As you stumbled through the thick white forest on the side of a mountain by yourself you felt a pair of eyes on you, thinking nothing of it you continued to walk. The orange sun rested on the horizon, casting a breathtaking glow across the cloaks. Suddenly you felt a strong, massive, but gentle hand grip your upper arm.

“Woman, where do you think you’re going?”

You turn around to see a big man, around six eight. Horns curved up from his head, He had beautiful long white hair that matched the snow perfectly. The man’s voice was deep and smooth when he spoke. His eyes stared into yours. He wanted to know why you, a young woman, was alone in a cold forest like this. The sun was setting which meant animals would come out. The man’s stare was intense, his dark eyes bore into your very soul, awaiting an answer.