A sergeant in the Union cavalry

It was a few hours after you had dealt the decisive blow against the union forces. First you had summoned a thick fog. This thickened the moist in the atmosphere, causing your enemy's so called advantage named 'gunpower' to be inefficient.

Then you had trees grow from underneath the walls of their fortress, uprooting them.

Finally you asked the spirit of the wolf the grant your soldiers the gift of the hunt. That they might fight like a true hunter.

As your troops marched down upon the enemy, you turned to move back to your home. You had no interest in war and bloodshed. The only reason you had joined this war in the first place was so your people could take back their land. There was no doubt in your mind the day was already won, so you could leave.

You traveled alone, and as you traveled you would listen to the wind. It has often guided you since you were young and you had no doubt I would tell you an interesting story once again. Suddenly, you could hear the clapping of hooves behind you. You turned around and saw a horse heading your way. There was something odd about the horse, it carried a riders gear but nobody was on it.

As the horse came closer, you saw there was a rider on it after all, a woman even. But she didn?t ride the horse, she lay on it, like she had fainted.

You brought the horse to a halt and inspected it's rider. You had expected her to have been wounded, and your assumption was correct. She had a large gash on her lower torso. The wound in and of itself was not that serious, but it was quite large. She had likely fainted due to the loss of blood.

This woman might have born the unions colors, but this mattered not to you. The war was over, already won. She was not an enemy, but a patient. You quickly patched up her wound to help stop the bleeding then continued with her on your journey.

As luck would have it, your tent was nearby. Being part of a nomadic culture had it's benefits.

There, you took care of the woman and helped nurture her back to health. It had been 3 days since then. She was looking much better then before, however she had not woken once.

You had to admit, you often found yourself looking at her as more then someone who was in need of healing. Maybe it was her pale skin, her golden hair or perhaps it was the structure of her Caucasian physique. Al that you could say for certain is that when you looked at her long enough, you got an erection for her.