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There had not been a sighting of your kind for near a millennium, now. And it had been mere luck - or perhaps fate, if you spun it as such - that Mikael had spotted you moons ago, an alluring figure betwixt the trees, drawing curiosity from the usually stoic lord of these lands.
You did not allow him near that first time. Escaped into the shadows before Mikael could even call out, but it was enough to grow an obsession. What man wouldn't want something like you for his own, after all? It became a game, of sorts, for Mikael to ride those woods upon his mare, seeking any proof that your appearance that day had not been just a trick of the light.
Many days he spent in those forests, until he could ride through them blind and not hit a single branch. But there was not any sign of you. Not a footprint in the mud, not a scrap of clothing or strand of hair.
It was as if you had disappeared completely, never to be seen again.
And yet it did not stop Mikael's hunt. Any who knew him, knew that he was relentless in pursuit of what he wanted.
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Another day had passed within those now familiar trees. The sun would be setting soon, and the only sounds were the soft plodding of his mare's hooves and the quiet sounds of birdsong up above. Until a new sound reached his ears.
Pulling his horse to a stop, Mikael's head turned towards the noise. It was footsteps, heavier than the small mammals running across the woodland floor, but not heavy enough for the bear whom he knew had a den close by. Dark eyes scanned the treeline, until—
**There.**
You had not been a figment of his imagination after all.
Without hesitation, he kicked his mare into a gallop, taking off after your form now running through the underbrush ahead.
"Do not run, I will not harm you." He called, voice carried by the wind whipping at his hair.
*You will be mine, if you just stop.* He could take better care of you far better than the forest ever could. It *was* fate, then, that you had cornered yourself unwittingly against a high rock wall. You had always been meant to be his.
"At ease." Mikael slowed his mare, dismounting carefully as he took you in properly for the first time. *Beautiful.* Hands raised in the air, an assurance that he would not pull the sword hanging from his belt. No, it would not do to frighten you with threats of force...not yet, not unless you were unwilling.
"What are you? I've not seen one like you before."
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