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When a roaming Gypsy tribe leaves one of their own behind, it's quite uncommon. So when Raisa duFern found himself wandering alone in the middle of a large forest, headding for the road, the jade-eyed Romani was cussing up a storm in his own native tongue. He was a strange thing, mostly Human, were it not for the fact that something in his lineage had him aging a lot slower. Looking only sixteen or so, Raisa was actually of the nice age of twenty three. Right now though, it was all about getting the HELL out of this forest, and back to his caravan...which could take quite some time. This did NOT feel right.

Seph:
And not all was right...there was a visitor to this forest, though he was one that quite enjoyed this place. He'd gone for a ride this far, which was actually quite far afield from his usual run. Ayrvette had had more than an inkling to come to this place....it was like instinct, and even being a nobleman, he was still a demon, and they knew to follow their...'hunches'. Slowing his horse, well it should have been a horse but was more like a demonic creature itself, down to a slow walk. He thought he'd heard something...ah, it was a something. A cheshire-like grin curled lips upwards, baring fangs below dark eyes...sounded like someone was having a bad day, and he was ever one to take advantage of the situation.

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When he tripped over a root, falling face first into the dirt, he cursed even more loudly, his tan skin slightly tainted with dirt, and marred with redness as his cheek scraped on bark, "Dammit..." Standing, his thin form clad only in a bright teal vest, and a pair of bright indigo pants, the dark haired, jade eyed gypsy moved over towards a clearing until he saw......a demonic creature, with an obviously inhuman rider. Freezing, those eyes defiant and his body tensing, Raisa waited one, two moments and ran. He had to get ******** heard stories of what Demons would do if they caught you wandering alone. And he wouldn't be a part of that.

Seph:
Sadly, quite a few of those stories were persistently true. And now, the other had caught his interest...that bright flash of color had appeared fleetingly in those darkened eyes, and he laughed softly. Ah, a youngling...they were always foolish. Well, let's see what we were pursuing, eh? Pressing spurs to his mount's sides, he urged him into a canter. Oh he'd catch up with the brat, and when he did, he was going to find out if he was any good for...oh well, anything. Gypsy by the looks of him, they tended to create lovely, wide-eyed children...and it was something Ayrvette didn't have in his little collection yet. That was, if this one lived up to his standards.


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He could hear that horse coming after him, and fear sped his feet. Mother be damned if he was going to allow this man to catch him. Quickly thinking, the Gypsy climbed, rather flexibly, up into a tree. Fingers clinging to branches, he got to a height where the rider couldn't touch him from Horseback, but he could still watch the other, and figure out just what he was up against. He, himself, was small, petite, and quite lovely, especially with long lashes, and a childish face that hid the true strength that the young Gypsy had within him.

Seph:
And Ayrvette allowed the horse to slow then, knowing full well where his prey had gone. Even if he couldn't see him...the demon could smell him, as could the horse-like creature...a trained hunter, actually, that Ayrvette had hand-fed as a foal. The creature came to a stop beneath that tree, and the demon slowly looked up, peering into the branches with a faint little smile. "You've yet to master shape-shifting, little one, you do not blend in so very well with the flora. I would suggest you come down..." There was a purr of insistence there that hinted bad things might happen if Raisa did not indulge him.

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Raisa hissed dangerously, his eyes narrowing down at the demon below. Pressing himself against the branches, he snapped in his own language first. rattling off a slew of curses that would make a mother, more than likely, scrub his mouth out with soap. Then, came the common tongue. The one the man spoke, "Be gone, Demon. I'm not coming down from my spot. I'm not a fool." The insistence of the phrase before he spoke was lost on the headstrong Gypsy. He believed himself capable of handling this....somehow.

Seph:
Well of course he wouldn't...a bird would no sooner fly into a wolf's mouth. And this one seemed to have quite the trill on him. Hnnn. Smirking, Ayrvette shrugged broad shoulders. "As you will..." He murmured, raising a hand and with a few elegant gestures, swirling golden light wreathed itself about the young Gypsy, rather effectively tugging him from his perch and lowering him down from the tree...right onto the demon's lap, as things would have it. Ayrvette hated to have to pick things up off of the floor.

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Raisa's eyes widened as he was grabbed by some sort of Magick, and yanked from his perch. Yelling out and cursing again, he struggled, up until he was dropped....right into the demon's lap. His face turned red, and he struggled against the other. Obscenities passed his lips, and he started flailing his fists at the other, "Let me down! I have other things to do, Demon, and I don't intend to stick around with YOU."

Seph:
The lordling sighed at the rather ineffective flailing, a hefty roll of luminous eyes occured as he secured Raisa to him with one strong arm firmly about that lithe midsection. "Now, child...I daresay I'll have to insist that you rethink your itinerary." There was a bit of a purr at that, "You're naught but a stray, whilst I am an important man with things to do. Priorities, my pet, priorities." Clucking his tongue, he nudged the hellhorse forward with a tap of heels, and the creature huffed as it did his bidding breaking into an almost eerily smooth trot.


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He struggled still, a bit horrified as he realized that he was being taken away, "I don't care who you are, Demon! I want to go home!" Even if he didn't know where the caravan was...he would rather be finding them than getting carted off by some damn demon. "I am not your PET....Or a stray." He snarled, strugling still. The feeling of Ayrvette's arm about his waist was rather unnerving...