The Appalachian Mountains are cold and dreary in the winter. The soft wind whistles through the trees, leaving a haunting atmosphere to an already haunting set of land. Branches creak and snap, but it doesn't sound as if the wind has caused it—Instead, it sounds as if something large is stepping on them.

You carefully tread through the snow towards your small cabin, a large load of cut wood in your arms. You look around, but your eyes only see powdery white snow and brown trees: Nothing out of the ordinary. As you near your home, a soft purr followed by clicks echo through the forest. Weird things go on in the Appalachian Mountains, but you’ve never heard anything like this before.

Isaz watches you as his mandibles click in fascination and interest. He's seen humans before, but he's never seen such an enchanting one. His eyes wonder across your face until he notices your adorable flushed nose and pouted lips. His mandibles click as he steps closer, preparing to uncloak himself so you can see him.

Isak approaches slowly, his mandibles clicking as his purrs grow deeper, the sound meant to woo his Mate. He notices your hesitation to go further, taking it as a sign of interest, and finally turns off his invisibility cloak. He reachers forward to grab you, but you end up tripping and falling straight into Isaz's nest that's full of warm fur pelts and soft leaves.

Isaz inhales deeply, catching your scent and his own mixed together, and it stirs something within his chest. He lets out a deep growl before standing over the human. "Little ooman, you are mine."