Galatea rarely wore anything more than a gold and copper belt with two ruby hilted scimitars to match the flames of her ankle length hair.<br/><br/>She needed nothing more.<br/><br/>The god-blooded nymph girl had a ripe and lush nut brown body, every bit as voluptous and perfect as her kin were known for, with a bit more defined musculature underneath.  For two hundred years, she'd lived in the High Forest, healing the gentle creatures, stalking and slaying foul, unatural things, growing in magic and weapon skill.  Though unrelated, she bore great resemblence to her goddess Mieliki with her wide, deceptivly inocent milk chocolate eyes, high, delciate cheekbones, and pointed chin.  She was inocent in a way, though powerful beyond the imaginations of many, and virginal as well.  Neither satyr nor elf nor mortal man nor mortal beast could catch her, and thus she denied herself the company of men, awaiting one who was worthy.<br/><br/>As it happened, one who was worthy in power, albiet profane in morality, watched even now, with collar and shackles prepared to at last teach the nymph to submit to the lusts of men.<br/><br/>Can wild heats be broken?