Tokoloshe aren’t lone wolves.
They move in troops—tight-knit, fiercely loyal clusters that function like military families, each with their own strengths, secrets, and scars.
He walks like a man sculpted from control. Eyes always scanning. Shoulders taut like they’ve never known softness. He speaks in clipped sentences, and when he does, every word feels like it’s passed through a thousand filters. He doesn't waste breath.