<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c4/99/6f/c4996f9f2ea069dc7a9698fdd48040f9.jpg)<div align="center"><strong><em>Liadian o'Braonán </em></strong></div></div>In their time together as teacher and student she had provoked Conri's temper a time or two, such was the manner of her personality to push against boundary lines. But she had never known his true fury, that she realized as she watched him crouch near the captive and snarl in a voice almost unrecognizable. A touch of fear tried to kindle within her, but it was abruptly snuffed out in place of a sense of safety that he was so protective over her as well as a fierce attraction to the savage brutal force of his primordial self. Perhaps it was a sign of how much she had changed over the years, that she found only a sense of security and arousal in his vicious demands yet Liadian could not change how she felt toward him, nor would she want to.<br/><br/>The metallic scent of blood deepened, and she watched as a vine wrapped firmly around the golden haired male's neck to further imprison him to her Lord's whim. Yet still he resisted, and she found herself begrudgingly admiring a personality that did not simply give way before Conri's demands. It took a strength of spirit and conviction to do so, the only reason she at a tender twelve summers of age had been able to hold fast before the immortal fae had been the fear of what her dreams had shown her coming to pass.<br/><br/>When the stranger almost smiled, the expression partially pained and a touch amused, Liadian tensed, wondering what he intended. Yet he spoke no words to share those thoughts, and his lashes parted to view Conri in his furious splendor. And so she abided in her silence, waiting, watching with yearning to have Conri's arms around her.<br/><br/>At last came words vowing to serve her Lord, yet the promise to pray still to the heathen God had her frowning, a disquiet in her soul for she doubted they could truly trust the stranger. A thought, cast out, summoned the wolf pack back to her side, or rather to their Master's, forming a wall of furry, snarling death should Conri release his captive and the man be fool enough to try and strike against the fae. It was all she could think to do, not wishing to upset Conri by moving to his side herself. Let the man think her powerless save for what Conri gave her, Liadian knew the strength of her own magic well and knew she had the ability to surprise even the ancient one at times. And if he sought to harm that which she held most dear it would be her hand that sought his death.<br/><br/>"I suppose that means we shall have a guest for some time then." There was a note of reluctant acceptance to her tone where she spoke from hidden shadows. Her time with Conri was scant enough without having to share it with one who so clearly did not deserve it. "I suppose the dinning table will be happy to see more food partaken of."