In folklore around the world there are many stories of dark faery seductresses. Enchanted faerie women of the most flawless, and enomoring beauty, who lure mortal men off country roads, and safe paths into the deep, dark mysteries of untamed woods, and wild forests. Lured to their dooms, by lust. There are also rarer stories of beguiling, and captivating faery men who lure mortal women to their earthy enchanted beds, and satisfy them in ways one couldn't even dream of. They however, release their prey back to their own devices, after they've finished with them. Released only to pine away for the one enticing, and alluring man who was so irresistably charming and bewitching. The touch of any other man would never suffice, and equal his. They would fade slowly, becoming hollow shells of woman, obsessed with the one perfect memory, never to feel happiness again with out him, until, finally, they would die in the euphoric remembrance of his touch. He is known as a glanconer, ganconer, or love talker, of european folklore. One of my absolute favorite denizen of faery land. I could pine away for the mere thought of such an infatuating creature. This picture depicts 3 glanconers, the middle brother is showing the other two the ropes of the trade, while they're being enveloped by little faery woman, and dryads, who are ensnared by their beauty, and entraced by their magic. I forgot to mention why he's holding a pipe, glanconers are always seen holding a pipe, but its not certain if they actually smoke it or not because some faeries have an aversion to smoke.