...He was beautiful. The perfect picture of a noble savage, untouched by civilization.

His dirty blonde, unkempt hair fell to his shoulders in great waves. Almost the color of the sand upon which I stood, it appeared as though his hair was sculpted with it. Beneath the tiny outcropping of hair that would have been his bangs was a high forehead creased with heavy lines, probably from squinting in the bright sunlight and straining to see on moonless nights. His forehead rested upon a heavy brow, thick with bright bushy hair. Set directly beneath were two smoldering eyes, the deepness of their fiery green startled me. As I stared, open-mouthed, I could see the flash of intelligence as he sized me up as clearly as I did him. Below his eyes, the bridge of his nose sloped suddenly revealing a large but elegant snout, the tip of which pointed toward the ground ever so slightly. I noticed his large lips suddenly twitch in what began as a slow smile, revealing his toothy mouth. His dimpled chin sat proudly at the point of which the sides of his faced converged, the perfect exclamation point to the character that stood before me.

He was a tall, lean man. But he was far from skinny. His arms, roped with muscle, swished elegantly by his sides as he began to move toward me. I noticed two large scars on his chiseled legs. He continued walking until he was within arms reach of me. Once satisfied with the distance between us, he slowly raised one of his powerful arms. He extended his hand, palm outward. I marveled at the contrast of the whiteness of his palm compared to the dark brown hue of the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to speak. I held my breath...

[to be continued]