Name: Cipyar Lich
Age: no answer
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
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Name: Atane Esatag
Age: unknown
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
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She was alone, as she often was, and moving carefully along a well known path. Her tribe did not like it when she left on her own, her inability to see causing them to worry about her well being. She believe, though, that the Gods would watch over her and keep her safe. Every day Atane would take walks on this path, and return without a hair out of place.

Her steps were slow, her bare feet moving out to feel the way before she took it. She also had a staff that she would sometimes use to feel further. Though, it was held for unknown and unusual paths to her. A small smile played on her lips and she stopped on the path, just listening to the sounds of the forest around her.

"Go now!" The old man had told him. Giving Cipyar no more need to argue. This was not what he was here for. This was completely out of the question. Although of coarse there were the threats of mind control, and pain. Both were well known to Cipyar. The old man was well know for not being told what he did not want to hear. Cipyar went out into the forest. Wearing his beautiful dark green robes. Although they gave him a bit of a feminine feel. Though most elven clothing did just that.

Slowly, like the leopard watching its prey, he watched the young girl move threw the woods. Completely alone. He had expected a much harder quarrel. Involving many of the royal guards. Although they would not stop Cipyar. Anything was better than returning empty handed of coarse. He watched, bright green eyed as she listened to the trees. The same wind he felt grazed her skin, and that was when he moved.

Sliding a quick, yet delicate hand around her waist and mouth. Holding her arms against her sides, as he put a bit of weight down on her. Not enough to topple over her, but to hold her feet against the floor. Though giving her a steady foot might not have been he best idea.

She had no clue what was happening, and she tried to scream when she felt the unknown assailant grab her from behind. When she realized that would not help she attempted to bite him and struggled in his grip. The girl was panicking, though she had never expected that something like this might happen.

When Atane realized that her struggling would do no good against the stronger man, she turned to her magic. Without being able to chant, she could not conjure anything, but perhaps she could get into her assailants mind and convince him to release her. So she tried, one of the hands that was pinned by her side moving back to touch his thigh. It was the only way that she would be able to affect his mind at all.

Cipyar held on to the struggling girl. Although she had to admit, he thought she would be much stronger. Although usually those good with magic were not very strong. Cipyar had not even realized he was not holding her hands. Giving her the chance to touch him. Get into his head completely against his will. He hear the small voice in his head. Probably not her own, but more of a consiness. Her tribes magic did always confuse. Still, Cipyar was able to keep his hold on her.

"Sorry my dear." He whispered, bringing his head closer to her ear, "There are others I fear more than I fear you." Cipyar gave her a slight kiss on the cheek before moving. Maybe he was mocking her, or maybe it was friendly. One could have a hard time trying to tell with him for now. He slowly started to walk forward. In the same direction she had been going on. Blind folding her was useless. Elves always knew where they were going in the woods after all.

She whimpered into his hand, the kiss honestly startling her enough to pause her struggles for a short time. Her white eyes were wide in her fear and her struggle renewed as he tried to walk forward. The woman would not make this easy on him. At least not as long as she was conscious.

Atane tried to dig her bare feet into the soft earth and make it harder for him to move. She didn't really understand how her intrusion had not worked, but she decided against trying that approach again. Instead she tried to slam an elbow into her stomach, but she could not move her arms enough so it did no good.

Cipyar chuckled a bit as she paused. He had thrown her off slightly. He held her tighter, just by a bit and lifted her slightly off the ground. "This is really too easy.." He said to her. Still holding her with one hand, Cipyar took a bit of dust from his pocket. Sprinkling it into his hand holding her mouth. If she wanted to breath, she would take in the sleeping powder.

((I'm assuming that it's fast working.))

Her feet kicked as he lifted her off the ground and she tried to scream as he put the powder into his hands. This, unfortunately, caused her to inhale a large amount of the powder. The Elf, though, continued to struggle for a few minutes before the dust started to take effect. Soon she was limp in his arms, no longer struggling. Atane was a dead weight now.

((sorry it's so short))

((No problem^^ Mine was even shorter lol. Mine if I do a time skip? Just by a few hours^^))

((Not at all. ^_^))

As the girl fell asleep, Cipyar picked her up bridal style. A much easier way to carry her than with her fighting against him. Cipyar began the track back home. Or better, just that place he slept in. A few hours past before he carefully kicked the door open. Inside the Old man was no where to be scene. Cipyar took the girl into on of the guest rooms. Laying her on the bed and locking the door behind him. Cipyar then went back to what he was doing before he was told to leave. Mixing potions. Learning how everything worked. It would be some time before she awoke any how.

She lay very still in her sleep. The stuff he had given her was potent. After a while, though, she began to toss and turn as the effects of the dust wearing off. Her eyes fluttered opened and she felt around the bed. Anger filled her. How could she have been so stupid? How could se have let this happen? If she had only listened.

Well, it was just a matter of figuring the world around her out, and getting herself free. After a moment she pushed herself up in the bed. Her feet carefully touched the floor and she stood, hoping that the bed had not creaked so much that her captor had heard her.

Cipyar heard the bed creak from the other room. She could not get out though. Therefore Cipyar was not too worried. The old man should have been back any minute now. A sigh escaped his lips as his ears picked up the footsteps of the old man. Minutes later he was inside. Cipyar by his side, taking the few bags the man carried. Probably filled with new herbs and anything else one can find in the forest.

"She still here?" He asked Cipyar. Heading towards the guest room.Taking a key from his pocket the old man opened the door. Wary of anything she may throw at him.

The woman took a few steps back from the door. She had been listening for anything and she knew the man was going to open the door. Her muscles were stiff and she pressed herself against the opposite wall. Atane stared at him with wide, white eyes. "W-who are you?" She was afraid, it was obvious in her voice.

"Where have you brought me?" The girl knew that they had to be their long time enemies. What did they mean to do to her? She had heard of people being taken by them before, but she never knew what they did. Even as she spoke, though, she was weaving a spell around him. After a short time she had a spell flung towards the door. It was an invisible wall of air that went towards the old man.