Feral desire

rd of in whispers. With a small satchel of clothes slung over his shoulder, he embarked on the

p but feel a sense of hope. He was a tall,well-built man with chiseled fe

oks would open door for him in th

with hunger. He rested when the sun was at it's peak, seeking shade beneath an ancient tree. As

lls, towering above the surrounding landscape like a giant's fist. The gates w

with skin tones ranging from pale to dark,and hair curled, waved, or fell straight as a waterfall. The women's clothing, in p

ter inquiring with a few locals, he found a small inn that rented out rooms for travelers. The proprietor, a gruf

seeking a drink and some company. The sign above the door

. The soft murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the

senses heightened by the supernatural power that coursed through his veins. The scent of perfumes and col

ettling. It was a reminder of the primal power that lay just beneath his surface, waiting to be unleashed.That was when he saw them, a group of beautiful w

or you?" a redhead asked, he

sment. "Just a glass of wine, ple

ng against his as she did so. Kael took a sip, feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention. He tried to m

the rest of his wine, stood up abruptly, paid and made a h

and now here it is looking back at him as if to beg him to go in there at that moment and seek for a

his way to the palace, determined to secure a meeting. Upon

e guards demanded, hand

ng. "I am Kael, here to request an audience with

ical glances before one of

hrone room. The king, a stout man with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes, sat upo

rance, bowed respectfully. The king's gaze roved

u and what brings you to my pa

"I've come seeking employment within the palace walls. I possess skills in combat,

claim. "I see," he said, stroking his thick beard. "And wh

," he muttered, before nodding to one of the guards. "Take him to

ted. The sheer force of his power was overwhelming, rendering even the most skilled guards powerless agains

Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't help but feel a begrudging respect for the young warrior's prowess. Howev

ing with exertion, and stood tall on the tr

unfold from the window of her chamber, her curios

us figure on the training grounds. "Who is t

ow with equal interest. "I've never s

trayed a spark of fascination. "He's likely just anothe

essive, my lady. And have you seen his physique?

other glimpse of the enigmatic stranger. "I suppose you're right,"

s's intrigue. "Perhaps we'll disc