Verita struggled in her bonds and fought back her tears of the minor lacerations Razor had caused. Her breasts bare and nakes against the cold harsh wintermorning without the warmth of the oily substance the pixies had been rubbing into her. She could feel her strengths return as she wriggled her luscious hips free from the woods surrounding her so closely. Her female dew still resting upon her sensitive lips she could feel a shame taking over her that had to be shaken off for what needed to be done. She knew Razor had saved her upon feeling the twigs finally break from her wrists. Despite the small wounds caused she fought her upper body free and hung from a free branch as she witnessed the crazed and shocked pixies retreat from the crowns of leaves. They were fleeing in large numbers, causing a vortex downwards between the trees following the strange sound of a powerful voice that gave the young girl chills upon her spine. She did not know what was down there, but it had frightened the pixies in their deepest core, summoning each other for a last flight or fight against the unknown on the ground.<br/><br/>With a fearful look towards the possessed Donchen she ripped both her hands free from all the remaining forestbits that had struggled around her skin to remain alive. Her lips suddenly started mumble words of the old tales, rapid sounds of days gone past leave her lips as magic surges from her deepest core into the tips of her hand. She trusted Razor to catch her when she falls, she had not known him for a long time, nor did she know if he would recognise the words to be beyond her power, but she had to save the Vulpari. With her final enchantments the light of her energy leaves her hands in shooting stars towards the body of the small fox-man. He became surrounded by the bright white strings until it penetrated his ears and forcibly forced the fighting pixie from his brains.<br/><br/>The screaming little thing stood up a fight, and the more she struggled against Verita's powers, the more she drained the young girls life-energy. Verita did not know if she could win the fight against the powerful little creature, but luck was on her side. With a loud banging thump, the trees upon they rested started to bend towards the earth. They were finally giving in to the violent magic and severe damage caused, the weight and pantry of the crazed Ramen had taken its toll. Verita lost consciousness between the trees when the pixie finally turned to dust inside of Donchen brain, giving him his free will back on a moment he needed to save his life by climbing through the forest into safety.<br/><br/>On the ground the vortex of red and yellow coloured miniature Amazons were forming a cloud before the dark ashen elf, until they all started to hum in a choir of entrancing voices.<br/><i><span style="color: Green"><br/>
''Fear is self-preservation oh ashen one that beard the scent of our precious one. Why pluck our lights, why eat our stars when you could stand and fight, on a side of ours? We do not cage what cannot be bound, but we collect what we've rightfully found. Let us surprise and let us serve you great, that you can feast upon our mates? After power drained there will be our offer, oh god of prowess, ashen one of suffer.''</span></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>