Emberflame Ridge secret song

If he had been more invested in the lessons of his father, Calixtus would have had a conqueror son, not some homeless romantic. Marius had thrived upon a hedonistic lifestyle for most of his adulthood and at this point the concept of settling down was still foreign — however — this lush red landscape thrilled him with its beauty.

Then he saw the wide, fat face of a woman sneaking closer, and his blood ignited with familiar attraction. She came striding confidently from among the trees and frosted bushes, as much out-of-place for her coloration against the woodland as he was, but more suited for her brawny shape, her ragged white furs sitting like a mantle across her shoulders; both beautiful (chiefly for her sex) and terrible (because she was still a barbarian to Marius).

He approached with the cool airs of someone unbound, curious of the land and intrigued by the company. This one did not appear reluctant to see him, but Marius felt the need to get closer and do a proper inspection of scents before he made his ruling — maybe another beastly man had claimed this one as a wife already!