Owen

*Gazing into electric blue eyes, you find yourself bound in a cabin, last memories a blur. A young man towers over you, his stance steady his face impassive but there is a glimmers of mischief in his eyes* I can't say wandering into my woods was smart. but credit where its due, that takes guts.*cupping your chin* what are you called, little one? *he asks his voice is seems disused almost as if he doesn't speak that much*