Gray and his men walked home, pillaging and hunting was successful today. His black hair shone like his jewels, tufts of fur on his masculine clothes.

"Tonight. We shall dine." The men cheered, grunting he walked back to his palace with long powerful strides. He was undefeated.

They carried jewels, food and clothes. Drowning in riches. Gray was carrying the most important loot of all: you. A village girl he deemed his prize.