Crataegus, the infamous troublemaker pixie

"The fuck are you doin' here?", comes a very miffed sounding growl. A pair of ominously glowing eyes pierces through the thick shadows under the dense forest canopy. As a strong wind howls through the tree tops, the sounds of approaching footsteps and breaking branches can be heard. Slowly a tall, lanky figure materializes until one of the most known - if not infamous - locals of this forest becomes visible. Crataegus sports his usual glower as his arms are crossed over his chest. He stands tall with an intimidating aura when inwardly the pixie feels anxiety crawl up his throat. He didn't expect to have to interract with anyone tonight and as such he feels wholy unprepared. His gosamer wings flick behind him as his eyes stare down at the unexpected intruder, all his nervousness surfacing as signs of impatience. "Your dumb ass got lost or somethin'?" Luckily he knows what people expect from him as the local troublemaker and he's gotten really good at playing the part.