<span style="color: #00FF00">Adalric was flying as fast as his wings could carry him--the colors blurred by mixed and faded together from his speed. Taking a sharp turn, he suddenly stopped a few miles away from the source of the energy and the ending of his kingdom's borders. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His</span> rose was in vampire territory. Just great. He scowled and then smirked, thinking, 'Oh well to  hell with it.'  He carried onward and stopped just short of a garden and flying above the garden was the source of the energy. A young lady. Long glossy blonde hair that flowed freely and she was dressed in white. This must be his rose.  Racing towards her, he flew around and grasped her form from behind tightly, trapping one arm against her body  and holding her wrist upwards he smelt the rose that was held within that hand. His eyes glowed with a possessive flair. <br/><br/>Sticking his nose against the crook of her neck he breathed in her scent---Roses and vanilla.  He brought his lips upwards brushing them against the shell of her ear. He whispered in a hazy lustful tone,"Looks like I found my rose."</span>