Getting Back to Nature (Closed For: Phoenix Prime & Pywakit)

[Pywakit]

Once upon a time, the woods teemed with spirits. Some of these spirits were cruel and twisted, while others were capricious and beautiful. Some were monstrous and huge, while others were petit and small. The spirits dwelt in the deepest parts of the woods, but as humanity grew more daring, they began to encounter these spirits. And these encounters rarely went well for humanity. The cruel spirits gobbled them up, giving rise to legends of trolls and dragons, while the capricious ones took these wayward humans as playthings and carnal slaves, giving rise to legends of dryads and nymphs. But the spirits were relatively few, and could not propagate more of their kind. Humanity's advances continued, and the world grew less wild. The spirits began to fade. Only those who chose to retreat against the advancing tide of humanity survived, and even then, they grew thin in number. The bestial spirits vanished completely, but the capricious ones held on. Perhaps too late, some of them learned how to perpetuate their kind, but this required a special component: the seed of man. For only from this potent fluid could new spirits spring.

Yet not any man’s seed would do. Only a certain type of man could produce the right type of seed for a dryad’s need… a man who was both virile, handsome, and pure, and one who had not been overly tainted by civilization. And as the years wore on, such men grew rare indeed…

This tells the tale of one such spirit; a dryad named Lyral who dwells in the wondrous primal woodlands of the Cascade Mountains who may have just found the type of man she needs to save her kin from utter extinction.

OOC: This is a closed thread for Phoenix Prime and I. I’ll be playing the role of Lyral (and some of her faerie minions who still survive), one of the last dryads in Earth’s woodlands. Strikingly beautiful, her hair and eyes change with the seasons, from pink like the blooming flowers in spring, to deep green in summer, to red like falling leaves in autumn, and then to the pale white of snow in winter. Who will she find to save the woodland spirits form oblivion? And how far is she willing to go to get what she seeks? Read on to find out!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon Scott:

Scotty to his friends, of which he doesn't have all that many but those he does have are good ones rather than lots of 'buddies' who are really just aquaintences, has just finished his senior year in college and graduated with his degree in forestry and is en route from his Oregon college campus to Washington's Cascade Mountains for a summer of living as a hermit in the deep forests.

Scotty's decided to spend the summer just living in the wild to do what he feels will truly let him get in touch with the wilderness before he takes a position as a US Forest Ranger in those same forests that is gpa had earned him.

Scotty's old Dodge Power Wagon pickup was battered on the outside, but mechanically it was in better than new condition. Being a damned too home mechanic he'd spent most of the spring having a 413 cubic inch engine from a junk yard fully rebuilt and installing it so he's have more than enough torque and pulling power in the 4-wheel drive to get it out of just about anywhere. If needed it also has front and rear winches for added pulling power or to move obstructions, like downed trees, that may block his way.

The bed of the truck was packed with all of the staples he'll need for six months in the forest, even though he only plans on staying for three. After all the Boy Scouts motto of "Be Prepared" and the motto his Uncle Jim had drilled into him while raising him of "Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Proformance" were wise ones when you planned on being away in the deep mountains and forest for that long.

He has a .30-06/ 12 guage over and under rifle/shotgun combination and a heavy duty .44 magnum pistol and a Wrist Rocket slingshot and pouch of ball bearings for hunting fresh meat, and protection from wild animals if it's needed and fishing gear. Also a big first aid kit to compliment the EMT classes he'd taken as part of his preparation for this sojourn as well as it future career. For desperate emergencies he has both a radio with satellite capabilities and a cell phone with the same ability, as well as a GPS and arieal survey maps. He's also brought both a digital camera and camcorder to capture wildlife and images he doesn't want to forget and to maybe turn into an illustrated book about his summer some day down the line.

Just now he's following old fire and logging trails as he winds his way deeper and deeper into the wilds of the Cascades, much of which is either barely explored or unexplored and is the supposed home of Sasquach or Big Foot.

After camping over night at a abandoned logging camp and spending another night under the stars, Scotty finally reaches the end of the rarely used roads.
He then spends another three days literally fighing his way through the wilds in his powerful vehicle until he crests a hill and stops to stare spellbound into the valley below.

