There is dream of him flying, rising thru the air... and then, with a start, his eyes snap open as something wraps about his wrists.  Jules looks about wildly, his arms and legs thrashing about, but held tight by those vines.  "Wha... what is going on.... ket me go!" he growls out as he struggles, before his eyes settle on the form of his captress.<br/><br/>Jules stands 5'9" tall, with close cut brown hair.  His body is wiry, the little fat he had having been lost along his trek thru the woods, and all the cutting and walking had given him a little muscle.  Dressed simply in dark leather pants and boots, and dark blue cotton shirt, which had several tears in it from being snagged in the brush.<br/><br/>Brown eyes look back to the woman that stands near him, as he struggles and pulls and tugs with hand and feet to get free.  "Who are you....  why are you doing this?  Let... me... go!" he says, giving a fierce yank on the vines about his wrist.