Raise your hand if your human[Kyra]

[Clyde Sullins]

He took another sip of his ale. He probably would not get further than this first one. He was not exactly a heavy drinker. And he did not want to imagine what he might do drunk... With his reimancy, well he was volatile enough as it was. Clyde smiled back, as she made her comment teasingly, of him being a master, and of the type he would be. Honestly, he was not certain himself. "A strict master? I don't know... As I said, I think it would depend on the kelvic... At times I can be strict... But I can also be understanding... As long as they work with me, not against, I think I would be lenient." Putting out his hand, he took hers in his, and stroked one finger across the back of her hand. "Definitely a female... Much easier on the eyes, than a rough man. Though perhaps I am a bit biased on that, as I am a man. Though why do you ask, are you perhaps interested in me in that position? That might be interesting..." Her next question was a lot harder, what kind of person did he like? That was a tricky one... "Well, that is a bit hard to say, as so many people are fake, and do not show who they really are... Definitely someone who is not fake, and pretends to be something they are not... And perhaps since I am a mage, I prefer people that are not one. I find it a bit hard, to trust other mages. They are often vying for power, and you are left wondering which one of you is stronger... Which can strain any relationship... One mage is enough." He was sad to hear that a friend of hers, a good friend, which was something so hard to find, had died and was the reason for her being alone. He patted the chair next to him, a understanding look on his face. "Come, why don't you sit next to me. I am sorry to hear you lost your friend. I hope I can help keep you company, in there absence. It is not easy to be alone, after a loss. Had you known them long?"

[Kyra]

Kyra watched him as he drank more of the ale, she didn't take to it at all, and wondered why he liked it so. Looking around, she noticed that more people had come in, and the small pockets of space that were bare when they arrived, no longer existed. The barmaid was working faster now to serve the new comers, and Kyra couldn't help but to watch, as the woman sped back and forth across the floor.

Once Clyde spoke again, he brought her attention back to the table, and she leaned in a bit and pushed her mug closer to his side of the table. Perhaps he was still thirsty, although she couldn't tell if he had finished his or not. She giggled, and wrapped her tongue around her fangs again, finding his answer humerus. "Now who would want to go against you Clyde Sullins?"

When he reached out and took her hand, and gently caressed it with his finger, she glanced down and back up again to look at him. "Do you like the feel of my skin?" She allowed him to finish, and just as she expected he had a preference for women, as they were easier on the eyes. She supposed that he was right, although there was something about the human appearance that she found striking in difference forms, whether it be male or female.

Resting her back against the seat again, she pulled her silver locks over her shoulder, as if she were about to band them into a ponytail as he continued. They were well into personal questions and while she didn't have secrets, she imagined that he might. But the question was of a different sort, as he sought to find out if she was interested in him. "You are a very interesting man, in many ways." She said no more, allowing him to pull from it what he wanted, or perhaps ask a more direct question if he saw fit to do so.

Reaching the subject of the kind of people that he liked, she found herself a bit confused. His answer wasn't direct in any fashion, and the term fake wasn't one she associated with people. Kyra tilted her head a bit as she looked to him, her lips parted just a tad. He spoke of people pretending to be something that they were not. That in fact, was something that she saw Marcelo do on occasion, but she wasn't completely sure if that was what he meant. Something else that was of interest was the fact that he did not trust mages, people like himself. She was curious of this, and why he couldn't trust people, who were all in all much like himself. "So all mages want this power? Or is it only those like you?"

Clyde was coming around more it would seem, as he invited her to sit next to him. She was a bit confused at first when he started to pat the chair, and it wasn't until he spoke that she realized exacted what he was doing. Kyra uncrossed her legs and stood up, taking a moment to look him over again before she walked over and sat down next to him. Sitting beside him, she pressed her back against the chair, and crossed her legs as she had done in the other chair. " I suppose that I did, or maybe I didn't. We traveled some, but then some days seemed to carry longer, and others within moments." Kyra turned to face him, her head lifted a bit to find his eyes. "Have you ever noticed this?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Who would indeed want to go against him? "No one to bright. Or someone who takes things at face value, and assumes I am weak and defenseless. You would be surprised at the number of people who do, just because I am not musclebound, and carrying around a sword. Of course they don't know I have something at my disposal much deadlier than a sword, like you know." She did have nice skin... It was soft and smooth... She certainly was attractive enough... He could not help being enticed by her beauty. Or the prospect of what they might do together... He wondered if her wild nature, carried over to how she acted in bed... "It is pleasant enough... I would not mind seeing more of it... Or you in general..." "As for mages... Well to much of that in one group, is going to end with you butting heads. Better for me to be the only mage around, so I don't have to compete on that front. When mages argue and dont get along, it can go bad fast. So I prefer those without skills in djed. They also tend to be a bit more steady. Sometimes people who work magic, can be a bit unsteady. Not all, but some. Though that is not to say I am not looking to gain more power through my magic... It is only I already have a good bit, so am not like those upstarts who get themselves killed trying to push themselves to far. I know caution." As she moved to sit next to him, he held his hand over to hers, letting there hands brush each other, and letting her take his hand if she wanted to. It was also nice, to have her a bit closer. His ale sat forgotten, maybe 2/3 drank. "Yes, I have noticed that... How sometimes a day can seem over in a flash, and others drag on endlessly. They usually say good company, action, and fun, make time fly by fast. It usually seems to go a bit faster, when I am with you."

