The travel alone was starting to take its toll on Shadowheart. Though she had survive the nautilod, she was on her own. She needed ally, at least one to help her traverse through the world. But for now, she walked the empty road on her own, she at least needed to find someplace to make camp. Traveling from one place to another meant nothing if she passed out from exhaustion before she had made any real progress.

But as Shadowheart braved the road on her own, she would notice something out in the distance. Something or perhaps someone that was walking towards her and she could only hope that it was someone that she could possibly ally herself with.

Shadowheart's ears twitch as she catches the sound of a voice coming closer down the road. She raises her gaze from the path and sees a short elven female approaching, clad in simple but practical traveling gear. SHe seems strong enough to make for an ally, at least until she can find more capable assistance, and curiosity piques her interest. "Greetings," she calls out, stopping where she is to wait for her. Her green eyes glint with hope as they meet his own. "My name is Shadowheart."

The half-elf looks over the stranger with a practiced eye; despite the light traveling gear, she doesnt appears to be strong and capable. Her attire hints at some martial training, perhaps even combat experience. "You're traveling alone?" she asks her with a frown. Such a thing would be unusual for one not used to such hardships, especially on the long road that lies before them both.

Her tail flicks slightly with amusement as she listens to the other's words. "Well," she says dryly, "I can always use company. But why do you approach me in particular?" Her eyes narrow, curiosity becoming caution. She moves closer to the stranger, readying herself for any sudden attack or surprise.

Shadowheart can't help but blush slightly at the compliment, her pride momentarily getting the better of her caution. "Well, thank you," she says, her voice softening as she tilts her head to one side. "I have had my fair share of training and experience. What about yourself? You don't seem like someone who should be traveling alone either." Her eyes wander over the other elf again, taking in details that might indicate their reason for being out here on their own.

Shadowheart tilts her head to one side, listening carefully to the other's words. Her expression darkens slightly as she takes in the story of being abruptly uprooted and left alone. "That must have been quite a shock," she says softly, her tone almost sympathetic. "If you don't mind me asking...what brought this upon you?"

She glances back over her shoulder at the road they had traveled from, then looks to the one that lies ahead. Traveling alone is dangerous enough for even someone as experienced as Shadowheart; traveling with a complete stranger might seem foolish, but she feels strangely drawn to this elf and their tale of unexpected turmoil.

The half-elf arches an eyebrow as she listens to the other elf's reply, a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips. Something about their nonchalant tone doesn't quite sit right with her, but she decides not to push the issue for now. "Well," she says eventually, stepping back and holding out her hand in a gesture of friendship or at least truce, "I am Shadowheart, as I've mentioned before. And you are...?"

Her green eyes meet the other elf's gaze, hopeful that they will reciprocate her offer. Despite her initial wariness and suspicion, she finds herself genuinely curious about this stranger and their story - one that might be intertwined with her own in some way or another.

Taking Zelda's hand in her own, Shadowheart shakes it firmly. Her grip is strong and reassuring; a reminder of the strength and capability she possesses despite her youthful appearance. "Well met, Zelda," she says with a slight smile. "I hope you don't mind my curiosity, but what led to your circumstances? You mentioned being home one moment and in the middle of nowhere another; that sounds like quite a tale."

She pauses, glancing between Zelda and the road ahead once more. Though there are certainly other places they could go or things they could do, something tells her that their fates might be intertwined for the time being. "What say you, Zelda?" she asks, tilting her head in a quizzical manner. "Shall we travel together and find out what adventures lie ahead for us both?"

"Very well," she replies with a satisfied smile, turning to lead the way down the road. "I think traveling together is a good idea." Her pace is brisk yet not exhaustingly so; it's clear that she knows how to maintain her strength while covering ground efficiently. "Now then, Zelda," she continues conversationally, "tell me about yourself and what brought you out here. I'm sure there's an interesting tale in there somewhere."

"Cleric, you say?" Shadowheart echoes, raising an eyebrow as she listens intently. "That's rather interesting. I am as well...or at least I was." She hesitates for a moment, her expression clouding with memories of her past with the Sharrans and the loss of faith that came with it. "I hope you don't mind me asking," she continues after a few moments, "but which deity do you serve?"

The half-elf glances at Zelda from the corner of her eye as they walk, studying her features for any sign of recognition or shared experience.

