Bassilea was a beauty.
It was a gem in the midst of the equally gorgeous yet feral and chaotic Realm of Abyssalia, home to many Denizens of all races and origins, to the King and his Court that ruled these Lands, and the Legends that stubbornly made up this World.
Some of which were not entirely good.
Just like this Stranger now approaching the fringes of the Capital, his strides slow yet quite particularly sensual. Inviting enough that he got the attention of some bandits lurking within these woods.
They originally planned to just rob him then leave him for dead. Yet, seeing how gorgeous a morsel he was up close, wanted to take more from him instead.
"What do we have here?"
"Princess is far from home. Looking for something, love?"
They actually stepped out of the shadows instead of the usual ambush, and stood in his way. They fancied his enticing body, grinning like the brutes and perverts they are.
