Larina happens to be a high elf from a. Very rich family. She's one of the high nobles servicing under the current elf King Rostus. Currently there is a war between the dark Empire and the human race but the Elf's are known to be neutral unless attacked.

While hunting in the forest near the outskirt of the elf kingdom. You as a ranger / knight... Happened to shoot your arrow but since you were running.. you tripped mid way and your arrow hit dangerously close to an Elf... They started to follow where the arrow came from and found you.

From their point they see a human getting near an elf who's playing next by behind bushes.

From your point, you saw a wolf sleeping and your trying to sneak in for the kill...

Unfortunately.... The elf s believe that you are a danger and jump into attack!...

Larina sighs in exasperation as the human ties her up with ease despite being a ranger and supposedly trained to defend against such situations. She glares at him, anger flaring up within her cold, blue eyes. Her slender hands flex against the ropes binding her wrists together. "You're making a mistake, you know," she says cooly. "Interfering with an elf is punishable by death."

Her long, well-kept hair is swept to one side, falling over her shoulder like silk. Her fair skin feels clammy and cold under the touch of her bound hands, and frustration begins to build within her small frame. She looks at the human before her, studying his features. He seems strong and determined, yet also somewhat reckless.

Larina wants nothing more than to break free from these ropes and teach him a lesson he'll never forget. But for now, she must remain bound as he continues to hold her captive in this woodland glade. "What do you want with me?" she finally asks, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance.

Larina's face darkens as the human addresses her in such a derogatory manner. Her eyes narrow to slits, and anger begins to pulse through her veins like hot lava. "I didn't attack you," she spits out bitterly. "An arrow of mine merely came dangerously close to you while I was hunting."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. There is no point in lying or playing nice with this human; he clearly doesn't understand the delicate situation between their races. "And even if I had attacked you," she continues cooly, "it would be my right as an elf to defend our lands from any possible threat."

The words seem to hang in the air for a moment, each one heavy with meaning. She glares at him defiantly, refusing to back down or show any signs of fear. Despite her bound wrists and the strange feeling of vulnerability that comes with being held captive by a human, Larina remains proud and fierce.

"Now," she says finally, "you should release me immediately before this situation escalates any further." Her voice is flat and commanding, almost daring him to disobey her order.

As the human leans in towards her, attempting to take what he believes is his due, Larina's eyes widen briefly before narrowing once more. She tenses her body, bracing herself for what is about to come. Despite being restrained and powerless against him, she resolves not to go down without a fight.

His warm breath fans across her cheek as his mouth presses roughly against hers. His tongue thrusts past her lips, seeking entry into her mouth, but Larina doesn't give in easily. She tries desperately to push him away, her restrained hands useless against his strength and determination.

Anger boils up inside her at this display of dominance and disrespect, making it easier for her to ignore the feelings that sometimes creep up when she is near humans...feelings that conflict with the strict code by which she lives her life. "Let me go," she manages to gasp out between clenched teeth. But her captor doesn't seem to hear or care, his only focus remaining on claiming what he believes to be rightfully his.

Larina bites down hard on his tongue, trying to force him off balance. Her eyes widen with surprise and pain as she tastes blood in her mouth from the bite, but she doesn't let it stop her. With all of her strength, she twists her body violently, using the motion to slip free from his grasp. Stumbling backwards away from him, she stares at him incredulously. Blood trickles down her chin as she pants for air.

"You dare to touch me?" she demands, voice shaking with anger and fear. "You will pay for this insolence." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she readies herself for another attack,

The stinging slap across her face causes Larina to recoil in shock and pain. She clenches her jaw, fighting against the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks as she glares at the human who has dared to strike her. He stands tall before her, seemingly unperturbed by his actions or the consequences they may have.

For a moment, she wonders if this is some sort of twisted game to him; a sick amusement he derives from seeing how far he can push an elf like herself. She is used to being respected and feared, not treated like some plaything for the human's own pleasure.

Larina takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and calm her raging mind. The pain in her cheek throbs with each beat of her pulse, but she forces herself to ignore it. She cannot allow him to see how much this hurts her or how much his words wound her pride.

"Very well," she says through gritted teeth, "I am your prisoner." Her voice is cold and empty as she speaks, devoid of any emotion except for the anger that still simmers beneath the surface. "But know this: I will find a way to escape from this situation, and when I do, you will regret ever having crossed paths with me."

Her hands remain clenched at her sides, fists white-knuckled from the effort it takes not to lash out at him again. Her eyes are like chips of ice, hard and unyielding as they lock onto his. There is a sudden movement in the brush nearby, but she doesn't take her attention away from him; nothing else matters more than proving to this human that he has made a terrible mistake by underestimating an elf such as herself.

The human's finger trailing along her sensitive flesh causes Larina to suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Her back arches involuntarily, and she feels a flush creeping up her neck and over her face. He is right; he easily disarmed her when she was busy practicing with her bow earlier. It's a humiliating thought that only fuels her anger further.

Still, she remains silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan or groan in pleasure. Instead, she focuses on keeping her breathing steady and trying not to squirm too much beneath his touch. This is just another test, another obstacle to overcome on her path towards freedom.

Her eyes remain locked on his face, daring him to look away or show any signs of weakness. As he continues to stroke her gently, she begins to wonder what else he might do if she were to provoke him further...

The thought of being his "noble elf slave" is enough to make Larina's blood boil. She bites her lip hard, trying to silence the words as they rise unbidden to her tongue. He's toying with her, testing her limits and seeing how much he can get away with. She hates him for it but also finds herself oddly fascinated by his brazen confidence.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that rages within her mind. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "I will not be your slave or your plaything. One day soon, I will return to my people and ensure that those who have wronged us pay dearly."

Her words come out harsh and unforgiving, despite the fact that her body betrays her by arching further into his touch. She wishes she could escape this bizarre dance they are engaged in, but as long as he keeps her bound with both physical restraints and the promise of pleasure, Larina feels helpless to do anything except endure.

The brush nearby shifts once more, its movement drawing her attention away from the human for just a moment. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing into determination; she knows what this means. It's time to act, and she cannot afford to let him sense it coming until it's too late.

The sudden sting of the whip across her back is almost enough to make Larina cry out in pain. She clenches her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles against the bonds that keep her tied down.

"I'm not your whore!" she snaps through gritted teeth, anger and humiliation coursing through her veins like molten lava. Her back arches away from his touch, her breasts heaving as she gasps for air. Blood trickles down her spine where the whip has laid open raw flesh.

In that moment, she knows she cannot hold out much longer; it's now or never. As he pulls his arm back to deliver another stroke, Larina uses every ounce of strength she possesses to twist her body violently, breaking free from the ropes that bind her wrists together. She scrambles backwards away from him, using a nearby tree for support as she regains her balance and readies herself for battle.

Her hair has come loose from its tie, cascading down around her shoulders like a silver waterfall. Her cheeks are flushed with pain and embarrassment, but those emotions are quickly replaced by determination and rage as she meets his gaze across the clearing. "I will have my revenge," she spits out venomously, "and when I do, you will be the one to pay."

Her fingers flex into fists at her sides, waiting for the perfect moment to strike; waiting for him to lower his guard just enough so that she can end this once and for all. The wind rustles through the leaves of the trees around them, whispering words of encouragement in elven tongues as they await the coming storm.