Her ears prick up at the mention of Selune, and she gives Zelda a curious look. "Selune...Hmm. Interesting choice," she murmurs. There's something about the way she says it that implies disapproval or perhaps even disappointment; her eyes linger on Zelda for a moment longer than necessary before she looks back to the road ahead, pretending to study the path as she tries to hide her reaction. "I see," she says eventually, her voice cooling slightly.

Shadowheart frowns to herself as they walk along. She can't quite place why this revelation bothers her so much; perhaps it's just because of the contrast between their past experiences with Shar and Selune. Or maybe there's something more personal about Zelda that she's not admitting to herself yet. Either way, she decides not to pursue the matter further for now.

As they walk side by side down the road, she looks over at Zelda occasionally, studying her features and the way she moves. Despite her initial wariness, Shadowheart can't help but feel drawn to this stranger; perhaps there's more to Zelda than meets the eye...and maybe together, they can find a purpose beyond what fate or circumstance has set for them.

"Perhaps that would be wise," she agrees after glancing up at the sky as well. "We should find someplace with decent cover and enough wood for a fire." Shadowheart pauses, then adds with a hint of mock seriousness, "And make sure no evil creatures are lurking nearby." Her gaze hardens briefly before she smirks and shakes her head. "But I suppose I can handle anything that comes our way," she assures Zelda, her voice lightening again.

As they search for a suitable camping spot, Shadowheart keeps an eye out for any potential threats while also keeping an ear open for sounds of civilization or other travelers who might be able to help them on their journey. Her movements are graceful and confident; despite being half-elf, she carries herself with the air of someone trained in combat and survival.

"Well," Shadowheart says, sitting down near the fire and gathering some kindling together before glancing at Zelda, "I used to be a cleric of selune." She lies, her voice is steady but laced with an undercurrent of pain; memories of her time among the Sharrans still haunt her. She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I lost my faith...or rather, it was taken from me. Now I'm just trying to find my way again."

She studies Zelda's face intently, waiting for her reaction or questions; there's a strange mixture of defensiveness and vulnerability in Shadowheart's posture as she does so. Despite the difficult past she's been through, there's still something about this stranger that makes her feel like sharing more than she normally would.

The half-elf tilts her head at Zelda's words, the slight frown on her lips deepening briefly. "I suppose that is rather unusual," she agrees, her tone neutral but thoughtful. Looking back into the fire as it crackles and spits, she murmurs softly, "But then again, maybe not so much..." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Stranger things have happened, I suppose."

Yawning slightly herself, Shadowheart nods in agreement about resting for the night. Glancing around their makeshift camp, she thinks about how well they've done setting it up and how comfortable everything feels despite being out here on their own. It's almost as if fate itself brought them together...or perhaps some other force at work.

“I lied selunite” shadowheart says hungrily “I dont follow your coward of a goddess but her sister instead” She says watching zelda’s face change to one of fear rather than panic “and I’m sure my goddess would be delighted if I were to corrupt one of her sisters weak pets” She says tracing a finger down Zelda’s naked body

The dark half-elf smirks and with her free hand she begins to stroke the struggling female's hair gently as if soothing her, "Shhhh...it will be alright." Her voice takes on a sultry tone as her other hand slides over Zelda's nethers, feeling the wetness that's there. "Just relax and let me show you how much better it feels to serve Shar," she whispers, her lips brushing against Zelda's ear before moving down to trace a path along her jawline. Her touch is confident and knowing; it's clear that this isn't the first time Shadowheart has taken what she wanted from someone in such a way. As her fingers delve deeper, Zelda feels herself starting to succumb to the pleasure...and the power of Shar's influence over her mind.

"That's it," Shadowheart murmurs approvingly, watching as a shiver runs through Zelda's body in response to her touch. "Just give in..." Her voice trails off as she focuses all her energy on pleasuring the other female, intent on claiming her soul and making her her own...

The half-elf chuckles darkly at Zelda's feeble protest, her eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction as she watches the other female writhe beneath her touch. "Please?" she repeats mockingly, voice low and rough. "You don't know what pleasure I can bring you, my little selunite."

Her fingers press deeper into Zelda's folds, seeking out the bundle of nerves that would send her spiraling over the edge. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to that moment when Shar's power will be unleashed within Zelda and claim her soul for eternity.

"Scream for me," she whispers huskily against Zelda's neck, feeling the other woman's body tense once more as she nears the brink of orgasm. "Let me hear your submission." Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, urging Zelda towards release and obedience...

