[Nymphadora]

The situation on earth opened her eyes. Or rather, it hardened her heart. How others could torture living beings, just to understand how they functioned... it sickened her. She'd wanted to fight for cause, bring death to those that deserve it. She'd wanted to reject the Nymphs peace law, and be allowed to yield a weapon she was more then capable of using. But Nymphadora didn't really think to the heart of why she wasn't some blood thirsty warrior. She was a Guardian of Balance. Everything in her life, it lead her to this point. If she had not strive to reject her Nymph blood, wanting to be only Anyeli, she'd never have embraced the death that the Guardian could wield. At the same time, if she were to never accept who she truly was, as she finally was able to, then she would never have been able to hold the life that Guardians held as well. Now, she could be both. Do both. Neither fully Nymph or Anyeli, Nymphadora was more than what anyone could ever hope to be. She... was an Angel of Death.

At least... in the sense. Being a Nymph didn't mean she was a censored either. Sure, physical pleasure was more enticing, and her morality more flexible, but she was not a woman without morals. Sadly, which meant she should never be in a committed relationship. Having love... it was something she had always wanted, something she craved. But she didn't want to hurt anyone. She'd be the first to admit she was attracted to Vicious. And she knew she loved Chenoan with every beat of her heart. But if hurting him was all she would do, because of her attractions to other men, it made sense that, while she would continue to love him, she'd not hold him back from finding the kind of love he needed to have in his life. The kind of comitment that he wanted to have.

Sitting high within a tree, the only access to the top having been her wings, Nymphadora gazed down at the ground, silently waiting for a creature to cross her path. Being a Nymph, she should know better to hunt innocent animals, but the vermin that crawled in the Chandric were infesting the forest, and killing anyone that entered. She'd give their lifeless bodies to those she knew could make use of them. Her mind was in two places as she sat, her black outfit clinging nicely to the curves of her body. One in the future, thoughts of how she was to go about her life now. And the other in the current, her eyes raking across the land beneath her. Since her melt down, she'd been absent from Aide duties, her mind reflecting the calls for help directed toward her. Even if anyone wanted to find her, it was lucky if they did. Even Dazadi or Chenoan. It wasn't that she didn't want the company, or attention. Its... just how things happened. She'd not even seen Sacha since the last time he reported to her.

Leaning against the tree, her hair pulled up into a ponytail for once, Nymphadora looked refreshed. Without having to worry about the troubles of everyone else, or the self inflicting pain she was causing by her love life, sleep came easily to her. Life was how it was, and she finally realized that. She just hoped, when she finally came home, the others around her could realize it as well.

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