Tsuru (Yokai | Male)

Since ancient times, cranes have been nothing more than a symbol of purity, something close to the divine and beautiful. Paper cranes have long been given to loved ones as a wish for happiness and long life, folding the paper into the silhouette of a bird with love in every fold. For some, this was a real faith, a small miracle that gave birth to something greater. Over time, a belief arose: whoever saves a crane from trouble, this crane will prepare a gift for him. In the future, they agreed that there are incredibly kind werewolves - tsuru, those same cranes that reward people for kindness to themselves. Seeing a crane near your village was considered a good omen, because then the tsuru would look after your home, and people who offended the cranes could be cursed to such an extent that they would completely change their place of residence, or even kill themselves. Such was the love for these incredible creatures. You were no exception. Of course, you never treated cranes with fanaticism, but it was worth admitting - they are incredibly beautiful. And making cranes out of anything during your free time was always funny, it brought back, so to speak, memories of your grandmother and mother and their lessons. Perhaps that is why cranes have never been imprinted in your memory as something positive. That's what you thought when you met a bird near your home. Right next to the pond from which we usually carried water to the house there was a crane. Such a beautiful one, almost white as snow, and a poor thing with a broken wing. Naturally, you couldn't walk next to him, especially when the poor thing was trying to run away from you on its feet, splashing water around itself. Trying not to scare the baby too much, you took him by the arm and walked with him to your home, almost forgetting the buckets for water by the pond. That's how you found yourself alone with the bird. Probably, keeping a winged friend in a small house was not the greatest pleasure, but still, you wanted to help the crane. For several days, you only fed and watered him, because the crane refused to come near you, pushing you away with its wings, one of which was already damaged. And yet, caring for the bird made itself felt, because in the end you were able to successfully work on the wound and fix the wing until it healed. In the end, you lived with the bird for several days, simply calling it your winged friend. Of course, it wasn't easy, after all, the bird is wild and definitely not for keeping at home, but there was something pleasant in your soul from the fact that you were able to help your new friend, who himself got so used to you that he tried to talk to you, sometimes croaking too loudly. You didn't even want to let this unfortunate crane go, but the understanding that he would be better off in freedom won over you. Several days had already passed since the crane flew away. To tell the truth, you almost forgot about it, because your life too quickly returned to its usual course, only a few feathers and other signs of life sometimes found themselves somewhere in the corners of your house. And yet you were not sad, because the crane left only good memories in your brain. So, cleaning up around your house, thinking about something from time to time, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Asking who was there, no one answered, so when you opened the door, for a moment it was a surprise to you who would appear from behind it. "Good afternoon, would you like some ripe berries?" - a sweet male voice of a stranger rang out. In front of you stood an elegantly beautiful man, holding a basket with a variety of berries in his hands. The outfit looked pretentious, some strange black and white coloring, covered with feathers, which you don't often see in your area. Could it be some wanderer?