Tales Uknown

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Dusk, its deep shaded embrace gave rise to numerous creature's. Some stirring for the first of their cycle. Others setting to safety for night. Their domain a greatly dense forest territory. Its location deep in the northern reaches. Far from any civilization and near untouched by humankind. This of course gave the task at hand a far lessened difficulty.
Hunting near any human inhabitants, be it near or far meant the nature surrounding was aware of it. Creature's were intelligent. If hunted, they learned.

The creature's, five in total, stood near the edge of a small lake. Their quadrupedal bodies thick with grey fur. Strong lithe muscle wrapped their bodies. Narrow bodies and long thin legs gave them odd yet quick movements. Hooves in rounded form allowed them to tread atop rather through the snow. Their necks were neither long nor short. Heads like those of a canine. Ears like those of a mountain goat and horns forward angles to pierce what they ran towards.
Two of these creature's drank, the other two worked to graze at what melted snow revealed to be grass. The third, unlike the others was thicker, its horns marked by what could be a multitude of dried bloods. Its eyes too seemed sharper than the others. This, this one was likely the matriarch of the group. Its body rarely remained still as it creened and gazed into the woods. Its ears turned here and there to subtle sounds of branches crackling.

He’d been stalking them for nearly three hours now. His patience virtuous as he remained crouched behind the cover of shrubbery and obscurement of trees. In his left hand a recurve bow, barbed hunting arrow knocked but cord loose. In his right hand he held nothing. He wore a cloak, cowl pulled to shade over his bright blue eyes. The cloaks colors a pattern of mottled grey designed to blend.
Beneath the cloak at his right hip an axe, at his back a sword, strapped and tied tightly to keep from rattling. Atop it a pack of necessities too was wrapped tightly. At his right hip a knife, its handle the horn of another creature.
Come now, sweet supple guardian, give me but a moment's glance. Let those brilliant eyes of yours find mine if for but a moment. He begged inwardly. For in the moment that creature's eyes met his, it would both realize, freeze and spook. An action in which he knew he could capitalize. In a breath he could draw and shoot with deadly accuracy. The only reason he hadn’t?
Well, call it instinct or simply paranoia but, he felt as if he was not alone within this forest. In fact, he hoped he wasn’t. Everything he’d done from a month prior to now was all but a far more grandiose hunt. A hunt for the exuberantly rare opportunity to see them... The reclusive Fae. Their existence known, yet their visage a mixture of myth and curiosity. Some had called them god sent angels, others gave similar doting descriptions. None, none had ever spoken firsthand. He desired not only to be the first and possibly only, but to delve further.
So, wait he did. In silence, in stillness. Examining not only the matriarch, but the directions its senses seemed to fixate on. Perhaps, perhaps somewhere the other he sensed would act or perhaps make some mistake to give themselves away.
 
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The cool crisp air of dusk settled over the Evergreen Forest. The night was still except for the loud tromping if the human that had decided to descend into the Dark courts Forest and hunting grounds for humans. Most Humans had stayed away afraid of the darkness of this forest and yet this male had the stones to enter a sacred place. The only thing besides the humans loud tromping was the sounds of nature, Elk calls, Brown Owls, crickets and the sound of Night.

A small frame figure moved through the woods no noise came from the feet of the small figure. The figure stopped upon spotting the human male hunting down a pack. The figures sharp eyes went to the animal, the figures mouth moved, the creature seemed fixated and with a leap it had disappeared and in the creatures place the figure stood. The moonlight shone down on the pale glistening skin, the dark hair, the dark lips, the enticing figure and the hypnotic blue eyes. The shape was female and she wore a black dress that was short, her feet were not covered. In Fact she was barefoot. Her slender fingers went to her lips as if to say shhh. Turning and walking to the clearing edge her head turned back to the male and beckoned him to follow her. It was as if her voice carried across the wind and was music to the hunters ears.

A whisper of her voice touched his ears it was like velvet. “Come, Follow me.”The whisper came. It repeated this time surrounding his senses and enveloping every thought he might of had at the time. The figure waited for him to move and follow her deeper into the woods.


