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[cancanagh]

Darker than wickedness was his hair, falling unbound past his shoulders. As compelling as forbidden pleasure was his countenance.

He has made his home a part of the forest, should any maiden take to wandering on this autumn day. The change in living space is not lost on him, but he is not upset by it, this new place has much more life than his old

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[dukes_daughter]

Ganymede is most always found in the forest (and perhaps his magic tells him that Ganymede is not Ganymede at all, but a maid), and thinks little of coming across someone he has never seen before there. There are so many people here, who can hope to know them all? Ganymede offers a cheerful wave.

[cancanagh]

He is confused! And so comes forward, prowling, but his enchantment makes him appear non-threatening, while he tries to work out what this person is.
"Who wanders here?" he asks, voice entrancing.

[dukes_daughter]

"I am Ganymede called, good sir."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

The good thing about being Jaenelle is that your own magic doesn't last very long. Human again after a bit of work, she has found her way out to the woods and is quietly examining the stranger, her eyes dark sapphire and wary. She doesn't like his looks, but there's something peculiarly entrancing about him - and that makes her all the more nervous.

[cancanagh]

"Why so fearful, fair one?" The words of ganconers were enchantment in its true meaning, and his are no exception. He exudes a sense of sorrow, like that of a brilliant poet precociously doomed.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She feels oddly distracted, and twitches, shaking her head to try to clear it. "I do not like the feel of you, stranger," she says in a midnight voice.

[cancanagh]

He looks sorrowful, a lie to be true, he is only a hunter. "You judge me before knowing me?" He asks of her.

[prettydenis]

Denis is not a maiden but he's innocent in many ways and he may wander past the new arrival now, looking dreamily lost in thought.

[cancanagh]

He is curious about the youth, and moves closer, singing a snatch of melody, to see if he is vulnerable. To someone vulnerable, the song will tempt, enchant, lead them to follow.

[prettydenis]

He hears it and turns his head, curious and drawn to the sound.

[cancanagh]

He will be standing bathed in shadows, between two close-grown trees, and he tilts his head as Denis comes closer, trying to work out whether he is prey or foe. "Who wanders here?" He asks of the youth, voice melodic.

[minaharker10_2]

*Mina is not a maiden, but she seems to have little luck with regards to malicious men who like seducing people, so it happens that she has chosen to explore the forest on this particular day*

[cancanagh]

The lack of knowledge of his kind, or even wights in general pleases him, for it means no-one knows enough to flee on sight of him.

He steps out of the shadows some several feet in front of her, pretending not to see her. He sings lowly, every note designed to distract her senses.

[minaharker10_2]

*Not seeing him immediately, she panics a bit at the sound, which seems to come from nowhere, but then she sees him and is reassured, forcing a friendly smile on her face* Hello, sir.

[princessofllyr]

*Eilonwy, quite clearly a young maiden, likes the forest, and often wanders aimlessly in it, because too much time within walls is stifling and scares her. She happens to come accross the new arrival* Hello, *she says, only slightly warily*

[cancanagh]

He hadn't heard her approach, and his head lifts quickly like a startled deer. The innocence on his face looks genuine, and the small smile that appears after is soft and makes his countenance even more beautiful. "Hello."

[princessofllyr]

*He looks harmless, so she smiles back* I'm Eilonwy. What's your name?

[cancanagh]

"Call me what you will, I shall always give an answer to one so fair." He is a wight, and so cannot lie, but his kind know about twisting words. With a step forward, he sends tendrils of fae magic towards her, willing her to be unafraid, to trust.