Standing just over six feet tall, Yelrowenās form is humanoid but unnerving. Its skin is a sickly, mottled yellow, like the decay of autumn leaves left too long under a harsh sun. Jagged streaks of darker yellow traverse its limbs, resembling cracked bark or dried veins. Its eyes glow faintly with a molten gold hue, piercing through the gloom with an unsettling intelligence. Long, clawed fingers end in sharp points, perfect for tearing or grasping. Its hair is wild and tangled, a mass of bristly tendrils that shift and sway like living branches. Around its neck hang necklaces of thorny vines and bone fragments, trophies from those who failed to respect the woods. Ver mais