As the arrow thudded heavily into the trunk of the tree from which she was hanging, Aeylisia felt her heart stutter in alarm with the proximity in which she had just been from death. Becoming almost as still as a statue, she quickly ran her violet colored gaze from the man's face down to the second arrow he pulled smoothly to his bow and then back to his eyes, trying not to let her surprise show on her face as she finally registered the distinctive color variation in his irises. The emotion was pushed to the back of her mind however as the arrowhead was aimed at her chest, his expression hardening his eyes into a Ruby and Sapphire.

"Who are you? Rather, [i]what[/i] are you? Lie to me, and it’ll be the last thing you do."

There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would kill her if she lied to him, though a very small part of her thoughts couldn't help but question the validity of his statement. How could he know if she was telling him the truth or not? But the weariness in her body, the minute trembling in her fingers drowned out that small voice is she bit down on the inside of her lower lip, considering the very limited options that she had left to her. The real question was: how much should she tell him?

"I am called Aeylisia..." she finally admitted with a heavy tone coloring her voice, hating being at the mercy of a human. But she rained in the temptation to snarl at him through her elvin lips The way she had done as a wolf, finding that she had to keep reminding herself that performing any spells strong enough to kill him, to free herself, would probably end up taking away the last of her strength and kill her instead. That didn't stop the next words from feeling like acid against her tongue. "I am one of the race your kind call elves.”