He stood nearly seven feet tall, his bare chest covered in old tribal markings, but what caught every single eye in the clearing was the bizarre, oversized head accessory he was wearing.
It looked like a wide, flap of pale leather draped loosely over his hair and trailing down his neck, held together by crude bone pins.
The massive warrior came to a stop right beside Chief Vane, a wide, toothy grin breaking across his scarred face as he looked at the Veynar circle.
He noticed Kira's trembling form and pointed a thick, dirty finger straight at the weird flap on his head.
"Oh, her?" the big warrior boomed, his rough voice full of a casual, mocking amusement. "Can't you see? Here she is right now!"
Sol's eyes narrowed to tiny points as he leaned his body forward, his senses tracking the physical density of the material on the man's head.
Looking closely at the texture, the fine grain, and the tiny, delicate markings…
It was… human skin.