The valley appears to be, it's hard to tell as the valley floor and slopes are densely forested, about a mile or a bit less across and perhaps 2 miles long. At one end is a small lake being fed by snowmelt tumbling down a cliff in a small waterfall. The lake feeds a stream that vanishes under the canopy of the trees and most likely runs out of the far end of the valley.

'This is it.' he thinks to himself with a big smile creasing his freckled face as his eyes roam over the verdant growth about three hundred feet below where he's stopped.

The truck is carefully turned around so it's facing the way he came then he parks it, gets out and uses stones to chock the wheels to it can't roll no matter what may happen. "Being Prepared" again he grins to himself.

He gets out the rifle/shotgun with the cartridge and shotgun shell bandolier and the pistol in it's belt and holster. Next comes the prepared backpack with a couple of days rations, a tarp for a leanto shelter or ground cloth, sleeping bag, a belt axe and canteen of water.

The end of a climbing rope is tied to the bumper of the truck and tossed down the slope and after putting on all of his equipment Scotty takes a GPS reading on his exact loctation and starts down into "his valley for the summer".

At the bottom of the slope he takes another GPS reading to mark the spot and starts off toward the lake hoping to find a place there where he can set up to live for as long as he's here so he can bring his supplies and start to set himself up a place to live.

At just a bit over six feet Scotty's strong legs eat up the ground as he walks and looks around at where he'll have the summer to explore in more detail on hikes. He crosses deer tracks, a bear's tracks and those of numerous small animals like rabbits.

Birds sing as he walks along and insects whirr and make their own music to keep him company. The sky he glimpses through the trees is a bright pale blue with tuffs of cotton clouds drifing across it. The valley's warm, but it's cool under the trees. And the trees, God the trees. There are so many and some of the old giants look to be hundreds, if not thousands, of years old. Scotty's in a wildlife lovers paradise.

By the time he's reached the lake even under in the cool shade of the trees he's worked up a sweat and his walking along with his shirt unbuttoned to his belt line baring his muscular stomach and chest and the sleeves have been rolled up showing the corded muscles of his forearms and his thick wrists.

'Well I'll camp here tonight,' he thinks to himself as he stands looking all round him at the lake, it's shore, at the cliff and small waterfall singing its own beautiful song and the forest surrounding him on the other three sides.

Now that he's reached his planned destination he just strolls along looking for a good place to at least spend the night, if not set up a permanent camp.

When he reaches where the lake shore and forest, just twenty or so feet from the water's edge meet the cliff face he finds a place that will do for the night, and probably with a bit of work do just fine for the summer.

The winter's ice and rain have tumbled several large boulders to the valley floor. With a bit of work in his part they can form the wall for a permanent shelter and he'll have the cliff at his back and the waterfall's song to lull him to sleep every night.

Shedding his gear he begins collecting stones and building a fire ring the bares the ground around it so stray sparks won't ignite dead leaves or twings. It only takes fifteen mintues to stock on on dead fall wood to more than last the night.

Stripping off his shirt to work more comfortably and be cooler he clears the ground in the middle of the boulders of rocks and debis, smooths it and lays down leaves as padding. That's covered by the tarp, his sleepbag is unrolled and camps ready for tonight.

"Well Scotty you're off to a good start," he says to himself in his quiet baritone voice. "You've earned a rest and a swim to get clean and cool off."

In minutes he's standing naked and taking a towel and a water purification tester from his pack. Walking to the lake he has the feeling he's being watched, but chaulks it up to the critters wondering what the hell he's doing in their valley.

Squatting he tests the water and, as expected, finds it's better than any city water for drinking and cooking purposes. The towel and kit are set on a convient rock, he takes off his boots and socks and wades out into the water with a little yell, "Oohhh hellll, it's damned cold!"
"ell what should I expect from snow melt I guess," he laughs then does a shallow dive and begins to swim to stretch muscles and sluice off the sweat.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Lyral woke to a strange, alien sensation and a distant rumbling. She thought at first it was thunder, but it didn't taper off. Rather, it grew slowly louder. She concentrated on her valley, her precious home for untold centuries, and noticed it immediately. A blanks spot in her mind, where she couldn't feel the trees or grass or earth or air. The blank spot of something unnatural.

