It was true that was her family was vast. Even throughout the lands of Pravpora. While most decided to stay on the other continent there were those that wanted to dwell on the darker side of life. Often serving as a messenger for her aunt Angela she found herself on a detour just to clear her head. The type of people her aunt dealt with could have been considered unsavory. For Nymph it felt more normal.

Crossing the circle of white toadstools Nymph broke the glamour that had hidden it from most eyes. “Miss are we going to be arriving at any time? Your aunt said she would see to it I made it on time!” The man was a nagger and worse than the usual sort.

Rolling her amber eyes she continued through the blue hued forest. She should have warned him or maybe she should have stopped him.From the moment his eyes hit one of the many parties she knew he was captured. Humans were the sort to fall in love with things they had no business with. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” maybe it was a challenge that left those smiling lips.

The man looked at the blonde. “Oh hush, the Goddess protects me.” Foolish man, he wasn’t worth Angela’s trouble that much. The Goddess had what she wanted and now there was just the other end of the bargain. Crossing the sacred lines of the party the man found himself at a table of delectable goods. Undoing her sheath she watched as a fey, who was as beautiful as he was probably deadly, offering up something for the man to eat.

“I wouldn’t,” Nymph sung back at him. However, her words went unheard as he ate the food. She sighed and for a while she watched. The fool was dancing and many other feys were now laughing. “Fool.”   

Leaving the cities and choosing to live out in the wild for the past few weeks may have been one of Celyna’s best life choices yet. Especially here, in this most enchanting of forests, she felt closer to the creatures out here than to any humans she had once associated with in more urban settings… even if that was due to the fact that she looked like nothing more than a small wolf. She almost preferred it that way, though occasionally she missed actual interaction with people and would strike up a passerby in her humanoid form. They were always nice. Yet, almost tragically, they would always die.

People wouldn’t heed the warnings. It wasn’t as if they had never heard of the place, the whole principle behind the Forest was that one had to be looking for it to in order to even find it in the first place. Surely these people who sought the forest out, who were very obviously looking for it, must have been made aware of the dangers… Yet somehow they all fell prey to the Fey. Celyna was no fool, she hunted herself and found her own food. She would never fall for their tricks, as beautiful or entrancing as they may be, she was educated enough to know better. Or at least had enough sense to maintain a safe perimeter from them.

She had taken up a new hobby, when not scrounging through the woods for rodents or other things, of watching the travelers proudly find the Forest, make it a few hundred metres, and eventually get sucked into a trap. Alone as she may be, she never found it hard to entertain herself, often by making bets with herself or the occasional nearby animal on how long each traveler would last. She had once owed a squirrel a few acorns over losing such a bet; though fortunately for her, she had eaten him immediately after losing it, and never had to pay up.

Celyna had a usual spot, near one of these parties, which seemed to attract the most unfortunate guests. She was not exactly the most camouflaged shapeshifter (she hadn’t ever figured out the color thing, and her blonde hair went with her to whatever shape she took), but her colour was well enough hidden in the blueish brush to watch happenings without disturbance. The first travelers of the day passed through the barrier, a blonde woman and a man. The male was going on about something, and judging from the woman’s look, he was always going on about something. Celyna nodded and watched as the male, disregarding his companion’s advice, stepped out of safety and into a trap. Oh dear, she thought, and watched the woman now, for her reaction. She was not quite so naive, clearly she knew what the trick with the fey was, and had tried to warn the other of it. A sigh escaped Celyna, as she thumped her tail and grumbled to herself.

“Humans… They never listen.”

A fey had happened too close to her and cast her a strange glance, and she looked away quickly. Definitely don’t need you creatures knowing me, too well… And with that thought, she groaned and pushed herself up to slink away from him, and to get a better vantage point on this new situation brewing in front of her.
Leaving the cities, choosing to live out in the wild for the past few weeks, may have been one of Celyna’s best life choices yet. Especially here, in this most enchanting of forests, she felt closer to the fey and faeries out here than to any humans she had once associated with in more urban settings. Even if she looked, to them, like nothing more than a small wolf. She almost preferred it that way, though occasionally she missed actual interaction with people and would strike up a passerby in her humanoid form. They were always nice. They would always die.

