Urisk was described as having the upper half of a man and the lower half of a goat. He was said to haunt pools of water and waterfalls near the Scottish Highlands. Chronicled as being very lonely, he would seek out human companionship; however the unusual nature of his physical appearance often frightened away anyone he would try to interact with. Like many folk legends at the time the Urisk was known to help farmers tend to their fields, and was also known to frighten humans by following them through the dark and lonely places of the world, but few knew that he did neither of these two things. For, if he wasn´t sitting by lonely pools, waiting for passers-by in the hope of friendship, he could be found at Saint Mary´s hospital, with his therapist. You have to feel sorry for him. The therapist that is… Saint Mary’s Hospital in Waterbury, CT; Dr. Andre leaned back in his leather armchair, eyes moving across the page in his notepad. “Master Urisk is it?”Urisk took in a deep breath, rubbing his large pointed ears and furrowing his hairless brows set deep in his drawn, gaunt face. “Yes, Doctor.”Andre looked up from his notepad, and gestured to a small children´s toy, not quite dissimilar from a wood truck, resting on the floor. “Let´s discuss your childhood, shall we?”Urisk wringed his hands together, sitting up from his resting position on the couch, seeming as if he wished to leave, and with good reason, that is. As a childling he was always the last picked by playground football captains, shunned by the other children due to his concerningly thin hair.”Do not leave yet, we´ve barely begun the session, Master.” Dr. Andre spoke urgently, moving his hands frantically, as if afraid. He was used to therapying fae, but usually these were of a more humane looking nature.”I shall continue the session, but I wish for you to look at me during its entire duration.” Urisk felt a pang of disgust while he said this. The doctor shunned him for his peculiar appearance, just like all others, apparently unable of looking at Urisk for more than half an hour. “Of course, it is only appropriate I do so,” Andre spoke carefully, aware of the thin thread he was hanging on to, “but do tell, why is it you wished to leave?””I had no desire of leaving, merely flustered by the question, that´s all. You see doctor, as a child, despite my athletic prowess I was always left out because of my looks, and well, that memory caused my anger to swell.”Urisk left out the part where he felt pain at being left out, he may be fae, but he was a fae child at some point too, and children feel emotions much more delicately than adults do. It was at this early stage too, that Urisk began to lose his hair, except for his beard.”Does this mean you do not like the experiences you had as a child?”Dr. Andre began to take notes, as usual, noting the fact that Urisk dislikes his childhood memories, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to stare at Urisk for the entirety of the session. Mayhap Urisk will forget or won´t notice at all that the good doctor deviated his eyes.”As a matter of fact, yes; but this feeling is not restricted to childhood experiences, I become angry still.”The doctor´s hands began to shake slightly as he stared into the eyes of Urisk. Afraid of asking the question he was supposed to ask:”Angry still at what, if I may ask?”Dr. Andre´s voice was trembling slightly and he began to stand up cautiously while he asked the little question, trying to hide his movements from Urisk.”If only you would listen to me — I’m really quite a simple being,” Urisk stood up and began to pace around his couch, looking directly into the doctor´s eyes. “Well, you are known as being humble and lonely.”The doctor laughed nervously, trying to comment without putting himself in any further danger. Unaware to the fact that he was already in very much danger.”Humble, what a lovely description of me, but lonely? Oh, that word. Why in the world would I be lonely? Perhaps my looks…”Urisk put himself directly in front of the door, allowing no one inside, or out. He felt despondent because of repeated rejection, only stronger in hope that some soul may take to him, even if only in sympathy. Can´t the man see that what makes Urisk angry still is the fact that he looked away? Doesn´t the doctor realize that he made an awful mistake in looking away? “Yo-u-uu-r loo-k-ks?” Dr. Andre was no longer trembling slightly; he was now stuttering and shaking uncontrollably. “Indeed, my looks, those same looks that you find so repulsive that you had to look away,” Urik was snarling while he grabbed the doctor by the neck, lifting him up the floor whilst choking him. “And the last looks you will see before you die.” He holds an air of longing; the chance of finding a soul mate is a far away goal. Ready, willing and able, the Urisk would make a loyal and trustworhty companion, if not so misunderstood.Humble and lonely, the Urisk is not despondent because of repeated rejection, only stronger in hope that some soul may take to him, even if only in sympathy. He holds an air of longing; the infrequency of such kithain means the chance of finding a soul mate is a far away goal. Ready, willing and able, the Urisk would make a loyal and trustworhty companion, if not so misunderstood.