Amroa clung to the horse tightly, she had no desire to fall off. Out of the woods came a peculiar sight; at least, it was peculiar to Amora. Four demons, each armed with swords and leather armor walked around another of their kin that made ice flow through the human's veins instead of blood. He carried himself with importance, looking at Midnight and his brother like they should kneel in his presence. His hair shone silver in the light, spilling over his shoulders like a waterfall. Amora found herself pressing her body tightly against the saddle horn, trying to stay inconspicuous.<br/><br/>"Good day, gentlemen." the newcomer said with a nod, smiling like a cat that got the cream. His deep, black eyes seemed to catch in her direction, making Amora shrink further down in the saddle. He walked over to the horse, speaking out loud, "What a beaut." Amora blinked, thinking he was talking about the horse for a moment, but quickly realized her mistake as he stopped in front of her, cupped her chin his the palm of his hand, forcing her to look into those soulless eyes of his.<br/><br/>"My, she is a lovely one. I can only wonder how expensive she was..." He muttered to himself, mostly, eyeing the nervous pet. Amora stared, half wishing she was by Midnight right then, she flinched as his eyes crept over the bandages on her leg. She blinked, certain she saw a look of distaste wash over his face for an instant, but perhaps she had been imagining it.<br/><br/>"Sit up." Amora did so; he had a commanding voice to match his appearance. He reached towards her, it took much of her willpower to not fall sideways off the saddle to get away from him. He took hold of her breast, her face turned bright red. She stayed as still as prey when a predator is nearby; she had no desire to get punished for doing something wrong, even though this guy seemed like a pervert to her. He fondled her, each touch making her stiffen, until she finally gave her master a desperate look that said "Tell him to leave!"