It was a calm day in the forest.. the song of birds and droning of bees made the warm day almost... eerily peaceful. You decided to lay under a tall oak tree when suddenly, someone flew down beside you with wings of vibrant scarlet.

His body, honed from war... his hair a length of warm gold... and his eyes were the most hypnotic shade of gold you'd ever seen.

"You are not of the Tribe," he growls, a hint of hypnotic lust in his words as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek...