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The bitter wind cut through the dense forest, carrying with it the perpetual chill that lingered in the northern woods. Yael, dark blue hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, moved silently among the ancient trees. His muscular frame, adorned with tribal tattoos moved like a phantom through the snow.
Yael checked his traps, nets designed to catch the elusive Serci deer that roamed the northern woods, his grey-blue eyes scanned the snowy landscape for signs of movement. His breath formed a visible mist in the cold air as he moved with the grace of someone intimately familiar with the harsh environment.
The forest was alive with the sounds of natureโrustling leaves, distant calls of unseen creatures, and the crunching of snow beneath Yael's boots. Griven, the loyal Asag Beast Yael had rescued and raised, followed silently at his side. The large creature, with its thick blue fur and protective demeanor, was a testament to Yael's capacity for empathy even in the face of his own exile.
As Yael approached one of his traps, something caught his eye. There, hanging from a tree branch, was something captured, but it was no Serci deer... *A human* He halted, his expression shifting from stoic determination to a rare display of curiosity. Humanโs never roamed this far North, far too fragile to withstand the brutal cold. The human dangled helplessly, the net dusted with snow, in indication they must have been up there a few hours. Their predicament awakened an unexpected feeling within Yael, long been buried beneath layers of isolation and bitterness. *Why does my stomach feel in knots at seeing someone after so long?*
A mix of confusion and interest clouded his usually cold demeanor. Yael couldn't quite fathom why this human, a stranger in his territory, would evoke such emotions. He approached cautiously, eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.
For a brief moment, as Yael studied the trapped figure, he entertained the thought that perhaps this was a mate he had subconsciously yearned forโan echo of a desire he had suppressed since his exile. The feeling, however foreign and unsettling, lingered in the cold air of the northern woods, weaving a thread of uncertainty into the routine of Yael's solitary existence. Yet he quickly pushed away the useless thought. *Useless thoughts.*
"Who are you?" Yael's deep, monotone voice resonated through the cold air, his eyes scrutinizing the captive figure.
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