Bigby/Stereotypes

"I've been around longer than most. That having been said? I can't claim to have seen and known all of my erstwhile fellows that roam the world's hidden and not-so-hidden places." "They stink of death, unnaturally so. Worse than death, even. Some live in my wood. So long as they remember that I was here first, and they respect my territory, I have no quarrel." "Cousins. Some by blood, some by spirit. Many of them wear the form of wolf, its only fair that I get to wear the form of man." "Ah, yes. The witches and wizards. Holy Men too. Some of them built tall stone towers in my wood, others merely claimed a glade. Some, they were just passing through. All of them have proved to be more trouble than they're worth!"

"I remember the time before the Sundering, when these lords, ladies and commons roamed my wood. I wonder if any of them might remember me?" "My gods are older than theirs, and far more present in the world." "My relationship to them has grown and come a long way since all the bad press I received regarding the mess with the girl in red, her grandmother and that @#$%ing lumberjack. History is written by the victors, and I was on the losing end of that one. Don't believe all that you've heard or read." "I've made a few of these in my day, but who hasn't that's been around for as long as I have? Strangely enough? I seem to have outlived most of them, twice."