[Nymphadora]

Rated 18 for sexual referances

She shouldn’t have left him. Not with the questions, not with the sadness in his heart. She shouldn’t have allowed her emotions to sweep her from the coast, dissolving into the only thing that could give her the comfort she so desperately needed. In the end, she had done him wrong. Not the other way around. No matter how much she needed to free herself of the pain and torture, of knowing that she’d hurt Chenoan in the one way she never should have, she should have told him what he craved to know. Told him how she couldn’t control herself. Although she had yet to allow Vicious to touch her, to hold her… she wanted so much for him to. She wanted to feel his kiss, his touch. And what was worse, she still felt the same. And the fact that Vicious wasn’t Chenoan, she should have been more upset. In the moment however… who was holding her… making her feel like a woman, it didn’t matter.

Allowing the wind to blow her this way and that, her entire soul spanned out over acres of land, Nymphadora shed her silent tears as she became one with her element. Traveling over the spance of the coast, her direction haphazardly flitting toward the portal, the rate that she traveled increased in speed the closer she got. Brushing over trees, nearly knocking them down with the force of her gust, Nymphadora tried to force her thoughts from her mind. The harder she tried however, the more she thought about it. Over and over, the same thoughts rolled. Taunting her; sucking her further into recklessness.

Whooshing through the portal, her entire being sucking into the small vortex, Nymphadora made her way out through the other side, gusting through the underground market with such suddenness, chaos followed. Blowing over all the inhabitants, lifting skirts, knocking over bags, whipping up papers and weightless items. Within the brief moments it took her to spit out, then turn and go back through, her element had carried her over many bodies, and wind blown many merchant stands.

Finding herself once again sucking through the portal, her destination the only she could think would have the type of place suitable for someone like her, Nymphadora came out the other side, materializing into her flawless figure, collapsing on the soft grass beneath her.

Gazing back at the portal, her cheeks streaked with tears, her eyes blurry as more flowed, Nymphadora ignored the fact that her body was exposed. That her wings were freely showing, her skirt further up her thigh then publically acceptable. Disheveled and broken, she slowly lifted herself to her feet, looking away from the pain that was sure to follow her. She’d come here for a reason… come here, giving up all hope that she could be anything than what she was. Wasn’t that the point of life? The point behind what Xanth had told her long ago? Why be anyone you are not. She was a Nymph, and she wanted to be treated as such. Maybe her powers were better used being a siren of some sort. Maybe she could put her lust to some other use. But as of now, all she knew was that she was hurting someone dear to her, and she didn’t want to do it anymore. She wanted to let go… loose herself. Not be able to feel the pain growing within. And certainly not cause it for others. If she couldn’t love… and be loved, and solely embrace it, then she would at least allow herself the pleasures and others the pleasure of being with her. This brothel… was the only place left to go.

Finding herself down an alleyway, her body moving toward a place she didn’t even know existed, her hand slid across the grimy wall, supporting her body from its mindless stumble. Breathing slowly, her heart numbing the closer she got to her destination, Nymphadora closed her eyes, pausing as she felt a presence behind her. It didn’t matter who it was. It didn’t matter what they would do. She would allow them to hold her, and be with her, when she’d once only allow Chenoan.


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[Evischoul]

V was feeling a little rough around the edges. He'd done his duty by Xanth and killed that rat censored Scribe... and granted he'd enjoyed the hell out of that little spar... if a tiny whimper could constitute a spar. But since he got back and that whole thing went down with Dora at Halloween he'd been itching to destroy something. He was frustrated because she'd pushed him away and censored if he couldn't get her out of his head. He could have had any woman he wanted tumble into his arms but no. He wanted the one who refused to give in.

Swearing up one side of the market square and down the other as he stomped around looking for a way to pass the time, he was blown away - censored literally! - as Dora swept through the market. He knew straight away it was her, she had an unmistakable sense about her, warm and welcoming, the kind a soldier hankered for after a long time away at war. The destruction threw him for a loop though, knocking him on his censored. censored, she was powerful... and didn't give a censored what she destroyed. Which didn't seem anything at all like the naive little chicklet he'd met his first day in Elysia.

