The fae beckon (Open)

A faerie introduces himself and then, holding out a hand, asks "And your name, please?"
And like a fool, you give it to him.
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There are three cardinal rules to interaction with the fae
1. Never dance with them
2. Never eat their food or drink their wine
3. Above all else, never freely give out your name.
You have just broken the third one

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So, as you may have guessed, this is a dark fantasy rp based around a human who unwittingly puts themselves under the power of the fae. It will probably focus on them adjusting to life in the faerie court and serving a fae lord, but this is obviously quite flexible and I'm open to any plot points you want to add.

(psst, I'm interested in this)

(Cool! Would you like to be the unwitting human or the faerie?)

(unwitting human)

(Good choice! Now there are just a few things to hammer out, mostly how the two should meet. Any ideas?)

(Well the human could just simply wander into a forest or something? Idk though-)

(Lol, I was thinking he accidentally stumbled through a portal and ended up in fairyland, so both can work. Now that that's figured out, wanna exchange templates or just jump right in?)

(I say just jump right in. _{Plus I'm really lazy right now and I don't feel like filling out a template-)}

(Lol, same. _{all I ask is that you describe your character in a post)}

(Gimme a couple seconds to work up a starter)

Ilya sighed theatrically from his throne, picking at the armrest as he watched the faeries below him cackle and dance. Their forms seemed to waver in the flickering light of the bonfire, there and gone in the blink of an eye. A few humans danced around the flames as well, although none seemed particularly interesting. They were all the same. All dazed and drunk without any clue what they were doing or what dancing with the fae would cost them.

He shoved himself to his feet and turned from the fire. If he couldn't find his amusement here, he would make his own in the woods where other faeries wouldn't bother him.

(psst should I be male or female-)

(Whichever. I usually do lgbt tho, if that helps.)

Tyler was walking through the woods at night again. Not the wisest thing to do, but he obviously did not care. He loved to walk explore. And he especially loved trees, so it was only natural for him to be seen here.

(Oh, also, Ilya looks like this https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/5f/70/da5f7064cb980f40caf3a49e9c732fb3.jpg)
Ilya wandered through the woods aimlessly, grinning when he heard the pitter patter of footsteps. Footsteps mean a human was here, and humans meant entertainment. He stepped from behind a collection on trees, advancing on his unsuspecting prey. "Hello?"

(Tyler looks a bit like this: https://i.pinimg.com/474x/88/a1/9b/88a19b9da07888be8e79d589768ffd2e–throne-of-glass-dark-fantasy.jpg )
Tyler turned his head in the direction of the noise. "Um, hello?"

(My computer sent me an error message when I clicked on it, can you sent a different one?)
Ilya smiled, pulling on a glamor that disguised his wings and sharpened teeth so he looked like any other human. He stepped in front of Tyler with a dark smile. "What are you doing out here at night? It's dangerous to walk alone."

(http://las-t.deviantart.com/art/Hunter-190477194 does this one work?)
"I'm aware of that. I just need to clear my head." Tyler looked at him suspiciously. "What about you?"

(Yep! Thanks.)
"The same." Ilya took in the human for a few more seconds, eyes raking up and down his body. He was strong looking. So pretty. Ilya wanted him. "You can call me Misha," he said, holding out his hand as he introduced himself. "And your name, please?"

He smiled and replied, "My name is Tyler." He shook Misha's hand

Ilya grinned, holding onto Tyler's hand and using it to pull him farther into the forest. "Excellent! Will you come with me Tyler?" He batted his eyelashes, aware that he looked quite delicate to humans. "I don't want to walk home all alone."

"Er-" Tyler was basically hypnotized by him. 'He's… really cute' he thought. "Uh, sure. Where do you live, exactly?"

Ilya smirked to himself, pleased by how easily he had entranced this human. "You'll see," he said teasingly, leaning against Tyler with a sigh of content. "It's not too far, I promise."

Tyler wasn't sure what to do, so he wrapped one of his arms around him _{(because that's normal when you don't know what to do-)}

Ilya patted the arm happily, still tugging Tyler along. His smile brightened as they approached the giant oak door that lead to his realm. His home. The worn wooden door in the tree creaked open as he approached, the sound of music and laughter spilling out into the nearly silent forest. A golden light licked at their feet. Ilya dropped his glamor, wings fading back into existence. "Come inside?"

Tyler didn't notice his wings at first. "Uh, sure." He was hesitant, but then he was also beginning to get curious.

Ilya laughed, standing up on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek before he waltzed inside, eyes reflecting the firelight like two dark pools. "Follow me and stay close! I wouldn't want anyone other than me taking a bite out of you."

Tyler walked in, contemplating what 'Misha' said about taking a bite out of him. It's probably nothing. He seems a little eccentric, this is probably just how he normally talks. "So, you live with a bunch of people?"

"You could say that," Ilya pretended to agree, watching the ceiling rise until it had faded up into the sky. The cavern was larger than should be possible, stretching out into a wide open meadow. The oak door disappeared once they took a few steps farther into the meadow. He turned to Tyler. "Do you know where you are?" he asked, too sharp teeth revealed by the words.

Tyler, at last, noticed his wings. And now, his teeth. "Oh, what the hell?" He looked at his surroundings, and practically screamed, "Did you drug me?'