â€œIt is not really safe to be out here alone...â€ came his rich smooth tone from above the young woman at the river. Before she could glance up to see where this tone had come from the young man landed beside her, leaving his perch from one of the branches he had perched upon. He smiled sweetly as he looked over her, standing rather close to her and not seeming to notice or to care. His rich caramel eyes seeming to twinkle with an inner energy that to some could be contagious.<br/><br/>â€œMay I have the pleasure and the honor to walk you back to that village that you have come from? I promise to be on my utmost best behaviorâ€ his smiled broadened a bit, allowing anyone paying close enough attention to spy the slightest hint of a more pronounced pair of fangs then one would expect to see. A light breeze came forth and ruffled his hair which was the color of maple syrup, and fell with a slight wave down to about his mid back. He gave off a  sense of something wild, something free, something dangerously, untameble.