<dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;">color=#80BFBF</dd></dl><br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFBF">Heaving a great sigh of relief, he felt much better as he sat against the trunk of the tree and allowed his head to rest against the rough bark. The chilled air seemed to bite at his nose a bit as he breathed it all in for it was so much better than the stiff, musky air within his mansion. A place he had hoped to call home, find something or make something that could... He sighed again, the sound bearing a deep etch of sadness within him.<br/><br/>If only to himself, the young man had to admit that he felt lonely. Something he could never ignore but will always refuse to allow others to see. Yes, he has his servants and yes they care for him but they were there because of one reason. Without that reason would they still be there for him or go off to create a happy life without him. Of course they would choose the latter.<br/><br/>People were hard creatures to understand after all. He bought the mansion believing that maybe a few young women would come to offer their hand in marriage after he sent out his desire to take up a wife, and he had gone to the town from time to time in hopes to converse with people. Maybe find the one since he put in some effort to find her. But things never worked out. They still regard him an outsider, their eyes still holding a fear of what all his secrets could mean. Whenever he saw that look in even the most beautiful of young women in the town, he knew they could not be trusted.<br/><br/>"Oh, God!" a woman's voice cried out, shattering through the man's thoughts and he jumped out of his daze looking around agitated by the sudden intrusion till his amber eyes fell upon a young lady near the riverbed. <br/><br/>He watched for a moment as the girl, no older than eighteen perhaps, remained on all fours gathering up the scattered branches around her.<br/><br/>No, the young man thought to himself, not eighteen, maybe closer to his age of twenty. There was a certain glare of determination in the girl's eyes as she grumbled in exasperation and annoyance. The energy in her exclamation attracted and intimidated him. But something about her made him run his fingers through his hair, composing himself, and somehow found himself gathering up the sticks with her.<br/><br/>Unlike her hair, the young man's was a darker brown like the rich soil of the riverbed next to them. His bright eyes watching everything like a hawk. A sharp feature among his softer ones of his long face, jawline and the hook of his beak nose. <br/><br/>"Are you alright?" he asked as he raised his eyes to look at the girl more closely, and holding out the few he had picked up thus far.</span>