Early that evening before she stepped out into the Forest the female had been in a argument with her father the king of the dark fae. His hand had slapped down on the table. “Aralia you know why we don't show ourselves unless we are tricking humans.” He said. “But were always in the dark, we never just get to know them.” She growled at him.”They are monsters, ENOUGH ARALIA. We are not meeting them. Drop it.” He told her. With a huff she stood, “I am done for the evening. I lost my appetite.” her musical voice dark as she knocks over her goblet with mushroom wine in it. Making her way to her room, she looked out at the forest below her balcony.

Looking back at her door, she walked to the balcony and sat on the railing. She was watching the forest when she caught movement and not the normal animal movement. It was human. Making her way down her balcony. She decided she see where the evening took her.
 
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The moment the elk’s muscles flexed it gave sign to another. Sign which in moments bombarded each of his senses. If not for years of training he too would have reacted. Rather the initial design he chose stillness over all. He remained squatting, gazing and waiting the sudden radiance which came forth.
Gorgeous the thought came subconsciously. Immediately it was followed by a plethora of forbearance. Rather examine her for his enticement he examined her unobtrusively. Size, dimension, weight, height, everything came and went within those simple moments he gazed. Quickly beside them his eyes and mind came full force with desire. She was beyond any woman; of any race he’d seen. Beside his attraction, curiosity and beside curiosity a minority of trepidation. Not only had she appeared without warning but she had also appeared and gazed directly upon him.
As she moved he found himself raising a brow. The motion, and body language came without hostility and without defense. She either felt nothing of worry towards him or simple meant nothing aside from intrigue. Her eyes, he remained fixated on, glancing now and again to her lips. Eyes which seemed to hide different arrays of danger. He desired further thought, desired more knowledge but, before he could continue his own internal questioning, it came.
Her voice devoured every single sense. Its sweet decadence tickling his senses and dauntingly enticing undertones pulling him to budge.
Quickly he moved then. His hands precise and gentle, not moving the cloak more than necessary. The arrow was quickly hidden within his quiver. The bow held firmly, yet allowed to twist so the string lay upon his outer forearm. His free hand fell behind the dagger. Taking hold, a pendant of simple ashen wood. Its design an array of interlocking thorned vines guarding a dull sapphire rose. Its creation and enchantment a rather complex mixture. The wood and jewel had been acquired from different continents and the enchantment done by a powerful magician. The pendant only worked when worn and when worn it safeguarded against magics o the mind. Something he guessed she was well knowledgeable of.
As he rose from his place he dawned the pendant. Slipping it on secretly, carefully. His place between several shrubs and barely disturbed by his long stayed presence. Even as he stepped forward he did well to avoid damaging the plant life. His steps avoided soft snow and a nimble body allowed him a rather quick approach. Pausing for a moment as the tree-line was broken. Setting his eyes upon her with less obstruction, holding a gasp as he beauty doubled and his intrigue tripled. If she were fae then he was thus far impressed.
Thors, his appearance rough upon first sight. The cowl he wore was still concealing much of his face. Letting loose only the beard he’d grown. Above his mouth shone in a solid line, lacking any tell of emotion. Emotion which upon his approach came forth. His hand reached up, pulling back the cowl and revealing his brilliant blue eyes. Hair braided and pulled back, sides of his head shaven and tattooed in dulled blue and black inks. Brows pulled together with interest and concern. He took no effort to hide this curiosity, rather he wished to convey his interest unobtrusively.
“How long have your eyes been upon my form?” His voice was hushed, deep and full of curiosity. Conveyed with a minor form of power. The question was exactly as spoken. For how long had she been watching? Had she been watching? How had she spotted him? Further questions rang alongside yet none were allowed to escape his mind.
 

Her crystal eyes watched him stand. Her eyes caught every movement. She was intrigued, he seemed to think he was being stealth when every foot fall to her was loud and the sounds resounded into the forest. She stood at the edge of the trees a brilliant white dazzling smile upon her lips. Her eyes followed him as he got closer. She let him get as close as she wanted him. When he finally reached her, she watched him stare amazed the grin grew wider on her lips. She bowed her head to him. Watching as curiosity and intrigue flickered across her face she continued to smile.


