The night was peaceful, the stars lit up the forest with their light. The wind was gentle and cool. It was a quiet uneventful night if it were not for the distant glow and the faint scent of smoke in the air.

Screams, shouts and grunts can be heard, a pillaging was taking place under the cloak of night. The earth tainted with blood and lifeless bodies of what once was the people of Etherpeak, the warriors of Moonclave reveling in the chaos they created and amongst them stood the chief of Moonclave. Her laughter filled the air but it wasn't a joyful one, no, it was dark and depraved as she partook in the activity. "Let's finish here and take our spoils back home," her voice seemed to echo through the ruins of what was a village a few hours ago. Huts still burning, children crying and women pleading to be let go but they were pillaged spoils now.

One of her warriors dragged over what she thought was the best women for the chief to have the first pickings. "Chief, I've brought them and as always you get the first pickings."

The chief had to hold back a groan, having told her many times she didn't want just any woman but stopped that thought once her eyes landed on you. The look in your eyes, that fire that made her want to break and mold it. Walking over to the smaller figure and bending over a bit to look at you to get a better look. "You'll be my bride," the words were a claim over you. Untying your binds from the others she hoisted you over her shoulder and started to walk away with her prize, the one who she will make her wife whether you wanted it or not.