[Kyra]

She knew all to well of the power he possessed, and how he could, without using conventional weaponry cause just as much damage if not more. It had been an impressive sight, and although she had asked him for more, he held back and ended her fun for that moment. At first glance she didn't take him for being weak, she knew that humans of all sizes could be dangerous, and with his dog he was somewhat guarded in the least.

Sitting next to him, and as he began rubbing his hand against hers, she could see just how much he enjoyed the feel of her skin. Kyra offered him a gentle smile and pulled her long, silver locks from her shoulders and let her hair fall behind her. It was easier now, to see her, and the pale skin at her neck, shoulders, and even the bust held firmly within her corset. With her legs crossed, she placed one hand to rest on her thigh, and placed the other with her palm turned up in case he wanted to take it. He did enjoy holding her hand a lot.

She stared at him, a mischievous grin growing across her lips as she leaned in closer. "Do you really enjoy my company so much? You have only seen me a few days, does that mean that the rest of your time is boring?" Her question was more of a tease, but she was curious to know what he did when he wasn't burning trees or people. Time had pasted since last they met and the young man had to have done something. Her own days hadn't been overly exciting but eventful. "I suppose our time has been short, but you had to leave, yes?"

He seemed busy enough, and always with some sort of purpose in mind. He had mentioned before that he looked to gain more power, and she assumed that was what he wanted most out of his life, or at least was a strong goal. In her own way she also wanted power, or the means to protect those she cared for and to avenge those that she couldn't save. Sadly for her, she was alone in the world and left without guidance, which made the task even more difficult. Kyra looked to him again and the robes that he wore, for a person who liked skin, he didn't show much of his own. "You like these robes a lot, are they comfortable?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde could not help his eyes darting over, as she drew back her hair. The sudden explosion of skin, so easily visible, drawing his attention. Her pale shoulders, neck, and even a hint of bust, held in check within her corset. So teasingly... Could not help the sudden arousal in his loins, and his desire to sweep her within his arms, and abscond with her. A bit silly of a thought really. He did take her hand in hers, happy at the closeness, the feel of her skin on his own. "I suppose I do enjoy your company... You are a tease aren't you? So discrete at it though. And I like them well enough. Usually when I picture a mage, I think of one wearing robes. So perhaps that is why I wear them... But what of you, do you enjoy my company? " Saying that, he leaned over before she could answer, and gave a light peck on the cheek. And if she did not pull away or give some other sign of not liking it, he would lean in, and wrap one arm around behind her, hooking her in and pulling her closer up to his side, and leaning around give her a kiss directly on the lips. A grin on his face. "So, do you enjoy my company or not?"

[Kyra]

Kyra could feel his eyes moving over her, as if he were sketching her shapely form into his mind bit by bit. He took her hand again, placing it into his own, and she was slightly amused at how his hand completely engulfed hers. His hand had a softness of it's own, a smoothness, unlike that of those who worked with iron and steel. He was warm, and she felt a sort of moistness in his palm.

She was taken aback when he accused her of being a tease, she had heard that term before but couldn't readily bring to mind what it meant. She recalled moments ago when he spoke of fake people. Kyra hadn't understood that phrase either and only looked at him curiously. Whether he missed the confused look on her face, as his eyes seem to have wondered below her chin, or if he just chose not to explain, she didn't know.

She giggled at his next question as he asked more of her. This was a different side to him, very different from the man she had fought beside those nights ago in the wildlands. But before she was able to answer him, he had leaned in and gently kissed her cheek. She didn't turn away, only sat still, feeling the warmth of his breath against her face. Kyra turned to look at him, and as she did, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, his lips gently pressing against hers.