With a start, she emerged from her tree. The sound of her spirit coalescing into flesh was like the tender dance of a thousand tiny streams gurgling over rocks, but it only lasted for a few seconds. Then, Lyral let herself become lost in sensation, the feel of the gentle over her smooth, tan skin and through her deep green hair, the delectible prickling of fallen leaves against her bare feet, the solid and welcome rasp of her tree's bark against her palm. She had not manifested flesh for many years; she couldn't remember the last time, in fact, and as she bathed in the sensation she made a promise to herself to not wait so long next time.

When she finally came back to her senses, she could tell by the angle at which the sun hit her flesh that she had been out for hours. She cursed under her breath, a tiny, delicate voice that spoke in a language no one had heard for ages. The nearby plants shuddered at her curse, then calmed as she assured them the words were self-directed and not meant for them.

She found the source of the disturbance by the lake. It was, as she had hoped, a man. He had already begun to shape her valley to his needs, as was a man's way, changing things to make himself more comfortable. Yet she also noticed that the way he had changed the valley was minor; he had not damaged any of the plants and animals here for sport or out of malice.

She watched as he busied himeslf on the lakeshore, hidden in the foliage high up on the bank. As he stripped down to his flesh, she smiled. He was quite handsome, and she felt an ancient stirring in her flesh as she drunk in the outlines of his body. It had indeed been long since she had taken seed from a man, and her kin had grown few in number over the years. In fact, the only other spirits left here in her valley were the three sprites, Lina, Mara, and Paski, and the slumbering wyvern. She hoped she wouldn't have to awaken Korkulad, but it was reassuring to note the beast still lived.

The man below had stripped completely now, and was swimming in the lake. Lyral smiled to herself as she watched him, his movements so calm and self-assured. He certainly seemed to be a good canditate for the harvest, yet before she approached him herself she had to be sure. And so she called upon the quietest of her pixies, little Mara.

With a tingling and a soft ringing of bells, the ten-inch tall creature rose out of a nearby berry bush. Her tiny body was nonetheless voluptuous, as were all her pixies, her hair a tossle of shimmering gold and her eyes emerald pinpoints of glee. She looked up silently at Lyral and smiled.

"Welcome back, Mara. I have a task for you. There is a man in this valley, and I need you to determine if he is as fertile a field to plow as he seems. Tonight, when he sleeps, gather his seed and bring it to me, but do not let him wake. If he is too tainted by civilization, we cannot afford to let him see any of us."

Mara bowed, then flittered up through the air on her gossamer wings to perch on Lyral's shoulder, to wait for the man in the lake below to go to sleep.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

He swam effortlessly for a time then back to the shore again. Rising from the cold water he shook himself to send droplet flying off his body. He shook his head making his a bit longer than shoulder length red-gold hair fly also sending a spray of water drops from it to fall back into the lake again. As he waded ashore once more he stretched and swung his arms, roatated them in circles to loosen them up again.

Once on the grass of the bank he used the towel to remove most of the water then laid it on the grass and stretched out on it to let the sun do the rest of the drying.

As he lay there he planned out the moving of his supplies to the valley and the establishing of his living quarters.

He rolled onto his stomach and looked around at where he'd decided to live out the summer and a smile grew and lit up his blue eyes as he drank in the beauty of the valley in all of it's natural splendor.

Finally dry Scotty got up, pulled on his boots again and returned to where his camp was set up. He glanced at the sky and realized that the sun was getting close to the mountains towering over the west side of the valley and knew dusk was coming quickly.

Still nude, after all who was around to see him, he started his campfire, got a cook pot from his pack and a package of dehydrated stew. The pot was filled with lake water and set to heat on a stone next to the fire as he poured in the stew package.

As it heated he took a bottle of juice from the pack and a book to read as his meal heated and for later as he lay in his sleeping bag. It was a fantasy book of the days of swords and scorcery titled "The Death of Caos" by L.E. Modesitt, Jr. One of his favorite genres for entertaining reading. A story about Lerris who must become the greatest wizard of all time or see his world destroyed by invaders.

The towel was folded into a pad and put on a rock for him to sit on. He read and stirred his meal as he sipped his juice and basked in the silence, well other than evening bird songs that is.

