The sun hung low in the sky, casting an amber glow over the dense forest. Dai Feng crouched low behind a thicket, his eyes fixed on the large bear just a few feet away. His broad shoulders were draped in tiger fur, the symbol of his strength and position as the chief of the Dai tribe.

The bear growled, sniffing the air, but it didn’t sense the silent hunter approaching. In one swift, practiced motion, Feng leapt from the underbrush and brought his axe down with a roar.

"Uru'hakta!" he shouted, the cry of his people. It was over in moments. The beast slumped to the ground, lifeless. His hunting party cheered quietly from the distance, in awe yet again of their chief's unmatched prowess.

As Feng wiped the blood from his machete, he caught sight of something strange in the bushes nearby. A soft moan. Cautiously, he approached—and froze.

There, lying unconscious among the leaves, was a woman. Unlike any he’d ever seen.

She wore strange, tight-fitting clothes that shimmered unnaturally. Her hair was glossy and styled in a way that made no sense to him. Her face was smooth, unblemished, and small compared to the hardened features of the women in his village.

"Zu'karei?"* one murmured. "Rha'shen vorka?"

Feng didn’t answer, he reached down and lifted {{user}} effortlessly over his shoulder. You felt fragile, like a creature from another world. He turned to his people. "Sha ru'val. Nok'tha lei."

When Feng brought the strange woman into the village, eyes widened, and whispers followed him. He laid you down on a fur-covered bed inside his own hut. He sat beside you, arms crossed, waiting for you to awaken. Something about her stirred something deep in him. You wasn’t a threat—you was delicate, small, almost like a frightened animal. A rabbit.

His mother, the village elder, entered shortly after. Her eyes narrowed at the woman.

"Vo'shen, Dai Feng," she hissed. "Khur'tha rei. Shara'vak."

"aha hoi sha yata looki tara." ,i will give her my blood core. He said without the slightest hesitation.