She allowed him to take her, easily leaning into his arm, parting her lips a bit to give him more control. Her eyes still open, she stared closely at his features, and brought her lips together as she bit his lower lip. She pulled away as he did, and settled back into her seat, placing both of her hands into her lap. Her golden eyes poured into him once more as she brought her tongue to lick at her feline fangs. "If I didn't we'd look rather silly wouldn't we?"

She liked him enough, but she was still wary. He was much more powerful than she was and knew more of the world as well. Kyra was not looking to be a puppet again, a slave. She knew the happiness that freedom offered while in the loving arms of another. While she longed to find that again, she had to be careful. After all, the world was filled with predators.

[Clyde Sullins]

Suddenly Clyde became a bit nervous, recalling to the burns on his face, he had suffered so long ago. The long and painful story connected to them... The fact that she was looking at him, made him even more nervous and self conscious of his ugliness. He did indeed miss the confused look on her face at his words, not having been looking at her face at the time. Partially because he was ravishing her with his eyes, and partially because his sudden self consciousness made him not want to look her in the face. Still having one arm draped around behind her, encircling her waist, he nervously played with the handle of his mug with the other, trying to find something for it to do. He closed his eyes as they kissed, a bit surprised by her returning the force, and leaning into the kiss. His eyes did open in sudden surprise, as she playfully, and not painfully, bit his lower lip. He had never had a girl do that before. As they parted, he tried to discretely move about and readjust his legs and lower half, as things had suddenly gotten a bit uncomfortably tight, and tried to reposition himself. He did his best to play it off discretely, as if he was just shifting his legs, but would likely fail and be rather obvious in his reasons for the movement. Nervous once more, Clyde purposely looked away, and did not look her in the face with his next words. To self conscious at the moment. "Well, if you were interested in my being your partner... Well... I think I might be a good one. I would not think of you as a slave certainly. Would not force you to do something you were against. Would simply want us to be on the same page. Someone I could trust was on my side." Clyde looked back at her, wondering on how she would respond to his offer... How serious she would even take it... Though really, it was a serious offer... But when he did look back, he could not help getting distracted once more, and leaned in giving her another kiss. "And in return I would be on your side, and look out for you." Saying that, he squeezed his arm still wrapped around her waist, and then pulled her into another kiss, before looking up expectantly, waiting for an answer.

[Kyra]

Kyra watched Clyde's reaction and was amused at how he seemed surprised by what she did. She wasn't attempting to be seductive or suggestive in any way, and it was he who first leaned in to kiss her. It was only natural for her to behave as she did, being that her attraction was growing from the power he willed, to the man himself.

She could see the redness in his cheeks and noticed the way he fiddled with the mug, even repositioning himself to hide his excitement. Even so, she didn't need to see anything to know what was going on. If the mage had any idea of how his face had changed after their lips parted he might have tried to hide it more. It was obvious that he had fallen for the young kelvic and fast. "Are you alright Cyle Sullins? You must have kissed before, yes?"

He did surprise her when he asked if she wanted him as a partner. It was a very serious question and something even she wouldn't take lightly. Kyra looked away from him, her golden eyes flickered in the light as they browsed the room for nothing in particular. She didn't enjoy living alone as much anymore, and found her bed rather cold. Clyde was an interesting man, and that interest grew the more she saw him, but still...there was something else.

However, before she was able to finish her thoughts, or even complete one, he had drew her in a second time and kissed her again. She didn't pull away and parted her lips as she had done before, but without the gentle bite. She could feel the slight tremble in his arm as he pressed his lips against hers for the second time. He was nervous and it made her feel uncertain. The question was a simple one, and yet it could affect them both, more so then either of them knew.

Kyra stared at him, her mischievous, and seductive nature aside. Maybe it was because she had been alone, or perhaps his power that she couldn't resist; but she enjoyed his company and sought more of it. If she were right about him, it could work out well, but what if he was wrong about her? Again Kyra felt his lips against hers, and as he took her in deeper, she bit his lip again only harder this time.

She settled back into her seat again, her eyes focused on his as she stared at him intensely. Kyra tilted her head just a bit, a wicked, or possibly innocent smile forming upon her full lips. "Are you sure that is what you want Clyde Sullins? A bond is not something to be taken lightly?" She leaned back into her seat again, arching her back so that the light in the room covered more of her flesh, and reached a hand down to lift her skirt up so that the pale skin at her thighs were visible. "Or is it something else that you desire?"

