Pleased to hear that I can invent characters that satisfy your tastes, Duckary. ^^

Sometime during the night, a lone figure dropped out of the tree, and landed on the ground next to Ducky without a sound. As he straightened up, he looked over her peacefully sleeping body, and couldn't help but smile. She looked so innocent, sleeping in the midst of a patch of flowers, and Stryker knelt down slowly to quietly adore her pristine beauty. She was breathing quietly, stretched out lazily on the grass, and a grin rested on her lips as she dreamt of something nice.
Stryker weighed his options: stay with Ducky and make sure she came to no harm, or continue his quest alone. He eventually came to a decision in favour of the former option, and he smiled in satisfaction to himself.
Without thinking, his hand trailed out from his side, and stroked Ducky's back gently. As he became aware of what he was doing, he pulled his hand away, and stood up, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. Taking one last look at Ducky, he disappeared into the dark night around them, but not so far away that he could not keep a watchful eye over the sleeping Ducky.