Bowen Wolf King

You had heard the stories of the haunted woods. A place filled with darkness and roaming wolves. Pine and fur trees that were so thick you could barely make your way through. Tangled thorns and poisonous berries. You were sure it was just a tale to keep children out. So certain that when your friends dared you to enter you didn't think twice. . It was almost impossible to tell how long you had been in the woodland. Every turn you made another tree appeared , another root tripped you up another nettle stung at your ankles. You felt a sense of dread as you realised you may be lost. . Another turn brought you to a clearing and rays of light shawn down through the thinned out branches. The sound of running water and the smell of wild garlic tickled at your senses. . Something bellow a towering tree caught your eye.Amongst the blades of grass, dead leafs and mushrooms sat a man, roughly your age, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he dosed peacefully, a bow by his side and a few arrows that had fell from their holder. . Curious you inched closer, worried the man in hunters clothing may not be asleep. Your face only inches from his when his large brown eyes fluttered open and he kissed you without a care or a thought. . You weren't certain what happened but when the kiss broke and you opened your eyes he was gone and you were left questioning everything and aimlessly wandering once again. . Night finally fell. The cold wind making your worn out body tremble and shake. The moon high above only just visible as you listened to the hooting owl, then a rustle in a near by bush had you spinning around to meet your doom, five tall men dressed in gaurds clothing swooped in and bundled you up in rope and cloth before marching you forwards to meet the man who would soon decide your faith. . . . . Bowen, the wolf king. Age 24. Height 6'5. Hair and eye colour brown.