A Spell is Cast

[LordLuck]

(closed for NekoMata)

Young Drake had been quite worried about this.

He had losen himself in the woods. Even though Drake was a poacher and a hunstman, this land was so... so... strange. Once, he had been quietly and aptly stalking a deer, his bow ready to claim it's life to his family's support. However, it had been a snap. A damned snap, and the creature runned. Foolishly did he tried to chase for it into the woodland, and before he knew it, he was lost.

Lost. Simply lost. He had his bow, and a number of arrows, his hatchet and knife, but otherwise was empty. His pouch contained a few coins that he had gathered in order to buy him a mug of beer and a loaf of bread to add to his hunted meat, but he knew now that he was far, too far from the village that he dwelt, at the forest's borders. Tall, standing at 1.78m, the peasant was strong, as he worked as a and a poacher. His hair, dark brown as murky mud, runned wildly at his shoulders, although his beard was just starting to grow.

After many, many minutes, he thought that he had seen something, deeper still into the woods. What could it be? ...Smoke? With glee in his eyes, he walked cautiously further into the woods.

 

[NekoMata]

Valen ran her finger gently over the water absently. Reaching out she picked up a small glass vial of the elegantly carved oak table. She removed the stopper, poured some of the sweet smelling burgundy powder into a silver spoon. She sprinkled it into the water along with a handful of another type of herbs. She waved a hand ove it and muttered a few words. A cloud of smoke plumed from the pot and Valen smiled. She ran a finger down the list if items printed on the ancient book in front of her and frowned.

'Oh great... Now I have to go into town.' she said with a soft sigh.

Valen stood from the table her soft black skirt rustling down. She was wearing a dress made of silky black material cut in a low V at the neck and with a high split up the side. Her hair fell to her waist like a bright scarlet flame. Her eyes were a miraculous shade of violet flecked with gold and she had flawless olive skin. She had an almost feline face and a gracefull style of movement.

She was the known in town as the Witch of the Black Forest as she was the only one who lived in the wide expansive forest. She had a reputation of being cold and haughty but it was only because of her wariness of people. Despite all of that she did have alot of people who came to her requesting "favors" and for a fee, Valen was glad to oblige.

Slinging her bow and quiver over her back she grabbed her bow and headed out of her home, an nice place settled snugly in the woods. She locked the door draping the key around her neck and headed into the wood.

 

[LordLuck]

Before himself, finally, Drake could see a figure leaving an old, almost ancient house. So far into the woods, at first he knew it would not be wise to run for her. However, in his juvenile stupidity, he considered that if whoever it was left, he would be abandoned outside a house that could belong to something even worse!

He ran through the woodland, raising his voice as he shout towards the figure. As Drake got ever closer, he could notice that it was a woman. A gorgeous woman. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, taking upon a bow herself.

"Miss!! Hey... you... there! Miss!"

Drake got out of the wood and into the small clearing at the start of the dirt path to somewhere he could only guess where it was. Getting closer, he could see that the woman was far more beautiful that he had seen by her back - her feline features so more exotic, her garments so sensual yet somber.

 

[NekoMata]

Valen looked up and quickly notched an arrow to her bow. "Move one more step and I'll pin by your windpipe." Valen said, her soft musical voice ringing out clearly. She strode forward, her aim perfectly steady. She was barefoot as always and her feet didnt make a sound on the soft grass. She stopped a respectable distance away from the young man, keeping her arrow level with his chest.

She studied him shrewdly, he was attractive and young. And, judging by the fact that he had approachee her so candidly, naive. She lowered the bow, still holding the arrow notched and tensed, a sign that she could still shoot at anytime. "What is your buisness here?" Valen said, then gave a little half smirk, "Let me guess... Mommy sent you to the big bad witch to pick up something to make her better."

She lowered Her eyelids and gave him another wicked half smile. Turnig she nodded her head back towards her house. She waited for him to walk ahead of her, her arrow still at the ready.

 

[LordLuck]

Lifting his hands in order to show he was unarmed - the bow at his back and the hatchet at his belt told otherwise - Drake found himself quite staggered. The woman had been blinding fast! How had she done it? He could even not see how did she produce the arrow at her hands.

And complying, Drake kept his hands spread and away in order to walk towards he house, his torso still facing the woman who had so easily outmanaged him. He was at her complete mercy. The young man, however, knew better than to resist or complain at someone who could wield a bow so fast and remain so steady at it.

"Ehh... no... I am hunter. I've tracked a deer, and got lost in the...", he started, looking for the right words to convince the stunning red-head not to turn him inot a pin-cushion.

 

[NekoMata]

Valen shook her head and followed after him. She let the arrow slack and put the arrow and bow back into the quiver. But just as fast she drew a dagger and pressed the tip to his lower back. She reached into her top pulling the key off of its chain. She unlocked the door, pushing the boy brusqely inside. She disarmed him swiftly, and tossed them into a corner. She turned and embedded the knife in the table with a small frown.

"Sit down somewhere." she said in a soft growl her back still to him.