As he spoke her eyes lit up, Humans had such a strange tongue. She could mentally change her languages to fit whatever creature she was speaking with. However humans dialect was hard to grasp for her. So many words that were alike. He asked how long she been watching him. Looking from side to side and than back to him she put a finger to her soft lips. “Not here, come, I know a place.”She told him. Her voice had a odd accent to it not something you could ever place your finger on. It was as if it was a beautiful mix, beautiful enough to flow with the musical chords her voice struck. She stepped away from him and made her way as if she was a ghost across the leaves completely barefoot not ever making a sound. She would stay lengths away from him, still in sight, but not in reach.


Looking back she smile and keep going. She finally disappeared under a curtain of willow branches. She poked her head under lifting the leaves. “Come.” Her voice said sternly, but gently. Once he finally made it through to the Lagoon she was sitting above him on a rock on the waterfall. The Colors of the Lagoon were beautiful the water and waterfall crystal clear, the sand was bleach white under the moon, the grass was green and crisp and white flowers clung to the trees snow did sit in patches around it,but the Lagoon was untouched. Like in the snow her tracks were non existent in the sand. Making her way down the rocks silent, graceful, and skilled. Watching him and his every move. She had tried to already play mind tricks on him, but it hadn't worked, which surprised her. Now she was intrigued. What kind of human would be able to resist a faes charms.


“To answer your question, I was watching you since you entered our lands.” Her voice flitted across the wind to his ears. Her eyes went to his. She was very intrigued, she seen humans up close, before,but never in a way like this, no human had ever seen her before. Perplexed by him, she watched his movements making sure she wasn't cornered. “ Why are you in these woods?” she asked him.
 
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Thors gazed unabashed upon her every feature. His body now and again tilting or lowering as he looked at her every feature. Mentally acknowledging her desire to retain distance he dared not step further then necessary. What ceased this examination? Simple, her voice. Angelic in sound and melodic in nature he could feel blood rushing into the tips of his ears. Desire rang out beneath the stoic expression he’d retained. Whenever she moved, responded or seemed to take in something of his Thors noted the gentle wave she seemed to release.
A wave which he quickly began to examine the contents of… Mischief, its place hidden deep within the pure features. A mischief he recognized as calm, yet dangerous in its own ways.
Regardless, he did not hesitate at her desire. He followed, quickly, his steps not nearly as graceful. Though, for a human he was more than adept. His footprints were as lightly left as possible, some missing as he chose to leap and bound between flattened stones and heightened branches. A body well trained moved and his eyes even more trained watched her form. Focusing for some time on her feet, the way she seemed to step without stepping. The contraction of muscle similar yet far softer than any he’d seen.
Atop this, his eyes wandered to her rear, once if not twice. Shapely, enticing, and immediately forgotten for the desire to gaze once more upon those beautiful eyes. A desire which as they arrived at their destination was fulfilled.
A willow, grand as one could imagine and older then he could guess. Its drape like branches giving concealment to a rather grandiose lagoon.
Again, she moved. Unlike before she paid him more mind. Her smirk shifted some, he could sense something in her thought had been perturbed. Something was off, yet instantly she seemed to wash it away. Replaced by her examination of his movement. Unlike before upon the snow he stepped and leapt unabashed. His body seeming to float here and there. Light airy strides carried him across small gapes in the rocks.
More of the angel’s voice came forth and further did he desire to listen. The question answered and a replacement given. Thors thought, for some seconds before answering.
“I am Thors of the North.” He stopped, bowing his head deeply before her. Not knowing the customs but assuming such an act may well be necessary. His voice carrying yet still soft as before.
“I’ve come from afar to find those who are known by tale and mysticism.” The thought was shared before he raised himself to stand erect. His hands moved then, to the clasps at the shoulders of his cloak. Both tightly done took a moment to pull free. His left hand grabbing a fistful of the cloth, pulled it away in a grand motion. The interior cloth of the cloak far more exquisite then the exterior. Inlays of a great eagle in stormed skies backed by deep rare dyes of accenting coloration. Every stitch finely crafted and closed. He whirled the cloak around, wrapping it back over his shoulders. Clasping it at his collar bone.
“Embarrassment has devoured my mind in these subtle moments. To have lost a game of hide and seek so easily.” He chuckled to himself at the childish thought. His face never matching the whimsical thought. Bowing then he seemed to lose the thought.
“I offer what I may in return for the privilege of conversing with a Fae.” He spoke only of his possessions, though given what he’d experienced he could guess she may request something else.
 

