Lost Creek Hollow you have some like this in your own vault

the smell of water drew merrick forward; he obeyed his wild thirst when in the open. within ursus he bore a mantle of responsibility, though it would not be seen as such by any other.
but the bear-king was not alone; his cunning lamplight eye surrounded by scars fixed pointedly to the tall stranger. bedraggled but with charming lines.
oh,
he had an eye for beauty but today his body belonged solely to the raven queen.
"a beautiful place," merrick purred, stepping forward and setting his lopsided gaze upon the water. it would be vibrantly green here when the summer came.
an ugly place he remembered only bitterly.