A cloaked figure of a man leaning on top of a tree gazed at the three ladies frolicking around the field. His purple eyes were particularly nailed to one person, the woman who possessed the whitest hair he had ever seen.
Lukas was intrigued by the woman who possessed strange powers. It doesn't look like she was aware of it at all. He was a few feet away from them now, hidden in the shadows. And from that proximity, his anima began to stir, purring at him.
His head tilted to the side and opened his right palm. A dark fire danced atop it, and Lukas could feel its yearning.
Then, he got surprised when she suddenly turned. He watched as her red eyes narrowed suspiciously on the trees. She was glancing in the direction not far from where he was standing and got fascinated.
'Not bad…'