The Fae world lay a hairsbreadth away, separated from the waking world by a thin veil. A parallel realm of shadow perfectly mirroring the plane of the living. The beings who dwelled here were older than words--eldritch essences too complex and intricate for the human mind to fathom. Men gave them names to tame their identities--spirits, demons, gods, faerie. Yet, the dreaming world's diversity is not dictated by the understanding of man but by its perchance to dream and desire. Their thoughts so potent that they spring forth life into the dreaming world, bringing about miracles or grand calamities borne from sheer will.<br/><br/>All man once had the ability to peer past the veil, to reach out and commune with that which had drunk deeply from the umbric aether of life. But the ability was lost over time, as those minds of fickle men soon forgot. Blinded by pride and their hubris, men turned away from the old ways--marking all connected to the aether as unholy. Still, even as apostates are rounded up and imprisoned, and lines of deep magic are erased--still there remains those<i>chosen</i>few who act as doorways to the dreaming ones. People with such sheer force of will and desire that they break open the veil--tear it down hand over hand and pull forth their visions, transforming them into reality.<br/><br/>But just as dreams are borne from the aether, so are nightmares--and sometimes the line is so blurred between the two, something else entirely is borne. This is what Ferrox tugged forth as he lashed out in blind fury and hatred, reaching into the darkness--clasping at the tugging feeling at the back of his crown.<br/><br/>That '<i>desire</i>' had always been there. From the very day he had been born, like a parasite, it had entered into this world with him, clinging to the rear of every thought and every impulse. Each slight he felt, each moment of agony or angst-<i>-that 'desire' had been there.</i>It had been there on the day he had gotten his ear notched, and on the day he had had half his mouth carved into a perpetual grin. It grew each time he gave into those powerful throes of emotion. Gorging itself each time he raged or trembled inside--and most of all, each time he '<i>desired</i>.' After all, what is<i>will </i>if not a<i>powerful driving want</i>.<br/><br/>Most humans touched by the unseen world become powerful magic users who bind and develop their abilities by forming pacts with familiars who take a form mirroring their creator's soul. It was the same with most warlocks and mages--that tugging feeling like one's mind is connected by an intangible thread to something great and looming, unseen by the naked eye. Ferrox's should have been the same as the others, and maybe with time and proper training, he would have pulled forth a familiar capable of containing his terrible and awesome power. Instead--in his state of pure wrath, he broke the seal on his 'desire,' bringing forth an anomaly amongst spirits and man alike. It was a creature that was not a god, yet god-like and all at once devilish and unearthly in its rapturous torturous beauty.<br/><br/>Thrune's<i>desire</i>was borne into the world not with a roll of ominous thunder or the reddening of the skies, but with the pulse of a heartbeat that echoed out across the waking world--stirring it all at once. The natural world recognized the anomaly, and time itself ground to a halt as it tried to actively reject the arrival of this new unspeakable being. However, it was too late. She was already there—all too eager to meet the realm of the living--to taste all of its sinful delights.<br/><br/>An ancient being that had once been formless and genderless--woven out of the chaotic intricacies of the unknown depths of the fae realm, but now she had a physical form. Shaped and molded by years of leeching off of every driving impulse Ferrox had ever had during his young life, and the youthful brute had done a good job of feeding her. Allowing this shadowy queen to ripen and plumpen--luxuriously maintained by every insidious emotion or moment of weakness.<br/><br/>Yet--she couldn't fully cross over yet. Like an invisible collar around her throat, she hadn't been welcomed. A pact needed to be formed, and thus time would stand still as this being lingered between worlds. Even so, Ferrox could still see and certainly hear her as she rose and materialized from the crown of his head with the gentlest breeze stirring the nape of the barbarian's neck. Then the caress of elegant slender fingers across his notched ear would alert him to her presence there in the cell with him.<br/><br/><i>"Hello, my love--you beckoned?"</i>A soft and sultry tone crooned against the shell of his ear. Feminine fingers traced down his jawline. "In a bit of trouble, dear?"<br/><br/>A breathy chuckle sent a ripple of breath over his fair skin. Then finally stepping out from behind the nomadic young man, she revealed herself. She would have been a woman of average height had it not been for the pair of undulating horns spiraling from the sides of her head like an ominous crown, but it was not her horns that were the most eye-catching aspect of this mysterious and sensual creature.<br/><br/>She was buxom with a tiny waist that flared out into the exaggerated and dangerous curves of her pillowy thighs and generous bosom. Skin as creamy as alabaster--kissed with a dusting of cherry freckles along the sumptuous skin of her perfectly round hips and atop her breasts that sat nearly pouring out of an overworked bralet.<br/><br/>Dressed in a scintillating fashion. The being arrived draped in black lace and chiffon that tumbled down her wide healthy hips and pooled between the snug valley of her plush thighs. A corset cinched the flowing fabric around her narrowed waist, rising just under her bust to hold the hefty globes aloft.  She strode across the floor of the cell on dark leather boots that rose to the swell of her shapely calves.<br/><br/>Buckles and straps of black leather adorned her thick legs, tantalizingly restricting some of the flesh between each harness. She tossed a long flowing length of blood-colored hair and turned to Ferrox, smiling through sensuous void-colored lips. Her eyes were that of silver, and their piercing nature was further highlighted by the shadow of dark smoke smudged onto her milky skin, enclosing and accentuating them.  Sharp ears, pierced and adorned with jewels, peeked out from under her extravagant mane of red that flowed past the round, supple curve of her voluptuous backside.<br/><br/>"Do you want to get out? I can help you with that-<i>-I can help you with so many things.</i>All you have to do is ask; I won't need much in return...<i> Just you</i>--<i>all I want is you.</i>" The temptress purred at Ferrox, pressing her back to the bars, and folding her arms behind herself like a chaste maiden, though much of her exposed flesh--from her hips to her bosom, spoke differently toward her true nature.<br/><br/>Plucking at the sheer black lace sleeved that decorated her arms and cinched about her neck. She glanced at him from the side of her eyes coyly. "Let's start small, hm? I can give you freedom, in return for a kiss..."<br/><br/>The dark beauty cooed at him, beckoning him forward. His will would move him, even if time stood still--if he truly wanted his freedom, he would move to claim his kiss and release not only himself but the mysterious creature who had been locked up within his mind for years. A pact sealed with a kiss--