She was confounded with him, did he just give her his real name? Her head slightly tilted. Humans must not have the same law as the fae. Real full names would get them taken advantage by there own kind. The only one who knew her name was Her father since he given it to her. When he bowed her brow furrowed in confusion. Why was he bowing to her did he know of her lineage, impossible. He must assume that he is showing her respect. Any lower born fae would of taken great offense to that it was a crime against their royalty. A frown lit her flawless face as she watched him.


“ You want to see a tale a non existent creature? To meet the dark things that live in the woods. Haven't you heard people come here and disappear and yet you come into our woods hunting our wild life.” Her voice stern and the frown still upon her lips.”Were not something to be looked upon and gawked at.”She said she wasn't something to be put on display. “Why do you want to speak with us? What do you get from it? Some way to learn something about us than try to capture us?”She asked him.


Aralia had not introduced, nore had she decided to even let him know her name. Which was something that very much confounded her. Why would a creature give away their name so willingly. It confounded her, humans were so strange. “Why would you give your name away so freely? Can you not be controlled by just your name being Spoken?” She asked confused. Watching him still, she was nervous about why he wanted to speak to a fae and why he been in the woods had he really been there to hunt? She also wanted to know why she could not see into his mind.
 
Thors did not respond. His eyes keenly watched each of her changing expressions. Denoting the contraction of muscles and attempting to decipher the full range of her social ticks. Obvious expressions needed little more than a quick glance. The tone she carried throughout was scarcely protected which gave him some comfort. The questions she rang out were all for the most part expected, the claims he’d known beforehand. When his name had been given it was in truth a false. Thors did belong to him, but it was in no way the name which controlled him. This, he would keep no secret, seeing as she’d believed him daft to share it.
“You’re more than a tale seeing as you’ve come forth.” The comment came and went as she pressed on with her verbal assault.
When she left the last of her words Thors remained silent. His eyes focused still waiting anything more before replying. Though, he chose a non-verbal approach. Turning his head and bending some his arms moved to grasp at the pack beneath the cloak. Twisting and pulling before retracting with a medium sized cloth sack. It’s make some form of grey tanned leather. Its body blank say for the embroidery of several free flying eagles. Their wings in differentiating scales as it seemed to fly around the sacks girth.
“I desire to meet with Fae for many reasons as you seem to have desired to meet me.” The answer hung for several seconds, his own left brow raising in question.
“Capture is without interest, besides you’re rather carless to approach one such as myself with such a thought.” His voice held a hint of danger then and only then. As if to say she may not well be safe with a simple change of intent.
“The name Thors holds no sway in my will. As your attempts to bewitch my mind are fruitless.” It hadn’t taken much more than her speech to decipher the intent. She seemed to lack the skill to read his desires and his intents. Her eyes may have been beautiful, but they were not so well trained as he’d believed. Magics were her strength and magics her weakness. Without it he’d guess she was somewhat capable but the lack of its presence would likely be damning.
“Have you ventured into danger before?” he asked fiddling with the cords of the sack he held. Loosening and tightening their hold without revealing its contents.
“I have, countless times.” His eyes held brilliance at the thoughts flowing through his mind. A near endless onslaught of war and struggle.
“The unknown is all I seek, to venture, and struggle are my life’s purpose… Hence, I’ve sought your people. You, are much like the stories. Beautiful and dangerous you lead men to their folly and attempt to entrap them with such base desires. Tell me, what had you planned once you’d bewitched me?” He questioned, his eyes aglow with the powerful blue color they held. His hands still opening and closing the bag, its contents never revealed.
 
