To find a ram [Ankou, Namgil]

[Namgil]

Though ultimately Namgil couldn’t have cared less whether Alysia chose to follow him or not, the sound of her footsteps rushing to catch up inwardly pleased him. Over the course of their time spent together, Namgil had already come to the conclusion that Alysia was a young faerie, perhaps not very well versed in the ways of Alanor. If she had been, perhaps she wouldn’t have so readily followed him, an action he considered slightly foolish. Still, her presence gave him something to do and Namgil was really only killing time until nightfall.

”Not particularly.” A smirk played on his lips, not particularly directed at anyone or anything. In fact, he failed to spare her a glance as she sided up next to him and instead cast his gaze lazily from side to side as if searching for something more interesting than her presence. Had she been able to spot the gleam in his dark, dead eyes, Alysia probably could have avoided what came next.

Almost without thought, Namgil slipped a hand up and gently placed it on her shoulder as he rotated her body and his until they were facing each other. His move was not forceful – rather the speed and calmness in which it was conducted would have generated no feelings of retaliation. In all appearances, it seemed quite innocent. Unfortunately for Alysia, Namgil’s magic was already working its way through her system; she was now effectively his puppet.

Alysia would find herself unable to move as Namgil slipped his hand from her shoulder and shot the female’s mantel a somewhat apathetic look. There was no doubt it would be upset. Upon meeting its eyes he raised his hands upwards in a gesture of peace (or as close to peace as Namgil would get), and shot it a brilliant white smile. If it remained passive, Namgil would leave it unharmed. If it decided to move, or to attack him, it would find itself gutted faster than it could blink.

For now, Namgil did nothing. Alysia would be unable to move; that was all.

[Alysia]

As Namgil gave her an answer, Mabu dropped onto her shoulder and clung to the back of her right shoulder and upper back. Upon hearing his answer, Alysia nearly sighed. She pretty much gave up on finding the ram. There had been too little leads and even less blood to follow. Maybe she'd have better luck next time...preferably with a blood hound that could just smell it's way in the mists!

She had been so deep in thought that she didn't realize Namgil had moved until he placed his hand on her shoulder. He 'gently' turned her to face him and she had a small moment of panic- she couldn't move! Quickly realizing this must have been his hand of power she tried to wiggle out of it in some way, but she couldn't even lift her lips in a snarl. Hell she couldn't even speak. Calming herself, she watched and waited to see what he would do. She couldn't believe she had been so careless!

Mabu sat still upon Alysia's shoulders at Namgil's silent directions, glaring all the while at the male. She let him know in that glare that if he harmed her fae in any way, she'd retaliate one way or another. Alysia would have sighed at the comforting feeling of her mantel on her shoulder, but she obviously couldn't. So she'd leave the glaring to Mabu and waited to see what Namgil planned to do.

[Namgil]

For a while the Sidhe male just stood there, rubbing his chin as he appraised the woman and her mantel much like someone would a chunk of meat at a butcher shop. There was feigned interest at best – the moment he had established control of her was the moment her intrigue had died. Still, there was no use wasting his power while it lasted. Essentially, if he maintained close contact with her, Alysia’s time as his slave would last as long as he liked. Unfortunately, there was the problem of her mantel – a tedious detail that Namgil didn’t particularly feel like dealing with.

Namgil raised his right hand and moved it in a languid circle, in turn causing Alysia’s body to rotate once, slowly, offering him a 360 degree view of her frame. He tilted his head ever so slightly, as if in contemplation, his dead eyes clouding over in thought. His hand dropped down from its previous position as he shifted closer to her, completely ignoring her mantel. Gloved digits encompassed Alysia’s chin, tilting it upwards gently so that her eyes met his.

The kiss he gave her was brief, though Alysia would find her body responding to and returning the kiss via his silent command. However short-lived, in that moment there was a distinct warmth, a heat that defied every aspect of Namgil’s being and starkly contrasted with his poison-laced aura. It was a hungry kiss full of passion and desire yet gentle enough that when Namgil withdrew from her the residual feeling of his lips on hers vanished entirely too quickly.