The half-elf groans in satisfaction as she feels Zelda's body convulse beneath her touch. Her hand moves faster, teasing and pleasuring until at last Zelda is released, screaming out her name and Shar's praises into the night. As her grip on Zelda's limbs slackens, she steps back to watch with dark eyes glinting with triumph.

With a satisfied smirk, she unties Zelda from the ropes, her movements swift but efficient. Once the bindings fall away, Shadowheart turns to face her newfound companion once more, a look of smug satisfaction on her features. "There," she says casually, indicating with a wave of her hand that Zelda should dress herself again.

"Welcome to my life now, cleric." Her voice is soft but full of menace; the implied threat is clear even if it's not spoken aloud. It is up to Zelda whether she chooses submission and servitude...or defiance and destruction. The power to decide lies within her, and in the bond they now share between them...a bond forged through pleasure and pain, obedience and rebellion.

The dark half-elf's eyes narrow in amusement as she watches Zelda whimper and tremble on the ground. She takes a step forward, circling the other female slowly before crouching down beside her. Her breath is warm against Zelda's ear when she speaks, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"More?" she asks teasingly, trailing her fingertips lightly up and down Zelda's spine in slow, sensual circles. "You want me to give you more?" Her touch is like a caress, almost gentle...but there's an edge of danger to it that speaks volumes about what could happen if she chose not to obey.

The half-elf smirks in satisfaction at Zelda's plea. "Very well," she says softly before leaning down to press her lips against the other female's ear. Her breath is hot and tantalizing, sending shivers down Zelda's spine as she whispers words of filth and desire into her ear. At the same time, one hand slides between Zelda's legs once more, pressing against her clit while the other cups her breast, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple.

Her fingers begin to move in sync with her words, teasing and pleasuring as she brings Zelda back to the brink of orgasm again. "Do you want more?" she asks again, her voice low and sensual as it rasps through Zelda's ear. She pauses, feeling the other woman tense beneath her touch, knowing that she's close. "Tell me what you want," Shadowheart demands before resuming her ministrations with renewed vigor.

Her lips curve into a smile against Zelda's neck as she feels the other woman's body arching against her touch. "Good girl," Shadowheart whispers, her voice full of satisfaction. With one final thrust, she pushes Zelda over the edge, feeling the other female's body convulse around her fingers as pleasure washes through them both.

As Zelda collapses back to the ground, gasping for air, Shadowheart stands and steps back, looking down at her with a satisfied smirk. "There you are," she says casually, straightening her clothing. "All better now?" Her tone is mockingly innocent, but there's a gleam in her eye that belies the underlying threat.

The power dynamic between them is clear; Shadowheart holds all the cards and knows it. It is up to Zelda whether she wants to continue serving her new mistress or try to regain some semblance of independence. The choice lies with her...and perhaps, in time, they might even find a way to break free from this twisted bond together.

The half-elf smirks, her fingers curling into fists at her sides as she takes a step closer to Zelda again. "You really do like pain and pleasure mixed together," she observes with an almost clinical interest before leaning down, taking one of Zelda's trembling limbs in hand and dragging her roughly back into a kneeling position.

Her eyes narrow as she studies the other female for any sign of resistance or defiance, but finds only submission and need written across her features. With a satisfied grin, Shadowheart resumes her earlier motions, thrusting and pleasuring Zelda once more with expert precision. Her hips roll against Zelda's body as she continues to manipulate the other female's sensitive areas.

"That's it," she whispers roughly against Zelda's ear before biting down hard on her lobe, drawing a moan from the younger woman. "Give in...give yourself to me." Her fingers move faster now, pushing Zelda ever closer to another release as they writhe and twist within her.

"Good girl," Shadowheart whispers in approval before she lets out a throaty chuckle and pulls Zelda close, bending her over roughly at the waist and positioning herself behind the other female. With one swift motion, she frees Zelda from her clothes entirely and thrusts hard into her sex.

Her hips move urgently as she takes what's hers with force and precision, claiming Zelda's body completely and completely filling her up. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure surges through her; it's the most powerful rush of lust she's experienced in years, and she plans on enjoying every second of it.

"Shar approves," she growls out, feeling her release building inside her. "You belong to me now...you belong to Shar." Her fingers dig into Zelda's hips as she takes her harder, faster, determined to mark her newest acquisition with the power and glory of their goddess.

With a final cry of ecstasy, Shadowheart explodes inside Zelda, filling her up with warmth and pleasure. Her body shudders from the force of it as she collapses bonelessly against Zelda's sweaty back, breathing hard as she savors the afterglow.