Tragic, she thought to herself, that people wouldn’t heed the warnings. It wasn’t as if they had never heard of the place, the whole principle behind the Forest was that one had to be looking for it to in order to even find it in the first place. Surely, these people who happened by, who were already looking for it, they knew the dangers. Yet somehow they all fell prey to the fey. Celyna was no fool, she hunted herself and found her own food. She would never fall for their tricks, as beautiful or enchanting as they may be, she was educated enough to know better. Or at least had enough sense to stay away from their food and offers.

She had taken up a new hobby, when not scrounging through the woods for rodents or other not-so-treacherous things to snack on, of watching the travelers proudly find the Forest, make it a few hundred metres before they'd eventually get sucked into a trap. Alone as she may be, she never found it hard to entertain herself, often by making bets with herself or the occasional wild animal on how long each traveler would last. She had once owed a squirrel a few acorns over losing such a bet. Unfortunately for the squirrel, she had eaten him immediately after losing and never had to pay up.

Celyna had a usual spot, near one of these parties, which seemed to attract the most unfortunate guests. She was not exactly the most camouflaged shapeshifter… she hadn’t ever figured out the color-change thing, so her blonde hair went with her to whatever shape she took, but she was well enough hidden in the dense brush to watch happenings without disturbance. She was in the middle of a yawn when something grabbed her attention. The first travelers of the day passed through the barrier, a blonde woman and a man. The male was going on about something, and judging from the woman’s demeanor, he was always going on about something. Celyna nodded to herself and watched as the male, disregarding his female companion’s advice, stepped out of safety and into a trap. Oh dear, she thought, and watched the woman now, for her reaction. She was not quite so naive. Clearly she knew what the trick here was, and had tried to warn the other of it. A sigh escaped Celyna, as she thumped her tail on the ground and grumbled to herself.

“Humans… They never listen.”

A fey had happened too close to her and cast her a strange glance, almost inquisitive as if it had heard her, and she looked away quickly. Definitely don’t need you things knowing me too well… And with that, she groaned and pushed herself up to slink away from him, and to get a better vantage point on this new situation brewing in front of her.

Slowly she moved her hand sliding her dagger out of its sheath. Her amber eyes look towards the newest person to arrive and she let the woman’s smell enter her nose. With all of the familiar smells in the forest it was easy to smell a stranger even with her demon sense added in. “No kidding.” She twirled the dagger around for a moment before stalking the man who danced.

Even if she wanted him to suffer her aunt would have killed her so in return.. Nymph brought up her hands and gripped his hair with one. Her other brought up the dagger and it might have seemed intoxicating at the moment as she slit the man’s throat. “Scatter.” Nymph’s presence wasn’t hard to miss as the dead body hit the floor. She thought she heard pixies hissing at her.

She bent over and cleaned the blade on the dead man’s shirt before looting his body. “At least I can’t get in trouble for ending his miserable life.” The feys at this time were scattering and it seemed like it was just her and the new woman. Amber eyes turned as she sheathed the dagger. “This forest doesn’t get a whole lot of new visitors much less the sort who ignore fey when they offer things.”

Nymph nimbly reacted as giant bugs came over and seemingly rolled the man’s bled out corpse into the forest. “This place never ceases to amaze me with what it has creeping around.” She reached up and rubbed her blonde curls. “Are you familiar this Feeorin?”

As Celyna prowled closer to a tree, she watched the woman save the man from quite a horrendous death, substituting in a glorious mercy killing that greatly disturbed the fey’s party. She growled lightly as they fled the area, paying no mind to the rest of the scene until the woman addressed her.


Aw crap, she knows. Celyna was disheartened, the fey hadn’t figured it out yet and this woman, whom she hadn’t even had thought to have detected her, had in reality seen her–and not only that, but had already figured she was more than a wolf. She stared at the woman, her green eyes burning with intense curiosity, and slinked behind a tree, only to emerge standing as her human-looking self.

