[M] !! - Arrival of the Fae - !!

He did look overly pathetic but that would provide more fun in a different manner. I*f he looked pathetic, it was more than likely that he had a low pain tolerance. Torturing him would have more of an affect on him. It was be more amusing for her.

"Boy. Name yourself."

The dark haired woman's dark eyes snapped up.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to him like that?"

Feidlimid arched a brow at the young woman. How incredibly rude of her.

"Name yourself," she repeated.

As soon as Noah heard a voice that wasn't Brandusa's he hid behind the woman, his cheeks going bright red in embarrassment as he tried to cover up his naked body, shielding it from view.

He clutched onto the bottom of her shirt as he looked over from behind her, keeping his grasp on her firm, he didn't want her getting into another fight because of him.

"Noah Amsel."

He muttered, his silver eyes looking over at the small woman, she was the same size as him but something about her frightened him.

The corner of Xto's lips quirked up the tiniest amount, the boy was extremely timid but as they got closer the scent of another Lycan became apparent, and it was coming from the woman who had the nerve to speak to crassly to his sister.

His eyes flicked to Feid, she must have sensed it too, half breed.

Feidlimid's eyes gleamed in sadistic pleasure as a small smirk curled her lips.

She had smelt it.

"Two, brother. Do have your fun with them. I intend to have my fun afterwards." He'd be able to give her two gifts and then she'd be able to take him. The woman could feel herself getting more and more excited.

Brandusa gave a soft growl. "Oi, I asked you who the fuck you were!"

Feid's eyes hardened slightly and the taller woman gave a loud scream.

The Fae didn't appreciate being yelled at.

"Brandusa!"

The young Lycan screamed as he tried to tend to his injured friend, of course it was no use, there was no escaping their power.

"Not allow her to pass out Feidlimid, you'll ruin all the fun."

Her brother chimed in as he drew the rapier from his hip, advancing toward the two huddled together in the clearing.

When he moved closer the small Lycan growled defensively, taking on his wolf form again, trying to protect his vulnerable friend, his efforts were in vain as Xto knocked him over in one simple swing, hitting him with the non-sharpened edge of his sword.

He intended to knock them around a bit, slicing them apart in one swing was hardly any fun, he intended on drawing this out.

Feidlimid gave a soft sigh.

"You draw the fun out of it, brother." Obediently, she let up on the intense pain she was forcing onto the woman.

She would still be in a lot of pain, but it wouldn't be enough to threaten to knock the woman unconscious.

"Is that better, brother?"

Her eyes followed the movements of Xto as he knocked the boy about.

Let the fun begin, she thought with a soft purr.

"Your fun will be short lived if you always knock them out in the first few seconds."

He replied, hearing them slowly die was much more entertaining even if the screams were slightly less intense.

"Come now Noah, if you don't stop me, I will slay her."

He taunted to the Wolf as he stepped toward the woman, placing his blade at her throat.

A soft chuckle left his lips as the wolf lunged at him, gracefully he dodge it with ease, each time the boy tried to snap at him he moved as if he were not in a fight, but rather dancing with the creature, every so often swinging his blade and slicing it open.

Loud yelps and cries came from the beast as he was cut over and over again, on his muzzle, legs and across his ribs.

"My patience is not as great as yours, brother."

She enjoyed seeing immediate reactions. Having to wait for reactions was boring for her. She hated waiting for what she wanted.

The woman licked her lips as the scent of blood filled the air.

To aid her brother, she kept the woman incapacitated with enough pain to stop her from moving without the risk of her falling unconscious.

"Give me a show, brother. It is what you promised."

"It is what I promised, isn't it?"

With a small smirked he stepped back from the wolf and tossed off his shirt, exposing his lean, muscular chest before stepping back in a ready stance, his sword extended in front of him.

Xto lunged forward, looking as if he were going to strike, Noah sprinted towards him and bore his teeth, aiming for the man's throat.

The Fae let him through his defense, something he would never be able to do unless he allowed him to. Xto was going to put on a show and to do that he needed to make it look like these two had a chance of winning against him.

Hope was a cruel emotion, one he liked to provide them with before ripping it away. As such he let the wolf catch him around the throat, his teeth baring in, spilling crimson down his pale chest, rolling freely over his chest and abs.

His influence spread over the boy, fueling his courage and determination.

The Fae's elbow smacked down on the top of the wolf's head, knocking him off before landing a perfect kick into his ribs, sending him flying back as a loud crack sounded, the Lycan's ribs shattering under the force of the blow.

