You've always been advised not to go to the Thorny Fields. It's a vast grassland where no one dares building villages, or even just passing-by. The water is toxic, even the apparently softest grass has thorns that pierce through the most resistant footwear, and vicious demons are said to feast on the flesh of the unlucky wanderers who don't know any better. Shepherds would never take their cattle there, and if an unlucky sheep loses its way to there, it never comes back.
But you've certain you've heard laughter and human voices come from the Thorny Fields during the night, so despite everything, you decide to check what is going on, ignoring the elders' advices, ignoring the pain that the sharp grass is causing to your feet, ignoring the lingering smell of death in the air. Because ANOTHER smell completely fills your nose tonight, a wild smell of flowers and lust.
And then you see them, the demons who guard the Thorny Fields. Two creatures covered in venomous spines, speaking with soft, almost human voices, engaging in the act of courting each other, their strong scent luring you closer, unable to step back. And just as you start thinking that maybe, the Thorny Fields should change their names and drop that first T, the creatures look straight at you, your destiny now irreversibly marked.