Breathe Me In, Breathe Me Out

Once upon a time on the outer plane...

The nymph laughed softly as she ran, weaving in and out amongst the looming trees of the forest. She kept tossing a look over her shoulder, long blonde strands of hair flowing behind her like rippling waves over river rocks as she tried to put distance between her and her pursuer. She could hear his footsteps crunching the leaves beneath his hooves, and it caused her heart to leap and slam against her chest. The satyr was gaining ground and he felt, at times, that he was so close he could reach out and catch and tear at her hair - so many times he was close to halting her and pulling her to him, ending the chase.

But the elusive maiden always seemed to sprint ahead, safely out of reach just when he thought he could feel the ends of her hair on his fingertips. Etain ran as quickly as her legs would take her and came upon a small stream where she landed each bare foot on large, slick stones with ease and grace, crossing over it to make headway toward a more dense part of the woodland she knew well with the satyroi following close enough behind. He could smell her essence on the air as he followed her trail, an intoxicating blend of exotic spice, subtle musk, moonflower and moss.

As they continued their game her laughter carried, enticing him to keep following, which he obliged with delight and determination. And when darkness fell and the light of the moon dappled their nearly spent forms, the creature finally noticed they had entered a tunnel of trees and brambles. Perhaps, if he had not have been so focused on the chase and his expectations of it, he would have realized he had entered a trap.

Etain stopped in her tracks, her generous bosom rising and falling as she turned to face him. The faintest of smiles flitted over full lips, soft green eyes mirthfully twinkling as her gaze locked with his. The creature stepped closer, pulling her to him roughly and found her entire predicament exhilarating, and quite satisfying. As, he found, did she. He could hear her heart beat in his ears, taste the excitement on his tongue, and lowered his head into the nymph's hair as the tip of his nose trailed down along the fine line of her slender neck, and he bit her there.

She threw back her head, eyes closing as she found she was thrust against the trunk of a large tree, and the anthousai wrapped a leg around the back of his thigh, pulling him close. It was not her first encounter with a satyr. No, merely one of many. And she found she enjoyed the game of chase and capture each time. Especially when it ended so deliciously.

Etain turned her head to regard him as they both lie on the lush bed of grass. She blinked him into focus, long lashes fluttering, and then moved to rise and sit with her back along the grand tree trunk. She breathed in, breathed out, and lowered her gaze back to him. She had been caught not because he willed it, but because she desired it. She glanced down at her torn sheath that once made an attempt to cover her womanly flesh and the dried blood on her inner thighs. A frown deeply dipped the corners of her lips, her gaze dancing over his still form.

She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips, thoughtfully chewing the bottom one as she continued to regard him. "Teirisaetaa," she whispered a quiet incantation, unwinding the vines so severely wrapped about his throat that they had nearly removed his head from his body. The vines dutifully fell to the ground by his lifeless form and withered away. She was without mercy when one defiled her domain. This was her wood, and the satyr had purposely drawn her out by tainting it.

Moments passed and she finally decided to lie beside him once again. The nymph closed her eyes and let slumber take her.