She shuffled a few things around on the table, and turned back around. She was holding a cup full of a fragrant liquid. She swirled the liquid around a few times before she locked her violet eyes on him. The windows were all covered in thick red velvet curtains so the room was dark, lit with the flickering orange glow of candles. The light made her gold in her violet eyes flicker. "Hunting in the witches woods eh? I should punish you." Valen said with anotjer one of her crooked grins.

 

[LordLuck]

Although scared, Drake's eyes naturally lowered to check at Valen's backside as she turned away. He was now utterly defenseless, sitting at a chair by the table she had nailed her dagger in. What would she do now? She acted strange enough - a woman, living alone in the deepest, darkest places between the woods. It was... unnerving to make the connections.

And he gasped when she spoke. His blood suddenly froze. He had been so far into the forest? Had he entered the Witch's lands? Good grace! He was surely doomed! She would kill him and drink his blood!

"I... I... I didn't knew I had stepped into your lands, lady Witch! I am sorry! I really ignored..."

 

[NekoMata]

"Shut up you blathering child." Valen said with a paitent chuckle.

She ran her finger around the rim of the cup and sighed to herself. She sat the cup on the table, plainly in his sight and selected a number of vials. She uncapped them slowly and stirred them into the cup. She muttered something and a plume of violet steam rose from cup. She swirled it around a few times beforw turning back to him.

"My name is Valen, and that is what you will call me." she said.

She turned back to him, reaching between her ample cleavage sge pulled out a vial containing a glowing rainbow colored liquid. She uncorked it and poured a drop into the cup.

"Now then. Maybe I should make you drink this. Or maybe not." Valen said. Her hair seemed to flicker like live flames in the shifting lights. "Or maybe not."

 

[LordLuck]

Instantly at her order, Drake shushed it. Perhaps she would be merciful. Perhaps she would allow him to go free, instead of eating his flesh boiled amidst her scented home. Indeed, the darkness illuminated only by the waving and flickering of the candles was quite... disturbing.

He tried to smile as she talked to him. Perhaps she wasn't evil at all. He had heard many tales about the Witch, but most spoke of an old, decrepit hag in a house made of children's bones. She wasn't old at all. She wasn't ugly whatsoever!

"...Valen... I am Drake..."

 

[NekoMata]

"I dont believe I asked you your name." Valen said, "Oh and be at ease, im not going to kill you or any other horrid thing you could imagine. You're far to handsome for that."

Valen moved through the darkened house towards the fire place. She snapped her fingers and the flames leapt up in fireplace. She picked up a large book of the table, running a finger down an entry. "Now then, what should I do with you..." she said and tipped her head, tapping her fingers to her lips. She watched him with soft violet eyes, apprasing him. "Perhaps I will test my new potions on you..." she said biting her fingertip, "Or maybe I can find other uses for you."

 

[LordLuck]

When she snapped her fingers, Drake almost jumped in place. Of course, he had calmed himself down - although was... intrigued at her remark about how... handsome he was. What must be running through this wicked woman's mind?

He would surely find it not pleasant to be the test group for some mad sorceress' concoctions. Would she transform him into a frog for defiling her home's sanctuary? Cold sweat started to run behind the young man's neck. What would she do with him? And... what had she meant by other uses? The way that she moved around the room, how she waved her hips... how sensually had her lips moved when talking about that...

Drake suddenly felt strange. A ticklish feel down his guts told him something interesting was about to happen.

 

[NekoMata]

She crossed her legs, leaning back on her palms. She stood up and circled the chair were he sat. She let her fingers brush carefully over his shoulders. She stoped behind him and ran her fingers through his mud brown hair. She let her hands stray breifly over his chest. It was firm and well toned and it felt nice under his shirt.

She smiled a tiny bit, and drew back some. She pressed her fingers into the mahogany of the table. She hummed a soft tune and began playing absently with the ends of her hair. She fiddled around with a few things on the table then turned back to him. She handed him a glass filled with an amber colored liquid. She poured another for herself taking a sip. "Drink up, its only beer." she said with a smile. "Have you ever...been, with a woman."

 

[LordLuck]

Drake shivered when she had first touched him. Her hands were so, so soft. Her scent so enthralling and exotic that he was completely taken by her feminine perfume. Her caresses were unearthly, and he closed his eyes at her touch - and then, it was over, as she walked away from him.

"I have... never... Valen.", he told her, truthfully. Of what use could be a simpleton's lies before such a powerful Witch? Wishing not to enrage his hostess, Drake took upon the mug, and drank upon it three long sips.

 

[NekoMata]

"How...interesting..." she said softly her violet eyes smoldering slightly.

She took a deep drink of her beer as well. Sitting the cup down on the table she smiled softly. She ran her fingers through her red hair and considered him once again. She was a very powerful witch, a simple spell and she couldbhave had him wrapped around her finger. But she preferred a more direct approach.

"Well then, I suppose we'll just have to change that." she said with a smile.

 

[LordLuck]

"Yes..."

The words escaped through his lips as his eyes glittered in longing. He had never guessed that the Witch had caught such a feeling, such an attraction to him. And truth be told, he had felt it for her luscious lips, her heavy breasts... her gorgeous body and auburn hair.

"Yes...", He stared at her eyes, with desire in then - and he knew that she read it.