Flipping back onto his feet and brushing snow off his butt, V frowned in the direction the girl's mini-hurricane had disappeared. It was none of his business. If Xanth wanted him involved, she'd summon him. But then... why the censored were his feet moving?

Swearing a blue streak as his thick thighs ate up the ground, V shot through the portal not long after her, leaping over an overturned table as he passed the cafe.

As he arrived on Earth, he hid his wings out of rote, knowing instinctively that this wasn't a good place to show his true colours. He had no idea where they were but he had a feeling this wasn't part of Elysia, not really. Xanth's essence wasn't nearly strong enough to indicate she interfered here as much as she did in Elysia itself.

Dora was way too easy to follow. She wasn't exactly covering her tracks and he may not be skilled in following people but he'd learned a few things these many centuries hunting down Xanthorra the freaking princess. Enough that caught up with her quickly and followed her down an alley, frowning at the way she leaned against the wall. Her skirt was... Holy censored, she was a mess.

"Dora?" Glancing around, trying to figure out where they were, he came up behind her, pausing a few feet away. Seeing her wings out in the open he had to wonder if his own cautiousness was unnecessary or if she was being careless. The state she was in... he went for the latter and figured it was better to be safe than sorry. He could obliterate and silence anyone who saw them but Xanth wouldn't be pleased and censored if he didn't want to settle in nicely here, just for kicks and giggles. "What the censored?"

He didn't ordinarily wear a jacket but he'd been trying to fit in and besides, it was censored cold. He was glad now that he'd worn a coat because even though it would bury her at least it would hide her wings. She'd look like a humpback but whatever. His main concern was getting her someplace safe and warm where she could clean up. "Here." His voice was little more than a growl as he fluidly whipped off the jacket and curved it around her shoulders in one smooth motion, big hands clutching the sides together under her chin as he moved around her. "Want to tell me what the censored happened to you?" And it better end in "I ripped their heads off in retaliation".

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[Chenoan]

((OOC: Joining thread with permission))

Chenoan flew as fast as he could, this was and that along the coast. There was just too much space to cover. Nymphadora seemed to be everywhere, and yet nowhere all at once. Clamping his beak tightly shut, Chenoan continued to try and find her. He needed to find her. He need her. He loved her, no matter what happened he would always love that nymph. True love was just something that couldn't be changed, and that's why it was always so rare to find.

Staving off tears that threatened to cause him to crash land, Chenoan suddenly felt the wind shift directions and nearly slam him down into the ocean. He'd come so far out over the ocean and now it seemed that the love of his life was over heading towards the portal. Twisting his body and wings mid-air, Chenoan aimed himself so that he would be able to ride Dora's wing, but he was so far out now that it was almost hopeless for the former aide to catch up ever again - but still he persevered. He wasn't likely to stop chasing his flying beauty until she looked him in the eye and said that she didn't love him. And Chenoan prayed that would never happen.

Flying over the leveled trees and demolished stoned, Chenoan grimaced. Why wouldn't Dora tell him what was wrong? Why had she left as she had, leaving only enigmatic words in her wake? Chenoan needed to know the answers to these questions that plagued his mind as he continued to fly, diving through the portal and into the market place where he was launched on the winds out over the various buildings. so far away from the portal and at such a great spped that he had to land on top of a roof to stop himself. Quickly reaching out for Dora's mind, Chenoan located her already materialized on earth, though he wasn't exactly positive where.

Locking on to her mind, Chenoan dove down through the portal to earth and began to fly at such high speeds if he'd collided with anything it would have surely died, and he may have too. "Where are you Dora?" He said lowly as he landed on the same patch of grass as she had minutes ago. Locating her again, Chenoan Ran - still in his gryphon form - to try and find her. Quickly coming to a dark alley way, Chenoan pushed his wings down flat against his body and barely scraped into the walled corridor. Spotting the man from the statue, and the party, once again, Chenoan barely kept himself alive.

Tears stinging his large eyes, Chenoan attempted to fight back the rage that was building inside of him. "Not again.... not again...." He thought, subconsciously beginning to rush forward toward the man. Relenting to the impending attack, Chenoan screeched in anger and sadness as he lunged forward to pounce on the man. He didn't know or care who he was, at this moment all he cared about was that this creature was what was keeping he and Dora apart, and he was going to find out why.

