Isalisk's pleas did not fall on deaf ears, his brow furrowing as he continued to fumble with each binding, and on some simply tearing them off in a hurry. His gaze narrowed as her voice carried more fear and confusion that only stung his heart deeply from his actions. He knew, somewhere inside that there was no choice, but his primal need, his desire to be with her was his -strongest-, most powerful defense he had. The armor falling to the ground didn't bring hesitation to his next step, though the light hold on his wrist did. He'd pause, looking down at her smaller hand that glittered beautifully in the pale light, only to find himself pinning it to the tree above her head. Releasing her neck, he'd continue his work, nearly tearing off the thin clothing though it having been saved for the most part, leaving her in but her lower silks and bandages.<br/><br/>Her warmth, the strength of her very soul was felt even beneath his armor, and while keeping her held there, he moved to his own plating, each piece falling off rapidly as he nearly ripped it off his form. His stern look was unblinking as he looked into her beautiful, silver eyes, almost siilar to the look he gave when he felt compelled to protect her. He had kept one gauntlet and the scaled plates that crawled up his arm to his shoulder pad that remained strapped on continuing  to pin the maiden,  not having the patience to remove it as he tore off his tunic with a deep growl.<br/><br/>His form pressed firmly against hers, his bare chest against the thin bandages as he leaned in to the crevice between her neck and shoulder, his lips parting as he pressed them firmly against her supple flesh, kissing up and along her neck before he inhaled deeply to take in her scent. With another, angered growl he'd pick her up into his arms only to step beneath the tree, roughly placing her into the grass with him hovering on top.  For a moment, he simply stared into her eyes, a faint sorrow barely visible behind his violet hues before he'd grasp her chest bandages with his clawed gauntlets, tearing them off. His other hand would grasp her knee, forcefully spreading her thighs to allow his gauntlet to deliver the same fate to her delicate silks, leaving her fully exposed.