Their eyes locked together, and Enola's lips parted ever so slightly at the sight before her. His eyes captivated Enola, making a shiver run down her spine. They were a shade she had never seen before. So light brown that they were almost a golden or yellow color with the light piercing them.
A single large golden eagle feather hung from his long obsidian hair that flowed over his broad bronzed shoulders.
His face is what caught her attention the most though. High cheek bones and a prominent strong jaw had Enola gaping.
The man fixed his posture, standing to his full height. Enola's eyes went wide at his size. He was the tallest man she had ever seen. Men from her tribe were tall, but not like him.
He had to be somewhere in his early to mid twenties, because his body had matured in ways that rendered Enola speechless.
His bare defined chest reflected off the sun's intense rays causing Enola to gulp while studying him.
His body was pure muscle.
What a man...
The more her eyes traveled down his body, the more she could feel a tight lump forming in her throat. Low on his hips hung only a leather hide cut into shorts, exposing his perfectly sculpted calf muscles.
After minutes of gawking, Enola snapped back into reality and clamped her mouth shut, a blush rising to her cheeks.
The mysterious man's posture relaxed, a small smile lighting up his features as he took a slow step towards her.
Enola flinched back, wondering who this man could be. It probably wasn't a good idea to be out here alone with him, and her mind had to fight her body's urge to stay put on the rock, but she stayed firmly planted in her spot.
She knew he wasn't an Adahy man, he looked too different to be one. The eye color, the way his body was more heavily built than the lean look her tribe's men held. The way he walked with stealth despite his heavy frame. Even his shorts were made different. Just everything about him screamed that he wasn't from her village.
For the first time in her life, Enola was stunned speechless by a man, and he didn't even have to try.
Enola tensed, her muscles fully rigid as he slowly took another step towards her and looked down at the rock she was sitting on.
"I didn't mean to spook you." His voice flowed over her, making her instantly relax and her lips part once again. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Enola just stared at him, gazing into his captivating eyes. She could see his lips moving but wasn't hearing a lick of it, caught in a trance.
A cocky smile spread over his full lips, catching Enola's attention and making her cheeks heat up even more.
"H-huh?" Enola squeaked out, just realizing he had been speaking to her.
A smooth chuckle left his plump lips, making Enola avert her gaze. "Do you mind if I join you?" He repeated, his voice like velvet. "I normally sit here, but I see a pretty young girl has stolen my spot."
"I'm not a girl!" Enola said with a bit more force than she had intended to. "I mean... I'm a woman now." She clarified, her cheeks reddening even more.
She didn't know why she lied to him. She rarely ever lied. She looked away, ashamed of herself as she realized why she was lying. She didn't want him to look at her like a child, to be treated as such.
"A woman, huh?" He chuckled again, displaying rows of perfectly beautiful teeth. "Why would a beautiful woman like yourself not be wed yet?"
Enola gave him an odd look, "Who's to say I'm not?" She shot back.
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Storm of The Thunderbird (ON HOLD)
ParanormaleEnola is just turning 17, which in her tribe, the Adahy, consider it to be the mark of her womanhood and a celebration will be held. Men from her village will all compete for her hand in marriage, and whichever one deems themselves worthy enough wil...