Somewhere in the depths of the Wyld, a Fae noble sat upon a Throne composed of moonsilver, in a hall made up of Orichalum, with a lush carpet of grass, ivy and blossoming flowers.  Various commoners scuttled too and fro, and stopped dead in their tracks as their mistress rose above them, for in her current shape she was an imposing figure indeed.  She was a creature of immense height, topping of at a little over nine feet tall.  Her flesh, the color of freshly fallen snow was as smooth, and as cold as polished marble, her eyes were two glowing pits of radiance, the colors shifting constantly from one tone to the next without any form of rhyme or reason, long silver hair hung down to just about her ankles, those locks seemed to have been spun from the very stuff of moonsilver itself, from her crown gold antlers protruded from beneath those silver locks.<br/><br/>Her body was the stuff of pure dreams, in more ways then one...  It was beyond perfection, it could have made the most jaded hedonists of the dragon host fall to their knee’s and beg for the being’s attention.  Her breasts were full, and large and seemed to completely defy gravity, her belly was flat and tight, with wide hips, and a round bubble butt that demanded attention.  Her legs were long, her muscles perfectly defined, though instead of human feet, they ended in the talons of some predatory bird, which perfectly accentuated the huge wings that erupted from her back, they were feathered like a bird, but the feathers themselves seemed to be made from finely crafted gems.  A long serpentine tail, coiled around one of  those impressive legs, it was tipped with a rather wicked looking barbed hook.<br/><br/>“Tedious.” Came a voice, that might has well be a chorus...  The tone of every human she ever fed from echoed behind her own cold yet sultry voice behind it, whispered a chorus of thousands of men, woman, and children...  All of them, had left at least a little bit of themselves inside the rakasha.  What passed for her stomach grumbled, not only was she bored...  But she was hungry, which wasn’t a good state of being for a noble of the formless host.  It would have to be remedied and soon, otherwise...  She would be forced to sup upon the spun gossamer of her servants, which was never quite as filling as good old fashioned human passion.  So, it was obvious to the creature, it was time to leave the freehold, and find a delectable little mortal to take as her pet, and her meal ticket.<br/><br/>“I’ll be back my children.”  She crooned, in the sweetest fashion her hollow heart could muster.  “While I’m gone, I’ll need another room fashioned for my newest toy, and make sure you continue to feed Mellisadae, take from her what you will...  Her soul has gone sour.”  She giggled with that, and if there was any glass in the room, it probably would have shattered into a thousand pieces thanks to that icey bout of high pitched laughter.  With that, she wove a tale of herself traversing the wyld through a hole in the very fabric of the primal chaos itself, and she came out the otherside, in a rather conveintly placed wyld pocket at a rivers bottom.<br/><br/>For but a moment her wings receded into her flesh, and her tail and legs merged into a single fishes tail, webbing sprouted between her fingers and a fin erupted from her spine, as she swam gracefully to the surface.  She could smell emotion, a bit of sloth was scenting the cool liquid it wasn’t the most appetising of vices, that much could be said...  But, a meal was close!  She’d have a full belly before tonight was over!  And a lovely new pet to play with, and craft to her own twisted expectations, soon, the strange beauty broke the surface, in a flash of silvery mist, the fae’s flesh seemed untouched by the very substance she had just emerged from, the ‘mermaid’ was fully nude, her torso visible above the blue water, and she seen her victim...<br/><br/>She was... very pretty...  The fae, couldn’t keep herself from allowing her snake like tongue to run across her full pouting red lips.  “Delicious...”  She whispered, and propelled herself to the river bank, all the while reconfiguring her lower body, to the shape of long womanly legs once more.