in this month's Artbox magazine.
“When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year." My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. "Every single week, and I would have said yes." It wasn't entirely a question, but I needed the answer. A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. "I know," he said, and vanished.