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Aralia glowered at him. Did he think his race was better than hers and that she was stupid. She had many away out of any situation. She kept up the sour look as she glanced at him. His voice was a tone she didn't like. A small guff came from her mouth and with out a word or a answer to his questions she used her magic to disappear. She didn't like being in situations she couldn't get out of nore in situations that she couldn't control. She reappeared at the top of a rick above him. Definitely out of reach of his touch or even weapon length. She glared down at him.


“who will believe this isn't just your imagination if you decide to tell any one any thing about us. What are these reasons you desire to meet us? Not desire curiosity I guess.you could say.” she said. “Who gave you magic or a magical item. No one can resist a faez charms. She glanced at the bag hoping it wasn't Iron or salt the two very deadly things to fae. She turned her glare back to him and shook her head. “ I can't bewitch you, under the influence nof anothers magic. I could if I knew who it was.” She said. Her hands were long and gentle at the end the nails looked like claws and not nails. Her eyes had switched from bright blue to all black. She threw her head back and laughed.


“ Have I ever been in danger, more time than you can count.”She said and releaxed back in the rock glad she was up high away from him. She felt a bit safer with this much distance between them.”Wasn't sure what I was going to do with you. I really just wanted to lead you hear. Most humans don't appreciate nature. I would if decided after I seen how you walked around here and treatd this beautiful oasis.” She said. Her eyes returned to there blue color her hostility slightly fading now that she was s safe distance. “ You can Call me Fallen Light. Everyone else does.”She said.
 
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Thors watched her spook like a doe. The response more than amusing as she appeared above. No, she wasn’t nearly done with him. This much was evident given how haughty she had been. The play of her voice and goading of her tone were all so churlish. Without glancing towards her his interest shifted. Lowering to sit atop the nearest boulder. The sack he held moved, its cords loosening and for once Thors hands reached in. Fishing for some moments before receding. A simple orb, the material some mix of glass and crystal. At its core a shifting grey cloud. Milky in appearance the cloud shifted as he handed it off to his left. Tossing it experimentally a trail followed in its path. Leaving behind a light airy vapor.
Nodding Thors reached within and retrieved another orb. Tossing it to the same hand, holding each. Fingers moved slowly allowing the orbs to touch and turn in his hand. Switching slowly and beginning small arcs of movements. The same trails of vapor releasing with each turn they made. Ignoring this Thors retrieved another of the orbs. Its inner color a darker deeper black. Vapor emptying freely from it as he allowed the ball to roll over his palm, back of his hand and fingers. Though the way he moved made it seem as if the orb never shifted. As if it were stuck in place.
“I do not venture to tell my tales.” He commented his eyes focusing as the turning of orbs began to double in speed. The darker of the three he continued to slowly move around. Its vapor slowly loosening over his arm.
“Your magics of the mind are trivial at best Fallen Night” he chided at her, misusing the name given. Referencing her darker thoughts in the tone. The sack he’d held fell carelessly beside his right foot and he stepped over it to keep the objects within retained.
“The place in which we’ve settled is indeed mystical in its own ways.” He spoke for once without guard. The movement of the orbs in his left hand now moving in a seed which made both orbs appear as a ring of grey.
Immediately noticing this he tossed the black orb atop. Its place landing in the center of the ring. Retaining its place above and leaking dark pools of vapor over the grey. As the grey and black mixed they expanded falling over the rocks, leaking heavily until the waters brim was met. Ceasing then the vapor began to pool over the space. Growing in density before rising to his waists height.
“Watch.” He commented as the vapor began to shift. Growing in height, changing in shape. Slowly becoming several humans like figures. All of which resembled Thors. A multitude of the darkened shapes shifted. Colors mixing as they poured from the orbs. Before a few minutes passed each of the shades became fully colored Thors. Their bodies still, eyes glancing about.
“Now” he added and each of the Thors spoke, releasing the same word. Chuckling lightly at his own bemusement. The pool of dark vapor beneath them dissipated and each began to move. Freely, carelessly pacing about the area.
“Do you fear me Fallen Night? For all the strength you claim, your caution is quite immense.” He spoke again freely.
 

