<strong>Maria Xantelli</strong><br/><br/>She had heard a rather interesting report. The package she had ordered had arrived and was scoping out the manor. The ride was short and the position of the interloper did not need finding, the birds and the bees were taking care of that. It wasn't long before Maria was in range to capture her prey. Before she could be detected she had left her ride with a few body guards and decided to pursue her man on foot. Several hulking yet stealthy body guards surrounded her as she cautiously made her way through the wilderness. The trees themselves extended their roots to create a path way, with every step she landed on firm moss carpeted wood, as did her body guards.<br/><br/>From a hundred yards away she could extend her power to mark her victim. Marco's range was even greater, but she had the second longest reach of any with the power. She felt through every fiber of his being, drinking in the concept of his form and structure. Then she marked him as her slave.<br/><br/>The first order of business was his equipment, any explosives would become inert, any guns welded shut. His binoculars would glaze over with hearts and stars that rotated like a kaleidoscope, as the lens zooming knobs simply turned the pattern. Whatever he was wearing would fade its original color and turn pink, every article of clothing becoming a bright pink.<br/><br/>His toned and bulging muscles would throb and slowly becoming more tender, his legs and arms thinning and softening along with his sculpted abs. Very slowly, his muscular definition was being reduced, his weight being toned down to make him softer and weaker.