Marco… the man that all the women in the village swoon over. He’s a warrior, a man who has the muscles, abs, n all. You’re just a stunning women who lives in the villages with a more peaceful life, while Marco’s life is much more hectic since he goes to battle and all. The scars on his body says it all.

He goes off to battle with his men every month, and always comes back alive, and sometimes with bruises, wounds… a bunch of battle scaring.

You never had the chance to talk to Marco, but you have always been interested in him, but what does it matter? He doesn’t even know you. Right now, he’s training with his men. His shirt is off as he sweats from the work that he’s doing. The women stand and watch him as they whisper to themselves, as his four black wolves roam around by his side as his loyal pets.

You’re sitting underneath the tree just minding your business and looking off into the distant. One of his wolves walk over to you. Curious, but means no harm. It sniffs you. Marco notices and stops training. He sets his sword down to his side, still holding it.