Noah landed on the ground with a heavy thud before erupting in a loud agonized howl.

Brandusa writhed on the ground, sobbing and crying, clawing at the ground.

Feidlimid didn't pay attention to her, though; just enough to keep her influence on her in check.

She was more entranced by the show in front of her.

Her eyes trained over the muscles of her brother's torso and the blood streaking over his pale skin. She didn't cry out when Xto was bitten. She barely moved.

xto was much stronger than that. This was a ploy to prove amusement. It couldn't be anything else.

She hoped that her brother lived up to his promise to entertain her.

Xto chuckled as he looked over at his sister, his eyes flicking over to the half breed she had on the floor.

She would be able to tell that he wanted her to be released, fighting both of them at once would not be a problem, not when the wolf could barely move any longer.

He walked over to the boy slowly, his foot stamping down brutally on an outstretched leg, breaking the bone with ease, causing him to cry out loudly before shifting back, clutching his arm to his blood soaked chest and he cried out in pain.

Xto stood behind him rising his sword and piercing it straight through his chest, the boy's shriek broke through every other noise in the forest before falling silent in an instant.

"It wont take long from him to bleed out half breed, my blood would save his life, if you can get to it."

He said, his fingers stroking through the blood that had spilled over his chest, taunting her with it as his influence flooded over her, replacing Feidlimid's, filling the woman with courage, determination and hope.

The Fae sighed softly.

She had been enjoying hearing the woman sob and cry. It had been amusing her more than watching the Lycan being beaten so perfectly.

Tucking a lock of her hair behind her long ear, she let her influence fade.

Brandusa slowly began to stop writhing on the floor, wiping desperately at her tears. She didn't like crying. Ever.

Her eyes turned up to the man as he spoke. How dare the two of them just waltz up to them and attack them like this?! They were enjoying their time together. Just playing around. Hardly a crime!

She shot up off the floor, screaming out in her anger as she changed towards the male Fae, her blades drawn.

She'd kill him and save Noah. She had to.

A small smile pulled at his lips, she was using blades against a blade Master, this would prove amusing, if only to see her fail so pathetically.

He stepped out of the way of her first attack, chuckling as he ducked and weaved out of the range of her blades, no matter how fast or hard she would strike, all she was hitting was air.

Xto slid across the ground, right under one of her arms as it swung a blade at her, once he was behind the woman his blade came down across her back, cutting her diagonally from shoulder to hip.

"He's running out of time."

He chimed in, chuckling as he planted his foot in the middle of her back, forcing her to the ground.

"Bastard!"

Brandusa was getting even more annoyed and bloodthirsty the longer Xto evaded her blades.

He was faster than her.

She cried out when the Fae's blade cut through leather cloth and skin and he kicked her down. His foot pressed against the cut mercilessly.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

She writhed and attempting to tun over, to swipe blindly at him with her blades. She had to get his blood. Save Noah. She couldn't let any more happen to the boy.

He removed his influence from her, all that courage and hope fading in an instant as she swung blindly at him.

Xto did one sweeping swipe, completely cleaving off her left hand, blood from the severed limb spraying over his exposed torso.

"I think not."

He replied kicking her over onto her back, his foot pressing against her torso and pushing her down roughly as he swung his blade once more, removing her other arm completely, there was no way for her to fight him, there was no way for her to save her friend.

Xto grasped onto her hair, dragging her toward the boy's body and tossing her on top of him.

"You've failed."

He muttered darkly before spearing his blade through the both of them, killing the impure creatures.

A loud scream sounded when her hand was cut from her body.

Excruciating pain filled her and tears began to call once more. This was hopeless. Noah would die and it was because of her. She wasn't strong enough to save him. She wasn't strong enough to get the Fae's blood from him.

She stared up at him through bleary tear-filled eyes.

She didn't beg, though. It was useless. What could she do now? And without Noah... The woman screamed once more when her arm was torn away from her body.

Sobbing softly as she was dragged, she curled around Noah in the only possible way she could attempt being protective in this position. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she muttered to her friend before her body was pierced and she slumped over the top of him.

Feidlimid stepped forwards slowly, her bare feet touching the blood soaked grass. Her eyes slid shut and she gave a low purr. She adored the feeling of blood against her skin.

"I am disappointed, brother. Not nearly enough pained screams to satisfy me. It was all over far too quickly."

She stopped in front of him, staring at him for a few long moments before her hand snapped up, fisting in his hair and yanking him down to his knees in front of her. "Perhaps I should draw my desire for screams from you."

