Black Morass ii. youngblood

another man.

this one is not kovictus, though. even if he was just as imposingly large. no. giant, a behemoth. he is the inverse of her in all ways. with his height and with his coloring. warm and dark with only pale lighter marks brushed upon him. he is handsome, of course, but she thinks that is not a question of the men gathering here.

he is at the edge of the water and she lingers down the shore. like a doe, she is perfectly still and knowing she might be captured so easily. yet was she like a doe if she wished for it? if she allowed it?