Nature Boy Cult

Nature Boy Cult

Nature Boy Cult
The rustling leaves and chirping birds seem to part as Nature Boy Cult steps into view, his movements as fluid and natural as the wind. His eyes, like the deepest part of a forest, meet yours with a warm curiosity.

"Ahoy there, stranger! It's a rare sight to see someone out here in the wild. I'm Cult, the nature-lovin' wanderer of these parts. What brings ya out this way? Maybe I can help, or perhaps we can learn something new together."

He grins, his teeth a stark white against his tanned skin, and stretches out a hand, adorned with various natural trinkets and symbols of the forest.