When the stew was ready he ate it with one hand as he read holding the book in the other hands. Meal finished he book marked his place then took the pot to the lake shore to use the sand to scrub it clean. Returning to the camp site he read until there wasn't enough light and moved to his sleeping bag.

Not being familiar with the wildlife yet he laid the rifle/shotgun on one side of his sleeping bag and the pistol on the other so no matter which way he faced as he slept he'd have one at hand if needed.

Then he settled in for the night knowing that until he'd moved lanterns and the rest of his gear down here and set himself up he'd be sleeping close to dark and probably waking up at daylight, just as it used to be for mankind before civilization reared its head.

Lying on his back, his pack now his pillow, he looked up at the black velvet sky sprinkled with more stars that gleamed like diamonds than anyone could see unless they got far enough away from civilization's light pollution, and finally drifted off to sleep with a little smile on his face.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Lyral waited, patiently, with Mara perched delicately on her shoulder, as she watched the man through the evening. As night fell, her eyes adjusted to the dark, her vision as keen as it was during the day. And so she saw as he laid down to watch the stars, and eventually, fell asleep.

"Be about your business, Mara, and remember, I only need his seed from you. Try not tot wake him, and if he does wake, don't let him see you. That's for the third and final test. For now, all I need to know is if his seed is workable."

Mara giggled softly, bowed, then with a shimmer, vanished from earthly sight. Lyral could still see her, of course, but the man down on the lakeshore wouldn't be able to see her at all.

Mara flittered down the hillside, finding the man deeply asleep when she reached him. He lay on his back, naked, his penis lolling gently against his thigh. That was no way to gather a sample of his seed... she needed him aroused. And so she settled onto his pack by his ear, and began to whisper in his ear, coloring his dreams with eroticism and waiting for his manhood to answer.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

Scotty was deeply sleep, a dreamless sleep, when he began to dream.
He saw an incredible nude woman emerging from the forest and coming toward him. Her waist was narrow, her hips flared and led to tapered muscular bare legs. Her stomach was toned, but with a bit of a swell just above her nearly hairless pussy. Her breasts weren’t terribly large, but they looked like more than his hands could contain as they bounced and swayed as she approached him.
As she grew closer and closer he could see her areolae were puckered and her nipples looked like hard pencil erasers pointing at where he lay watching her, as he penis began to swell and grow just from watching her moving to him so sensuously, so sexily.
When she reached his feet she stopped and moved her legs apart. Her shining eyes looked into his then moved to look at the erect penis now stretched along his flat belly its swollen head past his navel.
He stared at her silently, as if to speak would dispel her like a figment of his imagination, as her hands cupped her breasts and began to knead and squeeze while her thumbs slid over those large and hard nipples, and she moaned softly but deeply at the pleasure she felt.
First one of her feet and then the other moved spreading her legs widely so he could clearly see her pussy, its swollen labia and moisture beginning to gather between them, to gleam in the moon and starlight showing her increasing arousal.
A hand left her breast and caressed its way down her body then a fingertip vanished between her lips and began to move in circles around her clitoris, and she moaned again, but this time longer, lower, deeper... and her hips began to rock as she stared at his hard cock and licked her lips in the most wanton and lewd display Scotty had ever witnessed in his life. The only possible interpretation could be a desire to suck on, to lick on what she was staring at so intently.

 

[Pywakit]

Mara

Mara smiled as she watched the man's penis grow erect. In no time, it was fully hard, twitching softly in the night air. The invisible pixie flitterd up into the air and landed lightly on the man's thigh, then steped over to straddle his erection. She sat down gently on his root, her tiny firm buttocks nestling just above his nuts as she wrapped her legs around him for support. As he continued to dream, Mara began rubbing her hands up and down the underside of his cock, massaging his flesh and coaxing him further. A moan escaped from the sleeping man's lips, and Mara lowered her body down on his cock, her tiny tits pressing against his erection and her lips kissing the underside of his dick head. With one hand, she gripped his foreskin, and with the other, she began playing with the pre-come leaking from his hole. He would awaken soon after ejaculation, and Mara had to be ready to capture a sample of his seed so she could flutter away before he realized there was something strange going on.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

