A warm breeze dance throw the air casting a spell that dwelled on every creatures eyes, making them close with the trees song in their ears. Running water hitting rocks provided the bass to the lovey lullaby as they roll off and join its family in the lagoon below. Lime green grass dance peacefully on the ground tickling the noses of those who cannot climb; the leaves of dark and light dance in the melody.
Deep in the woods a cave that hid itself well suddenly found itself in the company of another. Deep inside laid a half-naked man that moan at the pain in his body. The man's eyes flouter open then close several times be for falling back into the dark abyss that is reluctant to let him leave.
"Damn" the young 20 year old man whispered "how strong is this guy? He lost a lot of blood and he's still kicking." He smiled at the fact that the man that the sprite wanted to be saved was so strong. Intrigued at finding out more about the man he continued going through the strangers clothes in hopes to find some sort of identification. Digging deep into the pockets, something sharp made itself know by a painful way.
"Ow!" he yelled and yanking his hand out as quick as he can. "What the hell?" looking down to his hand that now cried a red tear. A scowl came upon his lips then looked back to the sleeping man. "You're a dangerous son of a bitch aren't you?" he asked and got a groan in response. "I'll take that as a yes."
He went back to his task but this time much slower reaching where he found the object that stabbed him. Finding it he fallowed the blade to the handle; gipping it tightly he pulled it out. Bringing it to his face he looked it over.
The blade, just by the look, is rather nice. Smooth iron that gleamed like silver in the lights gaze; small engravings that seemed to be in another language, ran down the blade. The hilt is really simple and its simplicity made this knife, look like a piece of art. A simple black handle with flat silver lines curving up to the cross guard and down to the rounded end pommel that to was silver.
"Wow" the young man looked on with more gentle eyes. "What a blade" he tile it to look down the sharp end of the blade. Sliding his thumb down the edge of the blade a sting of pain coursed throw his thumb. Pulling away he looked down to it and saw his own blood once again "its well taken care of, that's for sure. I didn't get down a full inch."
He looked back to the stirring man and smiled "I wonder" he got up and started over to the sleeping man. Reaching him he looked over the man's features "looks like a women, almost." He lower his gaze to the man's panting chest and lower to his abdomen to where he could see a nicely toned abs throw the bandages.
"Not bad." That young man smirk pervertedy then leaned down just above the man's face. Lying the dagger next to him.
His strong built jaw transiened smoothly into his toned neck, his brows crunched at the pain in his side. The scar on the right side of his lips gives him a mysterious bad boy look. His messy brown hair gave a well-educated look to him as well.
"Who are you?" the young man ask then lean down to where his lips where an inch away from the strangers.