Namgil’s eyes lingered on hers only briefly before his mask of apathy broke into a broad, sardonic-laced grin. He casually rotated on his heels in a whimsical manner and, with his back to her, casually began resuming his original course. On gloved hand rose to casually issue a backwards wave to her, his hold on her broken at the same time.

[Alysia]

Alysia inwardly seethed as he examined and spun her about as is she were an item for sell. She did not know what he intended to do, but she would find someway to fight back and give him his own full force! Once she could gain control of her body, she'd make him regret using his ability upon her.

As he placed his fingers upon her chin, Alysia angrily wish for the ability to at least glare. As her eyes met Namgil's though, her conscious froze. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming next. As his lips touched hers and her body responding to his will, she was completely shocked. This man was completely unpredictable and his kiss was definitely that. She expected a cold, harsh kiss from this man...but this was the complete opposite. Just as soon as the kiss began it ended though. Giving her a sardonic grin, he spun away and released her from his hold.

Standing there in shock, she didn't completely register she was free of his powers until Mabu grabbed onto a lock of her gold hair and pulled, causing her to flinch. Once realizing 'The Big Picture,' Alysia growled in anger and contemplated whether or not she should stabbed him. "You....you...what in the world was that for!?" Obviously meaning the taking control of her and kissing her. Alysia rarely got angry, irritated yes, but she did not like being manipulated in any way or confused on the entirety of what happened. Mabu wrapped her long dark reddish brown tail around her fae's arm in comfort. Silently counting to ten, Alysia calmed enough to think more clearly.

Deciding to not kill Namgil since he didn't actually harm her, she narrowed her eyes at unseelie male, molten gold seeming to glow in the darkened forest. The only thing that was damaged was just a little pride. It could have turned out much worse honestly. That ability had given him complete and utter control over her and had he wished anything further of her, she would have been in deep trouble. Sighing at her stupidity, she'd make sure she'd be more watchful and careful next time.

[Namgil]

At first, Namgil ignored her. For any other fae this would have been an astonishing feat. The venom in her words and the way her Sidhe glow flared and practically lashed out much like the tendrils of the sun was very noticeable. However, instead of even looking towards her, Namgil maintained his casual walk, his gloved hands shoved into his pockets as a whistle slid from his lips. It was a delightful little tune, entirely too cheerful for the apathetic expression on his face.

After a few moments of her following him, Namgil suddenly rolled an eyeball in her direction. ”Oh. You’re still here.” It was more of a statement than an actual question, his voice flat and monotone without a hint of surprise. It appeared as if he really hadn’t noticed her following him, nor the small outburst she had enacted. It wasn't readily apparent whether or not Namgil had actually forgotten their momentary encounter or if he was continuing to toy with her. Either way, he had lost all interest in this Sidhe woman. ”Don’t you have anything better to do?” Apparently Alysia had yet to notice she had essentially already taken the first steps towards falling into the same trap. He thought she would have already learned her lesson.

[Alysia]

Quickly realizing she had been following him in anger, she halted a good ten feet away from the unseelie male. She was still furious at him, but she would not fall for the same trap twice. She may not know heads or tails about this guy, but she wouldn't put it past him to pull the same trick twice. Once it's shame on him, twice it's shame on her.

Glaring at him for what seemed liked hours, but in reality was only a few seconds she crossed her arms and studied the man before her. Finally shrugging, she spun on her hills and began to walk in the opposite direction of Namgil."Your right, I do have better things to do. I have no time for things that are unimportant." She needed to see if she could pick up the trail again and if not head back to the seelie court for a good strong drink. She kept her hands ready to grab her weapon should he get a wild hair and try to attack her. She doubted it, but she had been surprised before.

[Namgil]

Namgil hardly noticed when she halted. Even when she spoke, her words spitting fire, he paid her no heed. Instead he continued on his way, his hands deep in his pockets, his merry little tune resumed. It wasn't until she was gone that Namgil allowed a sly little smile to mar his lips. His encounter with the Sidhe woman had been entertaining. Though she had classified their little meeting as unimportant, Namgil knew that his image and the touch of his lips would resonate in her mind, as memories fueled by hatred often did.

As Alysia made her way back towards the Seelie court, the mocking screech of an eagle would follow her, though she would not spot its source should she choose to look towards the sky.

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