A slight, small smile spread across Tae'lo'ren's lips as Elariel entered the small cabin. It wasn't the sound of the creaking door or her soft footfalls that alerted him, but the disruption of the stillness. In his mind, he felt the disturbance of the air as the solid wood door moved inward and the gentle vibrations of Elariels elven feet padding on the floorboards. There was calmness in her steps, which allowed the hunter to remain in his meditative state. Soon, as his elven lover drew closer, he would become aware of the soft vibrations of her heart, the disruption of air around him from her slow, steady breathing, and a slow buildup of heat from her body as she sat next to him.<br/><br/>Elariel began to materialize vividly in Tae'lo'ren's mind, and his smile grew. He saw her radiant golden hair, her gleaming green eyes, he soft, smooth face, then the rest of her sensually curved body followed. He'd never realized, nor wanted to admit just how much she meant to the hunter, how much he cared for her. Truthfully, he was afraid to admit his affection for her simply because of the fact that he was a hunter, a loner, a drifter. It had been centuries since he'd shown true intimate affection for any female, and now that it was available to him he wanted to take it, to take Elariel, far away and try to hew a life of peace.<br/><br/>He couldn't, though, for he was, and always would be, a hunter. There were few that could hunt as Tae'lo'ren did, and far fewer still that had his knowledge of the Fel. Ironically, it was the Fel, the demonic beings that Tae'lo'ren was dedicated to destroying that had brought Elariel and himself together. He realized then that they were beings of momentary peace but lifelong action, that they were both, in their own way, meant for this life. Together.<br/><br/>His green-tinted golden eyes opened, fixing upon the alluring Elariel. He was still smiling as he turned to her, cupped her face and kissed her. He slowly and softly sucked at her lips, caressing her cheeks and neck with his fingers. Then it ended as fast as it started, and leaning back in a crouch was a very distraught hunter.<br/><br/>“I need to share something with you, Elariel, and I pray you do not despise me.” Reaching into one of many pockets in his clothing he produced the magical communication device and placed it in Elariel's hands. He knew she would discern it's purpose, but he had to tell her first. “This is a communication device between Aeo'leth and myself. It is also a portal generator. He and I spoke regarding Roe'nor and Neras and their intentions to share the information. Should they decide to disregard the counsel of you and the others, I will summon him and we will dispatch the two. Against all six of you we would die, but two on two of equal age, knowledge, and skill, I am certain Aeo'leth and myself would prevail.” Tae'lo'ren paused, searching Elariel's face, hoping she would not flail his flesh and rend his body with magic in response.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>