"Stop!" Isolde called, purposefully following after him. " I am yours. I must go with you."<br/><br/>Lord Marius gave her a cold smile, and fiddled with his sword hilt.<br/><br/>Isolde came along side him, brushing that glossy mane from her face. "We are bound, you and I. There isn't much that either of us can do about it."<br/><br/>He turned to go once more.<br/><br/>"Wait. Where are you going?" Isolde fell in step beside him. They paced the length of the road that led to the main trek. Out through the gates and the sentinel statues, out into the deepening gloom. She had little trouble keeping up with him, despite his long strides.<br/><br/>Marius stopped once and snarled at her, fangs extended. Isolde stood her ground and on impulse touched one gently. He froze and looked at her with intense interest.<br/><br/>"What are you?" he asked.<br/><br/>"A witch." she answered, simply.