Movement out of the corner of her eye caused Aeylisia's entire body to go rigid with alarm, snarls almost instantly muted into a low growl. Turning towards the figure that stepped into the clearing as far as she could, she felt her lips pull back from her fangs as the outline of a human materialized from the shadows. At first, she didn't immediately recognize the shape he lifted in his hands, so overcome with the desire to kill the stranger was she, but the glittering of moonlight off of metal distracted her from the violent urge enough to mentally take a step back from the situation and consider her position. Only then did she see the arrow pointed directly at her chest. Shock washed through her body, her thoughts suddenly racing, trying to untangle themselves from one another long enough to coherently try to comprehend the consequences of what she planned on doing next. But she didn't have time. The bow creaked as the arrow was drawn tight and before the human could let it fly she gathered her magic to her once again, pushing away The shape of her canine body, shifting into her elvin limbs and twisting her body up so that she could grasp the net within her hands.

"stop! Do not shoot me," she cried, her voice lilting and strangely accented as she used common. Her insides writhed with the necessity to beg for her life from a creature who's brothers had desired  to destroy her forest, to reignite the flames of an old war. But she saw beyond her anger that she was at the mercy of this man, her body exhausted with the quick succession of spells she had been using that day, the miles she had run... She doubted whether she would be able to do anything substantial from within the confines of rope with so little energy. And who would be able to break her from the net if she had? No, she would proceed diplomatically until she was released... [I]If[/I] she was released.