<span style="color: #0040BF">(Note: Levainlain is pronounced "Leven'len.")</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">Levainlain stood still and stared at the snowy-haired creature which had emerged from the underbrush, not assessing him, but, rather, blankly observing with a pensive expression of wonder. He had seen many an interesting individual within this woodland, but he had never in his days seen something quite like this. Silently, he called a wisp and sent it forth to call to his aide Lominvorn, a companion and advisor to him, a demonic entity who took the form of a fox and whom he had trusted enough to become quite close to. He descended slowly from his post and tracked behind the new-come creature at a distance, not wanting to lose him while awaiting Lominvorn's presence. He had fallen a long distance behind his quarry and was quickening his pace to clear the span when he felt something unanticipated brush up against his leg. He leapt aside, landing on a fallen branch with a loud crack, and hoped that the white-haired boy-creature was far enough away to not have noticed. <br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://shadowness.com/file/item9/274870/image_t6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>     "Hello," purred Lominvorn from Levenlain's former position on the pathway on which he had just walked, though whether anyone else would consider it a pathway he could not attest. "You called?"<br/><br/>     "For the Queen's sake, Echoing One of Darkness, you startle me."<br/><br/>     "As I can see," the creature's quiet voice came, like wind rustled over it and swirled to meet his sharp ears. <br/><br/>     "And what is it that you desired?" <br/><br/>     "You might have noticed our visitor--"<br/><br/>     "Incubus."<br/><br/>     "What?" He sported a puzzled look on his face. <br/><br/>     "You know, male sex demon. Just as conniving as you, and thrice as skilled."<br/><br/>     "Ah." The elf tilted his pointed ears back ever-so-slightly in mock offence but smiled to himself at the thought of any creature being as manipulative as one of the Fair Folk.<br/><br/>     "If that smile has anything to do with his species--"<br/><br/>     "Nothing of the sort!"<br/><br/>     "--I would not suggest it. They are dangerous creatures, even to you, Wild One." <br/><br/>     "I had considered nothing of the sort! But even if I had, I would like to see the day that he has it over on an elf." He stepped forward and tripped over the branch which he had landed on, snapping it into further pieces. He just managed to catch himself and avoided falling to his face, which he had become good at due that he had always been ungraceful compared to the others of his kind. He cringed, realising that anything with decent hearing within a quarter-mile radius could hear him. He now hoped that the demon-boy-creature had managed a decent distance ahead of him, else he might find himself being the tracked rather than the tracker.</span>