Clawed feet dug into the earth. Careful steps helping her find her way along the forest floor. Even in the darkness, the dark-skinned elf stood out from her surroundings. Her appearance and being so twisted by magic that the natural world her kin so embraced shunned her. Wildlife fleeing as she strode purposefully in a straight line. She has seen a line of smoke in the sky earlier than evening, which meant there was a contained fire, which meant there were people in these woods. For Y'vaste, that was enough to seek the origin of the smoke out. She had forgotten why she was in these woods in the first place, which meant she had been trudging around in boredom without any goal or reason. Maybe she got cut off from a group she was traveling with? That was a thing she did, wasn't it? In any case, people meant there were others to help her remember, and stop being bored.<br/><br/>The journey took her several hours, and she was starting to doubt the wether the memory of the fire had been real or some construction her warped mind had created to distract herself. The truth revealed itself quickly enough to her however, as her catlike ears caught the noise of panic and chaos up ahead. She picked up her pace, soon reaching the origin of the screaming she had heard. Lights danced in the air, weaving around a number of figures. The elf counted two shapes in the sky and two, no, three on the ground from her cover in the bushes. The commotion meant that her approach had gone practically unnoticed by either of the two groups. The scene amused the ancient elf, but some training-turned instinct of hers told her that she should check the large shapes in the air, and leave the people on the ground to their struggles. A feeling that was re-inforced when she spied one of the two hulking shapes on the ground leaping for one of the living wood-clusters.<br/><br/>A second later the foliage behind the pixie casters burst open, leaves getting scattered and flying everyone as something dark emerged. The nearly nine-foot tall beast was covered in mud, dirt, plants and other things that had clung to her during her past days in the wood, making it look like some living incarnation of the forest's wrath had just appeared. The glowing red eyes only further enforcing that image, Y'vaste having removed her blindfold and tugged it under her lioncloth's string for safekeeping. The demonic-looking dryady thing grinned broadly, revealing a set of teeth belonging more to a tiger or lion. She licked her lips with her long, split tongue.<i>"Oh lights of the forest, will you flee before I can feast on you fallen stars?"</i>She said with a dark purr in her voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>