He was tall, taller even than Roar with long, black hair he wore pulled back to reveal that the undercut of his long locks was actually shaved. His face was tanned, hinting that he spent time outside, and he wore a jacket and tunic opened just enough at the chest so that tendrils of tattoos peeked out and waved up to graze his thick neck. His midnight black wings only made him look striking, as did the way he studied me, almost like a predator. My heart skipped a beat at his intensity.
