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Curiosity can certainly lead to a plethora of entertaining exploits, adventures and the alike. However, there is nothing in life like wandering off onto another trail to discover what was before your eyes the entire time you stood there, shuddering in your boots as the contemplation on movements settled.
The very fond and frankly same case was drilling a spiral of conglomerated thoughts into the dames mind, casting a spell of two that not even she nor the ones around her could, or have the willingness to make attempts at breaking the barrier to another dimension.
Given her introspection; the puzzled mess of feelings containing hesitation and premonition, her final thoughts led her to collapse her hand down softly before turning her head, staring into the abyssal eyes of which her mother looked down upon her with.

" Dear dear mother, come now... Crossing into a humans realm, albeit unheard of, I have intents of other venomously deviant occupations to fill.~ I'll be back, of course, given I don't intertwine myself among them for that long, Ha'.~ "

With that, her mind fell once again...however this time it plummeted into something that rested it, sleeping it to ease almost. Cleaned out and only having surpassed a moment in her new era of time, she twisted her head back around to focus on the door in front of her.
Wooden, rather tattered, however, it held its own against the winds and stronger zephyrs on stormy nights, much like the rest of her original house.
Gazing down, carefully looking onto the handle, she began the movement of elevating her hand, placing atop of the handle and in a blink of her own eyes, she had wrapped her hand around the golden handle; encased strongly with only a firm given the very push of her hand. Then, with the push completed, the only thing to have welcomed her was the outside world, alongside the fresh scents and smells of the human world.
Despite her speech making it seem as if she'd be crossing into a completely different dimension, it was merely to throw off those back in the house.
Of course, they were already in the human world, taking across another form to ponder and provide deceitful actions to the regular naked eye, as forth concluded if anyone of succubi nature were to use their original form, they wouldn't last very long in an unforgiving world.

Now stood outside, closing the door behind her to a little and neatly refined wooden shack she took a deep breath of fresh air, immensely inhaling it, puffing her chest outwards and altering the height of her head to be slightly elevated in the air, holding her chin high in the process of doing so. All of this wasn't for nothing, however, asides from it being a way to grasp hold of the current past events she may have missed, it was the perfect chance for her to attain one last actual inhalation before moving away to other places.
Past it all now, her eyes closed with her head still high in the sky, she released any stored air she previously had before making a slight notification whenever so carefully choosing to open her mouth.

"Hmm...~ Rustling, I hear...perhaps. But, something feels askew, we can both agree on that I suppose right?"

Although she had little to no confirmation of who she might have even been talking to at the time, it entered the new question after giving off the exhalation she spent so long storing within her body. Why did she hear sounds, or more so -- how did she hear sounds from a little fair distance down the dusty road. Audibly present however, at a much higher level of sound in both terms of quality and quantity she couldn't help but run around in circles...in her mind, mostly, however her bodily actions, despite being few certainly had begun twitching.
Keeping her cool throughout the moment, however, the noises over time had begun to shine through as a form of pollution. Wanting nothing more than to make some form of adventure of her average day, her progression wasn't going to advance without the noises either stopping or confrontation of a sort. Besides, she had already acknowledged that the lamentation alongside the crudely sharpened turbulence being fluttered off from the bushes wasn't any sort of animal. It was unnaturally perplexing to both her eyes and ears.

"You're nothing short of someone who should be revealing themselves from within the shadowed confines of that bush, you know. It's not nice in there, and I should know that to tell you the very least of it.~"

Running her mouth yet again, mostly keeping her tone humble with a slight undertone and minor hints of complaisance infused among it all. Her words however did have enough gut behind them to ensure they'd drift throughout the air for the other to hear, of course by this point the shuddering was, or in her mind anyway, about to come to an end.
At this point, drawing everything to a close and willingly accepting, more so abiding by her regular outings of avoiding conflicts, she was nearing the stage of simply giving up.
Despite the time having only elapsed slightly, the resplendent sun still hanging among the crystal clear skies above, shining a golden crisp layer of warmth to the grounds below. The authoritarian winds finally choosing to pick up the pace at the very end of what is formally known as "dawn", rolling in the classic breezy chills one would expect on the average day, she stood. Simply put, nothing more than stood in one designated spot, arms side by side, her hands elegantly gracing her exposed slender thighs Her aqua orbs observing the shrubbery in which the sounds came from, carefully watching eat tear shaped leaf move either to the wind of the darkened shadow among the complex of nature.

Enough time had passed, and it had dawned on her that perhaps she had taken way too much time to absorb the event. It wasn't important now, however, as she had concluded in her mind and visage alike that giving the other space and time to come out and about freely in their comfort was the best thing to do.
So, he gave it. Before anything however, the one final message she wished to relay towards them was the only point she'd made before.

" You are free to come out, at anytime. Contrary to belief, I don't bite.~ Nor do I engage in blind combat without words being my weapons. I also know its not very comfortable alongside those esoterically crepuscular parts.~ "

Blood everywhere. On her hands, soaked into the rug, all over her clothes. There was no escape from it. All she could do was scream though, even as the masked faces came closer and closer to her. They were cooing, telling her it would be alright. It will never be alright. Mommy and Daddy won't wake up, their bodies are cold and soaked with blood. Her mind keeps replaying the door being kicked in, the loud noises from the shiny object in the doctor's hands, the screaming coming from her own throat.

They let her scream on and on for hours until she finally stopped, her vocal cords torn with the excessive use. She wanted her mommy and daddy, but they were picking her writhing body up. Shoving something into her face, something that smelled funny.