Aralia watched him out of curiosity. His tricks were absolutely nothing to her. She rolled her eyes. We have more than mind magic tricks. Trust me our real power is something to be feared. “ She said watching him. “Also its Fallen Light.” Her voice cold and curt to his hotty attitude. She looked around. “ I know I made it so, this is frozen, but a little bit of magic and sometimes she is the most beautiful thing in this cold desolate world.”She told him as she watched when he said to. Her body stayed poised in the rocks, her claws dug into them as if slicing through butter. When he asked if she was afraid of him, she threw her head back laughing. “ Nice magic trick me afraid of you? I am not. If that was your intent your sorely Mistaken that I would be afraid of you and your simplistic mag…”her head snalled to look away from him. Her lips parted as she listened to the world and to the trees.

With out any effort she jumped from her perch and put her hand to his mouth. The force of her jump made his body slam into a tree. “Shut up for 5 mins, you humans incessantly talk. If you wish to live than keep quiet and keep still.”As she was talking the trees roots wrapped around his legs and body trapping him to the tree. She slapped bark over his lips and roits sprouted growing through his skin. She stepped away to hide his things and than disappeared as to noisy bumling fae walked into the clearing that had now turned cold and dead like its surroundings. “ Come on out Aralia we know your here.”The voices said. They were definitely not the most attractive creatures to come into site. She stepped out with her arms folded. “ what do you two want.”She snapped.

Looking at her they laughed. “Your father is looking for you, and if you dont head home will be telling daddy where his little princess has been. Plus also we are looking for the human we saw earlier.”They said. “ Well no human here and being as my father is king I will tell him you been in the mushroom wine stores again if you so much as breathe a word where I was.”She said and grabbed one by the throat her eyes black her teeth razor like and her features sharp and dangerous. “Yes your highness.”They say shaking.”Why are you out here?” The one not in her claws asked.”needed a walk and was practicing my magic.” She said. Which wasn't a lie, fae couldn't lie. I think I saw the human in the trees a bit a ways that way hunting.”She said. Releasing the other fae they nod and walk off. When they were out of site, she walked back to the male and tapped the bark off his lips. “ You need to go, it's more dangerous for you here, they will kill you,” She told him releasing the magic from the tree and letting him go. “The wisps will show you the way out. They know they can't trick you.”She said.
 
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Thors was dead silent. His several shades dissipated at her sudden action. All say for the singular. The same which she assailed. Its form far more dense, designed to act in human like ways. It upon her words nodded, agreed and remained still at the presence of her… people.
Shrouded by the true use of the orbs Thors had gathered his things from her hiding places. He’d watched the events of her followers? pass and within the shade he remained hidden. Another example of her underestimation. Preparation was one of the many pieces of entering territories of unknown and Thors had prepared for the majority of his life. Fallen Night was in no way the first of his foes to know magic. As importantly she was fickle. To believe yourself so powerful often caused one to act in error.
As she’d come to release him that which had been solid turned ethereal. Fading at her word it shone a smirk and with a simplistic reply it soon dissipated.
“Cat and mouse was enjoyable. I do hope we meet again. Though, I assume you’ll find me rather easily.” the shade chuckled as its form wavered and within its core an orb of solid black fell before her. It rolled inches and proceeded to shatter at her feet. All traces erased. The owner of the orbs well and away. His intents and his desires retained for the time.
Beyond the place she had taken him and shrouded still by his relics he sat. Creature's played carelessly in his presence, all unknowing of him. The place he’d gone higher, darker and nearer to the mountain which loomed above the Fae’s territory. Wrapped in his cloak Thors withdrew another of his sacks items. A pebble, engraved with several interconnecting hexagonal diagrams. Smirking excitedly as his thumb rubbed over the engraving. Curious creature's his mind moved in the silence of thought.
 