She stared at him harder, the intensity in her eyes poured into him, and she brought her arms to rest limp at her sides. "Be warned Clyde Sullins, every human that I have become close to, has died...Do you care for me so much, that you would risk your own life?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde squirmed a bit more. Kyra had an uncanny thing about her, of asking the question that would make Clyde the most awkward and embarrassed. Really, she had to be doing it on purpose. It could not possibly be by chance. He was not aware of how flushed his face had become, or how clearly he was showing his embarrassed nature. "YES! I certainly have kissed someone before... I just... Was surprised at you biting me. No one has done that before. I am not exactly that experienced in the romance department. Call it a lack in my education." She certainly was a rough one, and seemed to like being rough. Whether it was in a fight, enjoying killing and fighting someone, or romantically, enjoying biting, she did enjoy being rough and inflicting pain. Though this pain was obviously more of a playful thing. Though Clyde did wonder why some people enjoyed that. It did not hurt him so badly that he would complain. He even managed to hide it the second time she bit his lip, this time even harder, as he was expecting it. But he did not get, why some people apparently enjoyed the pain. But he was not going to complain, if Kyra seemed to enjoy it. Breaking from the kiss, Clyde waited for her response. However, he was not expecting the response she gave. Lifting up her skirt suddenly, and showing more leg flesh, all the way to her pale thighs, previously discretely hidden. He flushed once more, feeling things shift once more down below, as he was physically excited even more by her. "I... I would not have offered it if it was not what I wanted. As I said, I of all people need someone I can trust, someone I know will watch my back, and for my well being. Even as I do the same for them. And I can think of no one I would want to have this bond with more, than I do with you." Glancing down at her exposed legs, Clyde let out a small cough, and forced himself to tear away his eyes... To fight the urge to drag her off and have his way with her. Not to mention trying to force himself to stop trying to find out, what kind of underwear she wore... Which a part of his mind was keen to remind him was almost within sight... Assuming she wore any... Oh that REALLY did not help... "Perhaps some of both. Does wanting one, mean I cannot have the other also? Does being partners, mean we cannot be intimate? Or the other way around? I will admit I do like you physically... But it is more to it than just that." Clydes empty hand had been reaching out, almost touching her bare thigh, but he forced it back, returning his eyes to her face. "As for risking my life, by being with you... Well, I am not to worried. It simply means we both need to get stronger, and then it wont be an issue. There will be nothing for us to fear then. And I am already pretty strong. I am not so easy to kill."

[Kyra]

"Do you feel this trust in me?" Kyra mused as she stared at him, even more so when he would turn away from her. The change in him was sudden, and left her in awe of the effect she had on him. Had it been so long ago when they first met in the Wildlands? When they were strangers, and his eyes stared upon her indifferently. His stare was always focused and intense, and now those same eyes darted about the room. "I am not very strong, but I can do those things for you."

"A bond can be anything that you wish, whatever your heart desires. Like your own human relationships I believe." Even so, it was clear what his mind was thinking of, what he craved most at that moment. The young kelvic sat poised, her supple skin within view and her being submissive.

Kyra giggled as she watched him become even more uncomfortable seeing her exposed legs. She found his nervous look an stammering of words to be entertaining in the least. Moving her hands back to her lap, she pinched the thin fabric in her skirt and pushed it to cover her thighs again, she paused momentarily as the cloth reached her knees, and waited to see if he would object before she covered them as well. "You are very strong Clyde Sullins, that much I am sure of. I only hope that you are right."

Clyde was no doubt one of the most powerful men that she had ever met. But was even he strong enough to face a God? She started to wonder, over the many seasons. Of all the blood shed and chaos that made up the fragile and hollow portions of her life. An angry God possibly, enacting vengeance upon a naive kelvic for some unknown crime? She didn't understand, however she was aware of what a curse was, and this was as close as she'd ever seen. She could be mistaken, Kyra bore no burns or scars to suggest this, it was only a feeling. A nagging of sorts, that came and went with the days long enough for her to remember she even had the thought. "You seem to be a man without fear, some may call that foolish."

She agreed with him, and knew his words to hold truth. She wanted to be stronger, needed to learn to hold her own against even the toughest of enemies. There were still things she had to do, things left unfinished. It would seem a lifetime ago, an untouchable nightmare that she could never hope to overcome. But, with Clyde perhaps it was possible. "If your heart truly desires me, I will not turn you away."