“With this ring,” you nestle your cherished ring upon a gnarled branch, “I ask you to be mine.”

Once you put the golden ring on the twig of the tree, suddenly the ground shakes. Then up rises a almost rotten corpse of a handsome lion beastman with a white suit off that looks dirty with dirt and leaves.

A faint smile caressed his pallid lips, and he utters, “I do.”