“Familiar? I suppose you could say I’m familiar with the area… I’ve been out here for a little over a month, figured I could use a change of scenery from the old cities…” Celyna ran her hand down the tree, eying the bark as if it were a meal itself, “What can I say, I knew well enough about the fey and their games before I had come out here… I’m not much one for parties, anyway.” She surveyed the woman now, and sashayed a little closer.

“Your friend there,” Celyna gestured towards the path where the bugs had dragged off the corpse, smiling, “He didn’t exactly fare so well out here, did he?” Celyna grinned and staggered herself out of the woman’s space. Flaxen waves of hair fell into place around her shoulders and down her back, as she settled, a single fang showing through her smirk as she peered at the stranger, full of intrigue as to who this woman might be. “And on a slightly related topic, how might you have figured out I was this?”

Nymph felt the darkness around them and for a moment her eyes flickered a darker brown. The shadows were cold and it sent chills up her spine at how good they were. She crossed her arms as she tilted her head. “Feys cannot lie but they will indeed play with your head and body as until you break. I hear they also make the greatest bed mates you've ever had.” She eyed the woman for a moment before waving her hand that she joking about.

A frown came across her lips. “He wasn't my friend he was just a task that will forever remain unfinished not that it matters. He was an idiot who could not listen to his protector.” Not that she took it seriously. “Aunt Angela told me he fulfilled his duty to her so its not like his life mattered much anymore if he stayed alive.” She stretched now.

When the question came out she smiled. “I can smell you. You don't smell like any animal from this forest. You were different so I took the chance with what you were. I was trained to know my surroundings. Being what I am is dangerous so I have to always be careful.” Reaching up she grabbed her rose necklace and smiled a bit. “I envy a woman who can fare well out in these woods. You have an interesting taste for a home.”

Celyna looked around cautiously as the other woman spoke. The Fey hadn't gotten into her head, at least not yet… Or maybe that was why she was so ill-inclined to leave this forest? She let the thought roll around in her mind for a few moments before deciding against it, coming to the conclusion that no, she would come and go as she pleased. The Fey couldn't keep her here… She was pretty sure of that. 

This woman, or was she even?, made it clear she was very unconcerned with what had just happened, and that perplexing Celyna, as someone who had never had a travel buddy and had thought that one might have some sort of investment in someone they chose companioinship in… But, the woman claimed she was escorting him as a job, for who again? Aunt someone? What does that mean? Is this some kind of twisted gang or group? Celyna wasn't sure who she was talking about, but listened anyway… until the woman started to answer her question. Celyna's face twisted a little at the first sentence, you can… smell… me? Do I stink? And she tried to detect any foreign or unfavorable scent that may be coming from her self, but couldn't find one. Celyna shrugged. Home? This wasn't home. She had left home for the life of… wandering, it seemed. A lot of wandering, city to city, forest to town, no real purpose or true adventure found in any of these places she visited. It was encumbering and fatiguing for someone who had started out on her own with a personal quest to see the world and have spectacular adventures to be stuck simply floating along. It now occurred to her that it might be time to move on to the next realm. Stagnancy would get her nowhere. 

"I'm not sure what that really means… It's not really my home… I was just camping out here for a little while. Trying to take some time for myself and stay away from the more urban areas… I'm just traveling around right now."  Celyna glanced around once more before returning her attention to the woman before her. She seemed to gaze at Celyna as if she were food, fondling her jewelry. Celyna grew a little nervous. Fey were one thing. If she stayed in the form of the wolf and minded her own business, maintaining the usual guard and perimeter, she was essentially safe from them. This was clearly different, and she was immediately uncomfortable and wary. The woman knew what she was, but Celyna had no idea about her… 

"My name is Celyna, by the by," Celyna shrugged, figuring maybe she could get some new sense of familiarity in this new predicament, "What is your name? Are you from around here? Who is your aunt?" She bit her tongue to hold in her last question, what the heck are you?, and maintained her curious position, be it still that she was slightly put off and confused about the whole thing altogether. Something strange was certainly afoot. 

