The musician materalized into existance behind her, standing along the trees. He saw her across the clearning, near the water. His eyes began to explore her body, taking in the site. She was young, and looked innocent enough. He loved to corrupt the innocent ones. Slowly he closed the distance to her. His hair waved in the non-existant breeze. As he closed the distance, his feet left small steps, but not a single blade of grass was broken as he moved. He reached out to her, his mind connecting with hers, opening the pages like a book. Flipping through the pages of her mind, he found resent memories of hers; ones that showed her getting ravanged by some of the other creatures of the island. She enjoyed it, and he knew that she was a good choice for his next target.

The musician gently layed his hand on her shoulder, at the same time, whispering softly, "My lovely Isabel. What an interesting sketch you have there."

Isabel's fucus was wholy on the picture before her, her mind not even noticing the connection to hers as her fingers sketched the pencil along the white smooth paper, maring it's plain features with the black led.

She heard no noise until a hand came upon her shoulder and she heard a voice, her hands instantly turned the picture around trying to hide it against her short skirt and she lifted her blushing face up to the stranger, "picture? what picture?" she asked innocently still blushing.

He chuckled to himself lightly, useing his hypnotic smile. Trailing his fingers through his hair, he brought his flute up slowly, pausing before it was at his lips, "Isabel, you can't hide anything from me. Would you like to hear something I wrote for you?"

He knew he sounded like a stalker, but between his smile, and the playing of his flute, she would be complelled to him, and wouldn't remember any of the specifics in the morning.

Isabel blinked slightly his smile blowing her away, "I... um... a song? sure..." she said softly licking her lips and looking up at the stranger before her.

He pulled the flute to his lips, breathing across it lightly, as his fingers slowly tapped down the plugs. The music started slow, a light airy tune poured out of the long, crystaline instrument. His eyes closed slowly, as he stood, feet together, his fingers barely moving, as his lips seamed to never stop blowing softly over the opening.

His mind focused on the majikal power of his music, forming the notes of the spell into the music. As he played, he walked around the young girl, entwining his song around her very being.

Isabel watched him curiously as he played on his flute, as the music continued she closed her eyes focusing on the music that seemed to overwhelm her, overcome her thoughts and reality around her.

She let out a soft content sigh barely recognizing his body moving around hers, but she vaugly felt the heat of his body as he moved about. Her mind focusing on the music she leaned her head back as the music filled her very reality.