A moment passed as Typhen looked into the young woman's eyes. There was something missing here, a spark that seemed to be lacking. She was there, but it was if a fog was keeping her from him. As much as he desired her form, he could not seem to reach the part he truly desired. He drew closer to her face. He was loud, he was angry, he was not pleased.<br/><br/>He waited until she finished eating. In the distance the rolling mountain hillsides echoed with the sounds of howling wolves, and direbeasts. The night was alive with predators and prey, as the wilds were not a place for men at night.<br/><br/>"Do you not understand? You are not my property. You must resist me, if you don't you'll be taken from me, and I'll be tried as a slaver." He said pleadingly. Her eyes seemed to desire him in a way that he did not wish to behave. He was no master, he was barely in charge of himself, she asked for a person that did not exist.<br/><br/>He grasped her by her arm, pulling her against him. "Is there no fight in you? Do you have nothing of the fire in your soul? Can you not summon the anger?"<br/><br/><i>You are not mine, I did not buy you, I did not earn you. I protect you because I swore I would- I am not... I cannot-</i>Leaning forward he pressed his lips tightly to hers. It was difficult to enjoy this kiss, it felt like stealing, like taking what wasn't his. But perhaps it was the only way... Pulling her from her feet he threw himself on top of her, using his weight to hold her down. Locking her hands with his, he spoke to her, urging some part of her to awaken, to show a sign that she was not some broken thing.<br/><br/>"Those are not mine to possess, your body is your own, same as your mind." He said solemnly. Was she truly empty of anything save compliance and meek acceptance. For a second he allowed himself to enjoy the dominance over her, to feel the power of truly owning another person, as the warmth of her body and the scent of her washed over him. Finally, he thrust himself away, relenting his grip and rolling off of her, and lay prone, staring up at the stars.<br/><br/>"It will never work..." He mused aloud dejectedly. "I am not your 'master', it is not within me to own another. Do not ask me to." He begged. Among his people, slavery wasn't accepted, for every Wanderer was his or her own, and would die rather then be chained, or owned.<br/><br/>"-and you cannot behave as something you are not. Asking you to be wild would be like asking the night sky to not  be mysterious and dark, or asking the wolves to dull their fangs." He said lamenting her lack of agency.<br/><br/>He needed a new plan, because taking her to his people like this, would see him face judgment, and her to be put to death.