his hair was long and curly, much like hers. except unlike her dark locks, his were golden blonde tendrils that waved and fussed around his strong, yet slender body. he was quite tall, , casting a great shadow on her bruised, and bloodied body. because of the darkness covering the virgin’s body, the man could not yet make out the scars on her once bronzed skin. The virgin whimpered, she had felt no physical pain greater than what she felt at that moment. she had never seen so much blood release itself from her small body.  and what worse, she could not even expect the help from a stranger…for who trusted who in this land? the man first laughed at the sign of a naked, supple woman in fetal position, and he decided to give her his hand, repositioning the shadowed darkness that covered her. once bent down, the man recognized the virgin’s bruises and cuts. he barely got the words out, "what has happened to you my child." while he lifted and carried her in his arms. he knew they must seek medical attention, or she would surely die, and she is too beautiful to die.

the virgin moaned and shivered, straining her voice to plead with the man not to hurt her, just put her down, please!  the man could not understand what the girl was saying, but did understand the weakness his arms began to feel. somehow, she was straining and writhing in his arms until final his had to release her. he couldn’t believe a woman in a nearly dying state able to release herself from arms of excellent strength. the virgin fell in the mud and let out a small painful gasp. the man fell to his knees next to her, and cried,

"oh miss, i am so  sorry, you were so persistent, but you must come with me, we must seek medicine. the virgin shook her head, it was raining. her hair was soaked, his hair was soaked. the virgin slowly arose, letting a tiny moan of pain lip out as her legs and arms unbent. the cuts began to heal in the rain, her bruises were still great, but even in the rain they were beautiful and glistening. her whole body glistened, and the man could not get over that fact. the girl began to tend to her hair, gathering its great amount and pulling it back, fully exposing her body, slightly muddy and terribly bruised. Ezekiel  found himself falling in love with this mysterious stranger. her vulnerability made her face appear angelic, her body glowed, in a second you would not be shocked if she grew great white feathered wings.

"thank you," she said sweetly. Ezekiel rose from the mud and wiped his hands on the grass. he stood above her, for he was much taller, and they stared into each others eyes for some time before a word was spoken.  an awkward silence fell between the two of them. the virgin began running her fingers through her hair, letting it cover her shoulders and chest. she barely caught the man staring before he blushed and looked to the grass. the virgin smiled.

"miss," he began shakily, "why are you naked? 

"well, i have always been without dress," the virgin began. she slowly started to walk towards Ezekiel, close enough for him to grab her. his body tensed, he prayed to the lord over and over that he should not insult her with the nature of his body. her voice even in discussion sounded like a soft song. l have alwasy been without dress. Ezekiel became dizzy and lost. The virgin could see this and took his hand, only making him dizzier. it was remarkable to him that her touch was so strong. but also gentle and warm. skin so soft it hypnotized him. 

"you will come lie in my home," he could barely hear the virgin say as she took him out of the forest.  when they were no more than a mile away from her home, she has realized that she could not go home, for ehson would be there. she stopped short and froze. the man confusedly asked,

"why have we stopped my love?" the virgin’s eyes began to fill with tears. she choked out,

"it does not matter, please take me to your home," she cried. ezekiel did not know if taking this creature to his home would be a wise idea, she was too beautiful and pure, she could secretly be a torment spell from god or a scorned lover. ezekiel sighed and took her hand,

"then you will come home with me, and eat supper, and sleep in a bed." the virgin smile and reached her arms around his neck, and closed her body against him, hinting for him to carry her. ezekiel grinned and lifted the virgin up. they began to walk westward, towards the next village

"it will take no more than half a day’s worth of walking." the virgin hummed in approval, burying her face into his neck and shoulder. ezekiel felt his skin tingle with goosebumps as her lips hummed against him, she was asleep. ezekiel held her a little tighter, his hand expanded and the very tips of his fingers touched her bottom. he sighed with pleasure. pleased she was asleep and could truly gaze at her. she was breathtaking. he felt himself in the realm of intense excitement, but put his duties before him. and throughout the journey she slept, and ezekiel ached. his hand was now fully cupping  her bottom, holding her up, and without thought he squeezed her. this would dizzy him more, and he had to stop. they were only 5 miles away from his home, but looking at her sweet face made him want her, the desire tightened his body. he wanted her, he was almost ready to drop her on the ground and consume her, but her face, there was something so pure and innocent and sweet. she was a princess. ezekiel’s eyes widened as he realized

"dear lord," he gasped, "you are the virgin of alah." the virgin’s eyes opened slowly, she smiled at ezekiel as she released herself from his hold and stood up. she pressed her body against his. her skin was cold and wet and she let it rub against ezekiel’s cotton shirt. she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. ezekiel was stunned but knew better than to withdraw, and so he kissed her back and placed his hands back on her bottom. she giggled at the feeling. they allowed themselves this pleasure for some time until thunder and lightening was heard. a tree in the not too far distance snapped and let out a terrible screeching. they wanted to ignore the coming danger, but when another tree was heard collapsing, ezekiel pushed himself away from the virgins kiss, grabbed her hand, and then proceeded to run towards his home.

 "i am ezekiek," he called out in the rain

"i am sarah" she called back