<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d7/fa/4d/d7fa4db7d7ea74deb4ef3b410de57d0a.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Conri</strong><br/><strong><em>The Forgotten One</em></strong></span></div></div>Conri regarded the man with waning patience; the only thing saving the mortal was the fae’s own curiosity.  Liadian kept him occupied for the duration of her visits, but aside from her presence, it’d been so very long since another human had dared enter his realm.  It served as a reminder that he’d become more lax in his years… a little too lax, for his tastes.  He realized it could have been to the detriment of his pupil, and if anything happened to her because of his doing he would never be able to forgive himself.  He simply would cease to be the troublesome creature she knew him to be.  He would become… other.  A barren soul.  Empty.<br/><br/>The right thing to do would be to destroy the human and make a grand presentation of it so that none would attempt a repeat of his offense, but that would only serve one purpose.  Conri had many to be carried out, and he could continue to punish the human along the way.  Yes, this course was much more beneficial to all of them, in the end.<br/><br/>The blood leaking from the man’s wounds dripped onto the bed of leaves beneath him, each splash of scarlet sizzling as it seeped into the earth and sent up thin tendrils of smoke.  Conri licked his lips as if to appreciate the taste that hadn’t touched his tongue - there was no need when the soil, that which was apart of the fae, absorbed the essence for him.  “Interesting how someone so innocent could be so corrupted.”  He mused aloud, eyes flicking to a vine swerving down the trunk like a predatory serpent and striking just as quick, wrapping around the man’s exposed neck in a noose while still providing enough slack to breathe.  That, and only that, was all the comfort he was allowed.<br/><br/>And just like that, the last of his patience burned out.<br/><br/>He stepped forward and crouched in front of the prisoner, his thick robes billowing out before they settled over the ground flora.  Dark eyes swirled with that inky blackness as he snarled, “I care not for your bonds, human, and you are in no position to make demands.  You came here, in<em>my</em>land, unbidden, riding the heels of<em>my</em>apprentice with questionable intentions.  You are given an ounce of mercy when I should rend flesh from bone in strips and use them denounce your<em>god</em>using his own scripture,” he spat, all while the vine tightened enough to make drawing breath difficult, “and you waste your words on trying to save a soul that is no longer yours to give.”<br/><br/>Conri’s outburst left him simmering, and now that their gazes were levelled, he was able to give him a glimpse of himself that he never gave Liadian.  It was a part that he swore he’d never allow her to see, for fear of frightening her off.  If she never returned, it would destroy him, so he had hidden the darkness within him and endeavored to only show her the light.  This man, though, this troublesome mortal, was given the brunt of all that stored anger and malice.  He was shown what it would be like to have the fae as an enemy.<br/><br/>“Your word, human, that you will serve<em>me</em>and<em>my</em>purpose, and you may yet live to pray to your heathen god.”