Thread: A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

The blood was alluring, tempting and she followed the scent until the horse showed itself, white eyed and terrified but too exhausted to do anything. The human within her was quiet, but watchful, suddenly awake. She sighed and resumed her humanoid form within moments, the crack of bones and such loud in the quiet. She frowned, halfway between her human form and her wolven one, then took ahold of the reins of the horse and tied it to the branch of a tree before removing the human from the saddle. He was handsome underneath all of the blood, she noticed absently, and his human scent was immensely pleasant compared to the overly sweet scents of the other men that she was trapped with. Unbeknownst to the Rose Lord and his sons, she'd already mastered most of what they had taught her, and simply played dumb, not allowing their magics to overtake her since that first year when she had been too obtuse to realize that stealth worked much better than head on collisions. A few too many of the younger sons' sleeping songs had shown her that, plus three jumps from the top of the tower when she'd tried, and failed, to commite suicide out of desperation. Letting the human slde down into her arms, she hefted him easily, armour and all, and then slapped the horse on the rump once more to send it slowly on its way. It seemed that normal animals didn't get affected by the horrors that she saw and felt, so she had no trouble knowing the horse would escape easily as she turned enormous, pawed feet towards the small cabin she had built painstakingly over the five years she'd been there. It was little more than soft bedding she'd torn to shreds and used now as a nest of sorts, a small campfire area and a cabinet that White Rose had been so kind to help her find. She'd softened with the slight beauty, becoming, if not friends then certainly close enough to confide in each other. And the young scholar as well had been kind, though more mysterious in that she spent most of her time being a shadow in a more obvious manner than Rose did. She still hadn't been called by her name yet though and Ariana had mostly forgotten it by now, though she still didn't respond to her 'new' name at all when spoken to. The man was heavy, and even with her increased strength Ariana was panting by the time she got him to her home, using a simpler version of the others' Hiding spells to not be detected. Her magics, unlike theirs, dissipated easily, a trick she'd learned while in wolf form and when she'd felt a breeze waft through her fur. Setting him down on her bedding, she proceeded to remove his armour and then winced at the arrows, which were embedded in his back. Her human form melted into view then, and she hurriedly closed the door to her cabin before returning to him, moving quickly to remove the arrows, a healing cantrip on her lips to seal the wounds and flush his blood of the poisons. Ariana had no choice but to use some of the bedding as bandages, cleansing them with a tiny bit of magics again since she didn't use fire within her tiny home and had nothing to boil water with either. Once she'd done the best she could she settled back to wait for him to wake up, entirely comfortable in the nude. He was indeed a handsome fellow, as her magics had naturally cleansed his body while she worked, something that wouldn't even register as a tiny amount since she kept herself clean and smelling of pine in contrast to the rose smell that the castle and its inhabitants held. She liked to alternate between that and the scent of water, taking long baths in the streams to emphasize how she got that scent, and had found a pine tree growing slowly a few months back that she rubbed up against often enough to give the impression her bodily scents were from those things and not just her magics.