A horse is happily neighing as it grazes some grass. His owner is chomping on an apple while he leans on the side of his wagon. He has light brown hair and eyes. He is about 5'8 and has a strong build. He is wearing baggy jeans and a thin red shirt. The sun is setting and the thin forest they are in is starting to get dark.
He yawns and says, "Well Rusty, I think we will camp here tonight. Sound good to you?"
The horse looked up and neighed.
"I'll take that as a yes." the man said. He threw the core of the apple as he turned to open up the back of the wagon. He took out a sleeping bag and laid it on the ground under an oak.
"Well good night Rusty." he yawned once more and fell asleep.
It's the middle of the night and the man is still fast asleep. But there is someone else snoring...
"Huh..." the man groaned as he sleepily stretched his arms and legs. "It's not even morning yet."
He sat up and looked around and tried to see if something could have possibly woken him up. Something caught his eye. A girl was laying in a fork in the tree he was under.
"Woe..." he said, a little surprised.
She was asleep and was tossing and turning, mumbling in her sleep. She wore a T-shirt and some shorts that went halfway to her knee. She was shivering as well.
"She must be freezing." he said slowly getting up. He grabbed his sleeping bag and started to climb the oak that the girl was in. Once he got near her he saw how beautiful she was. She had long russet colored hair and sharp facial features.
"She's beautiful..." he whispered.
"Who is she, exactly?" she whispered back not opening her eyes.
"Whoa!" he yelled as he started to fall from the tree.
She grabbed his wrist before he could fall, slightly opening her eyes. As he regained his stature she said, "Are you not going to answer me?"
"Uh, um." the man mumbled, slightly blushing.
"Ah, well at least let me ask you your name. I would like to know that at least." she said brightly as she sat up in the fork of the tree, letting go of his wrist. Her eyes were wide open now, glowing a deep green.
"Um yeah, sure. My name is John. John Gravel. May I ask you what yours is?" John said, in complete awe of her beauty.
"I guess. My name is Kali." she with a smile.
He noticed that she had fangs. "So, could we possibly take this conversation to the ground?" He asked her gesturing to his wagon. "I have a bit of wine left from the last town I was in."
"Hmmm... " she said with a great smile "I guess I could have a little bit."
