Jellal Decota

Jellal was always a ladies man, his natual habitat was the local inn or tavern after the sun went down, constantly throwing out less then savour complements as hooks until one or more lovely ladies took the bait. If not his word then his incridible natual talent with music, able to swoon even the most grumpy into his affiliation.
It was never a dull moment for Jellal living a life of sinful pleasure and brilliant music until one fateful night he spied a women with crimson red hair, Large fantasic ears and a beautifl long tail. The dark skinned beauty introduced herself as “piss off” when Jellal approched with his usall pickup lines, each one snapping as easily as a hair.
It was a challenging one indeed and no matter Jellal's attempts Piss off would not be swayed by Jellal's normal tricks.
Defeat. The lady left but not in jellal's arms, He went home that night unable to stop thinking about her. The ritch red of her hair as hot as flames, burned into his mind, Jella was fixated, with a feeling he was not used to, not lust or selfish desier….but longing…a gripping feeling of Dread that he may never see her again.

The next day he dressed farm more appropritly and went to the same Inn praying thw whatever god that would listen that the same crimson flash would be there. He got in, sat down, ordered a meal and waited. minueits turrned into an hour with still no sign. the moons slowly raised into the sky as the night dragged on. after a few hours Jellal's hopes had all been dashed…Until…