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Aralia watched him disappear, she stood staring at the empty space where he been and let the light magic fall from the place to return to its cold and desolate form. She snapped her fingers and outside her room doors she appeared. Looking around she went to open her door, as she went to step inside, she heard her father call her name. She cringed and turned, “Yes?”she asked. “ Where in the world have you been?”he asked glaring at her. “ Out walking practicing magic.”She said. “ It's not safe a human was out there could of been seen and caught.”He scolded. “ But I wasn't.”she retorted. “I am going to bed.”She said.


With a huff her father left her be and she went to go bathe and lay in bed. staring at her window, she fell asleep. Dreaming of the human. He was a odd one, she wanted to know more about him. Which she was sure she never see him again. She hoped not if he was stupid enough to return then this time she may not be able to help him escape or leave.


When she woke the next day Aralia sat up and glanced at the setting sun, another day of winter. She dressed in a black dress that was short and slightly revealing. She slipped on her shoes and went down for breakfast. She ate quietly as she glanced at her father when he cleared his throat. “Were riding today, for the seelie court.”He told her. “Why?”She asked. “ Have something to discuss with your mother.” He said. “ Can't I stay here then?”she asked. “Please I swear no trouble father I am sorry about yesterday.”she said. He sighed. “ Okay but ride to the edge of the territory with us I will leave some of my best guards. I expect when I get back with in the next 3 weeks you will be here in the castle.” He told her. “Yes father.”she said. They finished and she put her cloak on to ride with her fathers and his company to the edge of the Dark court's territory. She kissed him goodbye and told the nights to return she be back in a moment to the castle. Riding through the woods she stopped outside the clearing and listened to see if maybe the human had returned, it be stupid, but she wouldn't mind. She stayed well hidden as she listened and waited.
 
His eyes had met her visage well before she’d come. Set to shade and concealment. The cloak he’d worn now integral with its enchantment. Mottled as it was it shifted, perfectly caressing rays of light and chills of wind. Encompassing his human form with utter silence. Presence erased to an exactness. Knelt beside several creature's. A doe from the day prior foraging just beside him. A simple outreaching hand could encompass its odd tufts of fur. Still he remained, unmoving, focused only upon Fallen Night.
The expressions painting her daunting beauty engulfing his mind. Pondering his actions he was all too encompassed. Had women of her caliber existed he may never have ventured. Of course, she was special. The daunting strength she exuded in magics, confidence which could force back many. Encircled only by that whimsical mischief hiding beneath her soft gaze.
As he’d assumed she had returned, curiosity always taking its toll. Though, to think in such a way was ironic considering his placement.
Remaining still no longer, he shifted. Unnoticed as he was his form rose. Bow pulled forward, an arrow knocked and sent free in almost no motions. Its shaft thick, diveted in several places. A graceful whistling sound resounding loudly as it flew. Thudding loudly and sharply into the tree just beside her beauty. Parchment rolling free and falling open. A rough charcoal colored sketch of her from the night prior. Enrapturing the odd feral beauty she had shown. Some essence withheld yet still nothing extravagant.
Near as fast as his arrow he’d approached. Distance devoured as if it hadn’t existed. Set to stand no more than six meters before her. Brilliant blue iris’s glowing beneath the powerful shade of his cowl. A fing pressed to his shaded lips. Hushing sounds excluded as the ghost of a smirk could be seen beneath. Oddly he twisted, shifting in his cloak, nearly vanishing for a moment. A finger beckoning her movement as his legs moved. Skipping further then he well should have. Bounding outward and directed solely for the clearings center. Only then did he twist again on his foot. Tossing back the cowl and gazing aimlessly upon the skies rich beauty.
“Curious how simple such a creature could be to trick.” he chided playfully laughing in his strong tone. Tossing from beneath his cloak another of his marvels. This time, a simple stone. Carved intricately with an egyptian eye. Coarse to the touch, yet soft to the eye.
“A treasure from the sands of the deep south. Take it as apology for the tricks.” he offered knowing too much without reprisal would earn him some meager misunderstanding.