Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

As the years passed and experiences were had, Lyaia had become extremely savvy to the nuances of monster hunters as well as the hapless fools that hired them to kill her. The most dangerous thing about the witch was her ability not to wield great powers, but to hide her true intentions. Few who laid eyes upon her had ever lived to tell the tale, and those that did tell it were often wild stories. Most often hunters possessed the most outlandish of descriptions when attempting to hunt down the great witch, not knowing that their lack of information was in fact often their greatest undoing. The witch was aware of most everything that happened within her forest, for indeed this land was her kingdom as sure as anything. Wards were placed in specific areas, to most they would feel nothing more than a feeling as though they had stepped through a cobweb. These wards alerted their mistress whenever a human entered into her territory, and now they had drawn her to this particular section of wood deep in the night. Lyaia stepped through the underbrush, gliding through it really with very little sounds made. The witch was dressed rather raggedly, patched together animal hides making up a thick robe around her. Her bare feet padded easily along the forest floor, the occasional crunch of moss or crushed insect the only sound made. Lyaia was nearing the spot where the wards had been activated, which meant that it was highly likely that the hunter was going to pass through the clearing she just entered into. Pale moonlight poured down upon her, her milky eyes staring upwards for a moment before she selected a tree to sit beneath. The woman was not overly concerned with hiding from this hunter rather she preferred to hide in plain sight. Sometimes it was as a bird on a branch, other times as a fox, but now she wished to play as a human. She had a rather fun act in mind for this particular hunter and an equally fun finale. The witch grasped ahold of the crystal around her neck, her latest victim still screaming within as her soul was trapped. She whispered under her breath in a language that sounded like the rustling of wind upon leaves, a glamour coming into existence around her. No longer a witch, her appearance changed outwardly to that of one of her previous victims from a time ago, that her name had been Lan was unknown to her. A ripped and tattered dress adorned her body and scratches completed the image as well, bruises around her wrists and ankles as well. Lyaia allowed her head to loll to the side, starting to breathe heavily as though she had just been running for an extended period. The crystal necklace was masked as a dog collar to put a little extra touch on the charade. No longer was she Lyaia the Witch of the Forest. Now she was the escaped sacrifice, desperately seeking escape from the cruel and evil witch. If it would not have ruined the glamour she might have smiled at the cloak in which she had shielded herself. Now all she needed to do was to wait for the hunter to enter the clearing to weave her tale of woe and lure her to a place shed never leave at least not alive. H-h-help. Please... Her voice trembled and halted, sounding soft and weak. If the hunter was anywhere beyond the brush she would hear.