A little girl woke with a start, managing to keep herself from screaming in terror. The nightmares haven't stopped, they won't for a long time. Even though the girl was only about 6, she had been through hell. After the "doctors" took her from her house in the dead of the night, they had shoved her into surgery to try to combine her DNA with that of an animal. During the surgery they had also repaired her vocal cords to a degree, allowing her to talk for short periods of time with little pain.

They had kept her in a facility underground somewhere, bidding the time until she was old enough to exploit. Luckily, the little girl had found a way out through a vent that had been carelessly left open. She had made her way through the forest dressed in a white shirt that was too big and a pair of white pants that fit better than the shirt did. The little girl finally crashed in some bushed just outside a clearing, waiting for the sun to bring another day of running.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the little girl's lip began to tremble. Crying loudly was not the best idea in a forest full of predators ready to rip her throat out, but once she started she couldn't stop. Stuffing her fist in her mouth muffled the sound a bit, allowing herself to finally hear a voice that was quite near to where she was currently hiding.

At first the girl was reluctant to come out and face the commanding voice that practically demanded she come out, but when the voice got a bit gentler she decided that almost anywhere was better than hiding in a bust with the bugs. Poking her head through the shrubbery, the girl's lip began to tremble again.

"Y-you're not g-going to h-hurt me?" The little girl didn't want to show she was afraid, but it was hard when she was trying not to burst into tears again.

Whilst the questioning of everything else around her was becoming a growing source of impetuosity, fueled only by a strong vehemence that just burnt more questions into her mind, a step was further taken in order to proceed towards.
By this very point a conundrum had become a reality for the two; both sides possibly puzzled with bewilderment to such a quick introduction, albeit what she was after was something the other might not have understood at the time. Whatever the case, a seconds bliss surpassed for a moment of dead silence without an answer. Followed right up with a quenching sound given from a very motionless bush, with no leaves moving, not even to the wind; but, to her shock, infrequently the breezes would collapse around and jolt the bush, effectively revealing little glimpses of the other. Prostration had finally stricken her eyes, having them being narrowed in to hopefully see more than just a densely coated, crepuscular shadowing. All of it made minimal sense, in fact, even Zariah herself would try and comprehend as to why the other sat among a nutritiously reserved part of nature.
Virtually shaking her head, with the grumbles and whimpers still being fled from the others thought to be embryonic mouth, her own lips would part; talking time was upon them, a speech to decide a course of action.

" Hurt? Hmm, nothing in this world compares to a sheathed sword, dear. Therefore, one doesn't have the need to aimlessly draw it out, only to pummel another down for no elegant reason at all. "

Perpetuating her temporary words into secondary immortal ones were difficult, but the comparison between a drawn sword and a sheathed one was a layer she wanted to work from. Why, hurting wasn't in her nature, especially not to the unknown; everything had to have a clear visage in her vision, and that was just for her to simply judge the choice between attacking and holding back a reserved illusion. That didn't mean that safety wasn't ensured, however, it did mean that safety could become assured...for the both of them. Like before, as much as she couldn't see the other, she knew nothing about the other. A dreadfully detrimental flow of which she wanted to rectify almost immediately.
To this point, she owed the other gratitude, the solemn sort, for actually having spoken out; it was a brave act, praiseworthy in her books.
Speaking of books, actually, a tale was about to arise from the ground below, the trigger to which was a simple leaf. This leaf, pure green, with a carefully arched back midrib, would suddenly flutter from a tree to the right of the arcane women; it would land atop her hair shortly after. Why this acted as a trigger would be later explained, given her connections to nature, species, and personality.
With that little part of the world now being on her head, something started to take place. Made clearly visible from a far distance, a golden aura would engulf the women from out of nowhere, completely surrounding her among a twirling spiral. It reached at least a good eight feet from her feet, right up above her head, and then the speed of it would spiral around, gaining momentum with each elapse of a second in time.

Three moments later, her eyes now closed, mouth closed too, she would raise her head upwards to stare at the clear sky above; despite not actually seeing it, she was aware of what was where, and how to maintain a steady manipulation over the area around.
And just like that, not before long, her body would completely shatter...literally shatter into a few hundred shards of multicolored glass. Each one would have a different shape; all of them crudely shaped mind you, just with different indents and sizes to each separate shard. Red, green, blue and more would shine off, still having a mildly apparent reflection of the location around. This was what made the women arcane honestly, something of a difference; an almost trademarked difference in her magic.
With the aura gone, and with only the shards lingering mid air, they'd slowly start to move forwards throughout the air, maintaining an orderly fashion as they did. She was still very much alive, with her beating heart being apparent, but without a single sound.
Over time they would come to reform her, just a few feet forward of where she originally stood. This did all happen for a reason, many in fact, not just the one she had originally thought of. Moving right along, though, the shards had been reorganized to reform her natural body once again. She was done, however. This was simply the start, at the point of having her head completely reformed, her arms, legs, and other various places still had little chunks missing. For each one of these indents, the glassy effect could still be seen, and they were only temporary.

" Hiding is never the answer, especially for someone of your age; I once did it, and I regret it. While you may think you're safe in there, I assure that you're not.~
You certainly are a reminder of my own youth. Tell me - tell me more about yourself, won't you? "

With that question wrapped up, a neat little bow on the top of 'present', Zariah would still continuously reach out to the air around her, pulling the remaining shards from around back into her body.
In the meantime of waiting for an answer, more of the said shards would make an appearance out of nowhere, or seemingly they would. Given the time and space of which she no longer chose to stand on the barren ground below, a stool like object was created behind her. Amidst this, her back would slowly arch, legs doing the same, in order to sit down and place her hands in her lap. For when the other would come out, a warm little smile on her face, and the crossing of her legs for a curvaceous appeal, all while trying maintain formalities.