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[Evischoul]

The second Vicious sensed the attack, he let his instincts take over like a good little soldier, sliding around Dora to meet the attack head-on. Huge fists meeting the body halfway, he snarled as he tried to use the creature's momentum against it to spin it around into the wall of the alley, all the while keeping his back to Dora so she wouldn't get hurt. At first, imagining this creature to be everything it seemed to be, he only intended to crush its skull and be done with it, but then he sensed the power inside it - power that mirrored the girl's and reeked of Xanth - and realised there was more to this than met the eye.

V was no mind-reader but he could skim the surface well enough to know this thing was fuelled by rage, jealousy and focused entirely on the torn-up chick behind him. And even though V wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the pack, he was smart enough to connect the dots. He may not arrive at the full picture he didn't need to. All he needed to know what that little beasty intended to kill him because of Dora.

Hell, there were worse places to be in. Passion was, in V's eyes, the best motive for killing someone. It sure beat being attacked just because you worked for some bad-censored tyrant. But there was something else to consider here. V seriously doubted that the girl would fall for a beast like this so there was something else beneath the surface. Coming from a race that could change shape at will, that didn't seem too far-fetched.

"Idiot!" he hissed, legs spread for balance as he gripped the handle of his whip. He'd be as nice about this as he could be, because he doubted Dora or Xanth would appreciate him killing this idiot outright, but he wasn't about to stand here and let the censored kill him. "What the censored is wrong with you?"

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[Nymphadora]

She didn't care anymore. It didn't matter who was behind her, or who could steal her away. It didn't matter what her life would be like, or who would take pleasure upon seeing her as nothing more than a doll. She was who she was now. Every drop of nymph blood in her. Knowing someone was behind her, she didn't bother to scan their minds, prepare for an attack, or even simple straighten her clothing. Leaning harder against the wall, stepping forward, seemingly aimlessly, Nymphadora continued on her chosen path, ignoring the name that was called out to her. The faint recognition of voice, and familiar thud of heavy boots. Her eyes remained dull, the fire and spark gone from their sapphire depths.

Not even flinching at the curse directed at her back, Nymphadora continued forward, although her pace slowed. One might wonder, if she was enticing the person to attack her, or somehow, silently begging for help. Feeling the heavy jacket drape around her shoulders, Nymphadora paused in her walking completely, her gaze shifting to his as he moved around her. Looking into his eyes, almost as if she were staring right through them, she recoginized the man before her. It would seem oddly poetic if he was the one that took her. He's introduced her to her forgotten nymph allure and lust, and now, here he was, to claim her for his own.

Looking down and away from him, her eyes landing on nothing in paticular, focusing on nothing of interest, she stood silently, the only words spoken between them coming from his own mouth. Before much else could be said, Vicious moved around her quickly, fending off what appeared to be an actual attack. Stumbling forward slightly from the lack of a body before her, and the suddeness of the move, her hand went up to the wall, V's jacket slipping off her body into a crumpled heap around her ankles. Standing silently, her body shuddering as her eyes closed, she could feel Chenoans presence, as if everything around her was suddenly rich with emotion.

Opening her eyes, tears streaking down her face, Nymphadora turned her head to look over at the two behind her. It wasn't hard to understand the power Vicious held, or the anger within Chenoan. He'd seen her before, and now he was here once again. The 'why' remained unanswered, but the fact still was the same. No matter how upset she might be, allowing the two to fight was not something she could let happen. Closing her eyes, afraid to remove her hand from the wall, Nymphadora finally pushed off, making her way toward the men. Fighting back sobs that threatened to come out, she fell to her knees between them, the faintest wall of invisible protection pushing on both. She was weak, not because he body was tired, but because her emotions had taken its toll. There was no fight left within her, no want to survive.

Speaking, almost to quiet to understand, Nymphadora looked into her lap blankly. "Don't... I'm not worth it."

