A part of being any Fae creature is the magickal energy known to some as Glamour. Meaning many things to each individual, Glamour, to me, is the force which Awakens us and keeps us in touch with our Fae selves. It is also the force which feeds our abilities and functions kinda like food to our Fae beings.

Glamour can be found in many different ways. That warm tingly feeling one gets when one enjoys a good song or a good book is Glamour. The pleasurable cold chills that come from a good conversation, seeing a beautiful work of art, or from a genuine smile directed your way are also Glamour.

Sometimes, one can find a song that transports the listener (and the singer) to new hieghts of joy. Have you ever seen a work of art being created that was so incredibly beautiful that you found yourself enraptured by it for what seemed like hours on end? This is Reverie. It is a dramatic influx of Glamour that far exceeds that which we find in day to day living.

For me (and, I strongly suspect, other Satyrs), the true want of a woman can provide Glamour. Even if she knows that nothing will happen or that even approaching me is out of the question, just the feeling of her desire can provide the Glamour it takes my Fae nature to survive. If she does, however, prove amiable to play, suddenly things become more intense. And suddenly, the imaginings of what it would be like for me to touch her, hold her in my arms, or make love to her produce a chain reaction that sparks a Reverie within both of us. I would actually speculate that this is one of the most basic of methods that Satyrs have used to gather Glamour. (Thus the reputation of Satyrs as the lusty individuals they tend to be!)

But there is a danger as well. If one finds oneself without the necessary Glamour to survive, one may try to take that Glamour forcefully from someone. This is called Ravaging.

Take the above example. If I were to find myself in a situation where a woman did *not* desire me and could not find exposure to any desire, I might find myself cranky and argumentative. At the first opportunity, I might find a fight and proceed to carry this fight far outside the understandable limits of anger. In the course of the fight, I might find myself browbeating the other person verbally and, thus, taking their Glamour by force.

Ravaging tends to leave a bad taste in all parties mouths. While surviving, you would find that it's not a good feeling to strip the Glamour from someone. The other person might find themselves feeling "drained" or perhaps even "violated" by the encounter. The greatest fear is that you would find yourself destroying an inspired source of Glamour by hurting it too much. Beware!