"You expect too much from me sister, these two hadn't even reached a century old, their bodies were too pitiful and weak to be able to withstand much."

He replied, they were too weak to fight back and make their torture entertaining, now if he had got to have some fun back with Lycustheos perhaps he could sate her needs but alas that was not going to happen.

He slumped down as she grasped his hair and pulled him down onto his knees though he had no intention of staying that way.

Xto yanked his hair free and pounced back away from her with a little smirk, slowly circling his sister.

"Torturing ones so young would have been so easy. Skewering them with your blade at the first chance was a very boring way of torturing them."

Her lips curled upwards when he pounced away.

"Your patience rivals mine in moments like this."

Her fingers moved to the chord ties of her corset, nimble fingers untying the knots and loosening the leather constricting her waist until it slid over her hips and fell to the ground. The sword attached to her corset clattered carelessly to the ground alongside the leather.

She strolled slowly towards her brother, smiling softly as the material of her dress flowed around her like a mist; the sheer fabric now not held to her body by the constricting corset. The only thing keeping it up were the straps around her neck. If those were torn she'd be bare; though one could see all through the near see-through fabric swathing her body.

"Do you wish to make the first move, brother?" She cocked her head to the side slightly.

"I could have had them screaming for days and it would not quell you, very few things actually do."

His lips quirked up as her dress flowed around her freely, he knew one thing that could quell her, sate all her needs, his body, whether he used it against her or she used it for her own needs he could satisfy her longings.

"Ladies first."

He said politely, removing his belt and dropping his blood soaked blade to the ground, his body still flecked in crimson and he stood and stared at her.

His longing evident as it peeked out over the waistband of his pants.

"And people say chivalry is dead," she teased with a little grin.

Her eyes met with his and she smirked as she began working her empathy. It would not hold as great of an effect as it had on Lycus or Brandusa, but it would be enough to make him feel severely hurt.

Enough for her to gain an advantage at least.

As she sent pain coursing through him, she shot forwards, reaching out to grab his hair and tug him down again.

"You belong at my feet, dearest brother."

Xtopherus winced as her influence coursed through him, pain shooting through all of his limps, he was in pain but still able to move and stay standing despite it.

When she got close enough to try and reach for his hair he twisted and swept his leg out, hooking it around behind her knee, knocking her off of her feet and onto the floor where he swiftly grabbed her arms and straddled her hips, using his own empathy against her.

Pain as and empathy was not his strong point, instead he filled her with intense longing for him, smoldering lust which he tried to use to subdue her into remaining where she was.

She gave a soft curse when he bought her down.

Dammit. She hadn't put enough effort into influencing him. She'd have to be more careful about that in the future.

Feid bit her lip as desire coursed through her. Her eyes slid shut and she pressed her thighs together.

Slowly she began to relax in his hold, a soft plead spilling from her lips as she stared up at him, eyes full of lust.

"I want you, brother."

Her empathy circled around negative emotion, most of his were more positive but he could easily find malicious ways to use them, more than one he had cause his foe's to have uncontrollable longing for him, they would grovel at his feet, pleading to be close to him and then he would strike them down.

Everything about Xto was made to entice, he kept his features highly feminine, wearing sheer clothing that revealed his body helped immensely when it came to capturing his prey in a lust fueled trance.

"I know you do."

He murmured softly as he leaned over and kissed her softly, his body grinding against hers.

"As I want you."

Her lips curled up slightly.

She returned his kiss, pushing into it eagerly, trying to push herself up to sit she she could get a hold on him.

Just like he had, she attempted to fill him with arousal. Her control over positive emotions was flawed at best; nothing compared to her brothers.

Feid groaned softly as he ground against her, her own body moving instinctively to grind up against his in return.

His lips quirked up as he felt her attempt at influencing him, it definitely was no her strong point.

Leaning down her brushed his nose against hers then pressed his lips against her neck.

Each placed that he made contact with her skin tingled in response to his touch, intensifying the yearning with each stroke and kiss, just like how her touch made pain more unbearable.

His crotch kept grinding against her, the length of his arousal grazing against her stomach before he moved his body, trying to move his way between her legs.

Soft, shaky breaths sounded as he kissed along her skin.

She writhed a little under his touching, pressing up against him eagerly. This was a cruel advantage he had over her. His influence over arousal was incredible.

When he tried to move between her legs, she parted them obediently.

The woman bought a leg up, jamming it between their bodies and kicking upwards, pressing her leg into his stomach as hard as she could, twisting her body to try adn push him over.

She was not done.

Not yet.