Everfrost

Luck. It was not something he usually possessed or even wanted, as it took away from the pleasure of gaining something for himself from hard work only. He relied little on it, barely noticed when it knocked on his door, but after being swallowed and spat out into this strange place, he had found it had trailed behind him like a stray dog. Just by appearing exactly when he had, he found opportunities he would have missed, had he been somewhere else. Or maybe it had nothing to do with him or what he looked like. Maybe it was his sex that made the difference.

The sizzling of his horns are constant like the sound of crashing waves against a stony beach while he keeps his focus on her. She was not someone who possessed unmatched beauty in his eyes, but few did, so it mattered not. She was still pleasing to look at, her mannerism almost bordered to seductive. Or maybe it had already crossed that line. He was not the best at telling what the female mind wanted, unless they told him straight forward. But he did know better than to let this chance go by unanswered.

So he did not wait.

With an easy movement of his head, he opened the clasp of the medallion with his lips, letting the hide and sword slide down onto the wet ground. Being free of the restraints of another's skin, he dared to step closer to her. "We are all cursed." He said as he dipped his head low enough to diminish the distance between their flesh, only letting a few inches remain. "I am always cold. But for you, I shall make you warm."