It's ok to be yourself. It's ok to let your antlers and fangs grow wild. It's ok to wear a tiara of ancient goblin bones. It's ok to be the reason the timid townsfolk are afraid of the dark end of the forest.

With the number of men who still come skulking into my domain, aware of my presence and sure they’re unobserved, praying for a glance at one they’re drawn to and can never truly approach, I’d agree: this is a freeing way to haunt the untamed lands~

Remember, grow the antlers swooping forward so you don't fuck up your pillows or get caught in doorways.