“A drifter eh? I know plenty of them.” Tilting her head she let the mess of brown curls fall to one side. The brown curls were something she got from the human looking side of her father. It was the same with the amber eyes that locked onto this girl's body. She wished she had the striking green eyes of the Rosenites or even her mother's golden hair.  No, instead she looked more like the demon her mother had chosen to bear children with. Sigh, what luck.

“Celyna.” Nymph committed it to her memory as she moved around the party area. “Nymphaea or Nymph for short. Everyone calls me Nymph but my mother when she is upset.” She gave the woman another smile and shook her head. “I'm from Sularia on the other continent.” When the question was asked about her aunt she kind of just laughed. “Angela Rose, The Goddess who Gifts Fertility and Holds the Cornucopia. She offers me silver to escort people who come to ask her for favors. That unlucky little bastard who died was one of them.” She sighed.

“I came here to fetch some of those purple berries for Aunt Angela. She uses them in potions and what not. Sometimes she even makes wine for the gods since they are not effected by the likes of simple fey.” She crossed her arms a bit and looked around. “It isn't much but here.” She rustled around in a tiny sack she had with her. “This is rose water from Sularia. It is safe to drink. Swear on it or let Aunt Angela smite me. Its what we trade with others. Its only made in Sularia or Aunt Angela's gardens.” It was a water with a sweet taste. It even smelled like the very roses that were used with it.

“Well I also came here because he was talking my ear off. I figured if I scared him he might shut up. Though I got him killed.” She sighed a bit and shook her head. “All well should have listened to me!”

Celyna nodded as the other girl spoke, noting things she said in her mind. The other continent, she thought to herself. Now there’s an idea for adventure. Sularia, I’ve heard of it, I know that. Maybe this is the opportunity for adventure I’ve been seeking. Celyna smiled at the thought. The girl gifted to her a flask of water, supposedly from her Aunt Angela’s gardens. 

“Oh, thank you. I’m not sure you’ve any reason to give me this, have you?” Celyna was always accepting of another’s generosity, and opened it up. A floral aroma wafted into the air, and she was momentarily overwhelmed with thoughts of roses and gardens. It really must have been from Sularia. Celyna tried a small taste of it before tucking it away in her bag, surprised that it actually had some kind of sweet flavor to it that she just couldn't place. It was not often that there was something safe to consume within these woods. Nymph continued about how she’d come to the forest almost as a way of shutting up the non-stop talker she she previously escorting prior to his unfortunate demise, but added in that she was also searching for some berries for her aunt. Celyna lit up at the thought, as she had been in here for long enough that she knew where there were the most bountiful plants in the nearby vicinity. 

“Well, if you don’t mind company, might I help you with your berry hunting? I know a few patches in here that happen to be bursting with the fruit,” Celyna asked, hoping she could join in to Nymph’s search. There was a spot very close, possibly only a few hundred metres away, with a bountiful crop, and she would gladly show Nymph where it was, since there wasn’t exactly much here on the path. Should she be accepted to join her, Celyna thought this must be her chance to make her way to the other continent and have an actual reason to do so. The idea began to grow in her mind and she hoped for the best, that this would be the start of a real true adventure for her. 

Nymph just smiled at her and shook her head. “Nah but it is sort of a tradition in my family to share.” She watched in joy as the girl appeared to like the water from Sularia. It was their specialty and you could say they were rather proud about that. “Should try our teas too. They are the best herbal tea in all of Canelux.” The half demon made her way closer to Celyna and nodded a bit more.

“Help would be appreciated. My aunt makes the wine for the gods out of this stuff. Of course, she doesn't want to just create the trees in her own grove because they are so dangerous to mortals. She's even had a few mortals slit their wrists to stop whatever action the berries made them take. Gods on the other hand say the berries are heavily mixed with nightshade and only Aunt Angela knows the secret ingredient.” She smiled and went along with the girl.

Pulling out a drum like container she handed it to the girl and got one for herself. “Alright we just have to fill these up. Apparently it's enough berries for a few bottles. What I wouldn't give to become a god just to taste it without dying.” She chuckled. “What about you what are your dreams? You plan on getting out of here?”