Voleta skewed her eyes away from Nike's Priestess at the first sound of the song.  Never had she heard such a voice, achingly sweet, pure, yet dripping with sensuous overtones.<br/><br/>Then she saw the nymph and her head tilted completely to the side in surprise and wonder.  The grip on her dagger slackened and she could only stare at this creature, surely far more then human, for her beauty was as that of something beyond mere mortal flesh.  The song came from this being, and Voleta lost all sense of reality, swept up in the enchantment.<br/><br/>She watched as the nymph came forward, took her bowl and dipped it in the water.  The bowl was tipped, pouring out its contents onto the perfect, naked form of the nymph and Voleta straightened her head, staring at the course the water took down her neck, breasts, belly, thighs.  It was a ritualistic, this action, this singing, this deliberate slowness.  It was heady and provocative in the extreme.  Voleta had never before been so instantly tempted as she was now, to move forward and taste the drops from this creatures skin.<br/><br/>Then the Priestess in white moved and spoke.  Voleta snapped her head about and narrowed her eyes at the woman.  She looked her enemy up and down and sneered at her words, not even bothering to speak, her hand testing the weight of her own dagger, fingers gripping it firmly again. Her head lowered and she raised the dagger to her lips, kissing it, her sneer turning into a cold smile at the woman.  She'd slit her throat for such audacity.  The black dog shot out of the trees and instantly was between the wolf and Voleta, hackles raised, teeth bared, it's eyes nearly wild.<br/><br/>