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[Xanth]

Of all things that were absolutely vital to Elysia's survival, keeping the truth secret was one of them. Modern Earth simply could not handle the knowledge that humans were not the be-all and end-all of life, that in the flick of a wrist their world could come to an end, that with a simple word out of turn they could find themselves at war with races more powerful than humans could even dream. So, too, did Xanth understand the reality of what would happen if the truth were discovered. It would begin on the small scale with independent governments attempting to better understand their perceived foe. In fact, secret organisations on Earth had been studying, experimenting and otherwise torturing Elysians for decades, so in truth the first step had already begun. At the moment, fortunately, the majority of humans scoffed at such scientists as gullible freaks and conspiracy nuts but eventually they would begin to believe, especially if evidence was provided. And so Xanth and her Aides, in co-operation with the Old Society, did their utter best to ensure that no one ever saw the truth, or at least if they did that they kept quiet about it.

Mistakes were made. Rather more frequently than Xanth would like, actually. But those mistakes were never made by Elysians who should know better. Xanth did not care why or how, all she knew was that three people who should be protecting the secret had driven through parts of Earth without a single thought to the consequences and she was the one who had to clean it up.

She was naturally livid.

Dark, broiling clouds swept over the alley in Holland where the trio had congregated. A chain of thunderclaps sent passersby indoors for cover as the skies threatened a rainstorm that would sweep away anyone left outdoors. The air nigh crackled with dread anticipation and static electricity, lightning flaring behind the clouds. And, suddenly, a streak of lightning bolted into the alley between Chenoan and Evischoul, cracking the concrete in a radiating circle and blinding them temporarily. As the noise and dust faded, Xanth stood there in all her glory, her eyes blazing with fury, her hair and skirts whipping around her legs as if she were in a maelstrom only she could feel, the normal lilacs and purples of her wings, gown and hair turning almost black with rage.

She said nothing to Evischoul. Though angry with him, he was a newcomer to Elysia and had at least attempted to hide his true nature. Nor did she want him here to bear witness, and so she swept out a hand and quite literally pushed him into an enforced teleport, spinning him back to her Temple. If he was angry, she was angrier still.

Her eyes turning to Nymphadora and Chenoan, her anger faded a little. The black of her rage became dark purple instead, though the maelstrom did not ease. "Have you forgotten all you swore to protect?" She ached for them, saddened that for months now they had been falling apart and that, in turning for comfort, Nymphadora had broken herself. This was not something Xanth could fix. She would be there for her friend, always, but this was bigger than the two of them. They had endangered the entirety of Elysia and its Outer Realms in their personal struggle. Xanth could not stand for that. Because of them, she now had to track down anyone who had seen them and wipe those memories. If they had spoken to anyone about what they had witnessed, she needs must wipe those memories as well.

The desolation within Nymphadora's heart melted her anger, however. The Nymph had given up all hope, all willingness to live, and it dragged Xanth into a depression of her own. In so many millennia, this girl was the first who had demanded she be more than a god. Xanth had friends whom she loved but Dora had given her the chance to know what it was like to be human or, rather, simply mortal. Even though she had become immortal herself upon becoming an Aide, she still thought like a mortal and had given Xanth so much. It was heartbreaking to see her so desolate.

Yet she had no idea how to help them. This was not something she could meddle with, they would have to find their own way.

The maelstrom faded entirely, the clouds melting away as quickly as they came. Xanth's eyes turned lilac, the palest they had ever been, as her wings drooped. "Be gone. Deal with this... somehow." Staring directly into Chenoan's griffin eyes, her own stark with grief, she continued dully. "You have free reign of the gardens until you sort this out. But you will never... Do you hear me? Never expose yourself to the humans again."

Turning back to Nymphadora, Xanth bent at the waist to curl a fingertip under the girl's chin, gaze soft and caring. "My dear child... It is never a sin to be true to yourself, as long as it is yourself to whom you are being true." Her words likely did not make sense to the girl but Xanth hoped a part of her would understand. "And you are worth more than you know." Pausing to let that sink in, Xanth scanned the girl's face, wishing she could infuse all the enthusiasm and compassion she had once held for the world back into her soul. Unfortunately that, too, was something she would have to rediscover for herself. "Now go. And know that whatever you decide you shall always be my friend."

Releasing her, Xanth stood and swept them both to the gardens in her Temple where hopefully, the tranquility and serenity would give them both peace enough to think and talk. In the meantime... Xanth had work to do.

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