Rosewater Oasis bloodlines v

he has never felt much for women. considerably less than his fellow men, who fawn over their wives and lavish their lovers in praise. he much prefers the tinge of masculinity, the thrill of battle and gnashing of teeth. blood has always excited him.

but from the moment he sees her, he is intrigued. muscle contours her body. long limbs carry her with a predatory grace. she is like no man he's met, and the notion of someone new excites him to no end.

he approaches her with raised head, slow gait carrying him to a stop before her. slowly, eyes of gray ice fix upon him, and she exhales, amused.

"i do not believe we've met." he lowers his head for a better look at her, lips twitching in the faintest ghost of a grin. there is an ominous air to it, some semblance of dishonesty which clings to his very being. and yet his gaze is warm- friendly, inviting. living contradiction.