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Ovaan rolled his eyes in the darkness, but, intrigued, stepped out into the light, finally holding the lamp steady. He stood in it's pool of light, examining her with a slightly cocked head. His eyes were a blood red in color now, matching the dominant color of the lantern at his side, which still, oddly, cast a golden light. The light of the lantern brought out his powerful physique and strong features. But despite his obvious muscle, there was an air of daintiness about him, refined by the green and brown fearie wings held tensely downward on his back, like a moth's. He was ready to take flight at any moment. Oddly-colored bangs framed his face, falling farther than the rest of his hair, all the way to his chest. On closer inspection it could be seen that these were not locks of hair, but antenna.

"There is no honor in attacking from behind." He said wisely as he examined her, his eyes running slowly from her feet up her figure to her eyes.

Though he sensed no threat from her, he remained tense.

The man cocked his head again. "Why are you here?" he asked. "Haven't you heard the stories? Are you foolish? Have you a deathwish? What is your name? Why are you travelling alone?" His curiousity had gotten the better of him. This woman intrigued him.

"Retrieve something?" Ovaan folded his arms, an eyebrow arching. The movement caused his lantern to swing, once again sending the mystifying shadows across the clearing. For a moment it was as though the man himself had disappeared. "That's a vague reply. How am I supposed to trust you on that?"

Ovaan tensed suddenly, his wings flaring and eyes changing abruptly to a dark blue. He looked around, as though listening to something only he could hear. "It comes..." he whispered to himself. He looked up at the woman who seemed to want to die so badly. "Fine. Have it your way. If you're dead before morning, don't blame me." And he turned to leave.

Ovaan jumped, not expecting her to grab him. He turned to face her warily. He was becoming more and more tense as time passed. He didn't have time to get her out now. Ag'helai would be angry. "It," he stressed. "Ag'helai. It comes." He was beginning to sound desperate, almost pleading. "You should never have come here. He'll be angry if he finds you." His eyes darted from hers all around them, rapidly changing to a deep purple. He was beginning to shake. He was torn between fleeing annd helping her. He didn't want her to die, but if Ag'helai caught him with her...

He cried out in surprise as she dragged him after her. "Wait!" He pulled her to a stop, digging his heels into the ground and flaring his wings, dragging her agaisnt him in his haste to stop her. "What do you think you're doing!?" He hissed, wrapping his arms around her to steady her and keep himself from toppling over.

Ovaan didn't release her. "How long have you been in Kiada? Since early morning, right? I thought so. There is no more path. Do you know which way you came from? No?" He turned her around, his hands still on her arms. "Admit it, you're lost."

Ovaan's mind was working doubletime. How to protect her..."Look. You can't outrun It. Stop being unreasonable and listen to me."