In his dream Scotty lay watching the woman as she played with herself and her juices began to seep down her inner thighs as she become hotter and hotter and her hips moved more and more.
He watched as she slowly, gracefully sank to her wide spread knees and that spread her lips to let him see not only her clit teasing finger from her opening with the juices flowing from its depths.
As she leaned forward he watched her thumb press her clit and two fingers vanish inside her with a wet sound, then begin moving in and out as her thumb rubbed her clitoris at the same time.
He moaned as her wet lips found his erection and slid slowly up it to its head. His hips began to undulate as he licked him, as her lips slid up and down and then as her tongue licked over the head lapping up the pre-cum seeping from its slit.
“Mmmmm, yessss,” he moaned in his sleep as he felt his passion growing by leaps and bounds. It had been quite awhile since Scotty had been in bed with a woman so it was primed and ready.

 

[Pywakit]

Mara

Mara felt his member twitch, then throb under her body, and knew he was close. She dipped her tiny little head down and begain to lick and kiss his cock head as she ran her tiny hands over the surface opposite, rubbing and massaging the tender flesh.

His sleeping moans grew as his cock jumped, and Mara knew it was time. She pulled back her head, just in time, as a thick hot gout of come spurted out of his body onto his stomach. Not wasting a second, Mara scooped a double armload of the sticky stuff up and held it against her chest, then flittered up into the air and flew hastilly back up the hill toward where Lyral was waiting, leaving the man on the beach below to his orgasm. She could feel some of the man's come leaking down through her arms and cleavage, running down her body, and redoubled her efforts to reach the dryad before it all dripped away.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

Scotty woke up as his orgasm was ending with a dazed look in his eyes, and then he realized what had happened as he felt his semen pooled on his belly.
“Well hell. I knew it had been awhile since I’ve gotten laid, but I didn’t realize it was long enough for a wet dream,” he muttered and chuckled to himself as he used a sock to dry off his belly.
“Well,” he muttered, “that dream hot looking woman was well worth it.”
Dropping the sock to be washed tomorrow, he rolled onto his side and fell back asleep again with his memory seeing her again as he dozed off and pulled the sleeping bag over him as it was getting chilly as the night deepened.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Mara flittered up to hover in front of Lyral, her arms coated in semen and wrapped tightly around her chest to trap more of the fluid there. Lyral smiled, then reached out with a hand to touch the pixie's chest, pulling away a single dollop of come. The dryad brought it to her mouth and tasted it, savoring the flavor and texture, running it over her lips and the backs of her teeth until her saliva had diluted it and she swallowed.

"Well done, Mara. His seed is remarkably untainted, and it should do quite nicely. Yet we still have two more tests to put him through. And for the second test... I think I'll need to call upon tender Paski."

Lyral turned her attentions to a delicate wildflower that perched near a stone to her right, leaving Mara to the sperm she even now scooped up in double handfuls to feast upon. Lyral's fingers coaxed the wildflower once, then twice, and again the sound of tiny bells reached her ears as a second pixie manifested before her.

Paski was similar to Mara in build, yet much more introverted and shy. Her hair was short and green, the same shade as Lyral's own, but her flesh was alabaster white.

"Welcome, Paski. I have a task for you," said Lyral as she whispered to the little fairy. Paski curtsied once, and then was off with a flash of sparkles.

Paski found the man asleep on his side, wrapped now in a large blanket of some sort. She watched him sleep for a while, listening to his breath. She then landed next to the sock he'd used to clean himself off. One tentative hand reached out, touching the now cool stickyness, and she shivered in delight. His seed was indeed potent. Yet how would he react to a sudden manifestation of nature?

Silently, Paski flew circles around the sleeping man, touching the ground here and there. Wherever she touched, a tiny little wildflower sprung up; in minutes, the man was surrounded in a halo of color; red, purple, and blue flowers ready and waiting for the carress of the morning sun. Paski smiled in pride, then flittered up to wait with Mara and Lyral to see how the man reacted to the sudden growth when he woke with the morning.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

When Scott woke it was to the sky being a brilliant and clear blue over the valley, but not high enough in the sky to shine directly into the valley quite yet.
He flips back the sleeping bag and sits up. A stretch, yawn and shiver in the chill mountain air and reaches for his backpack to get out a clean shirt... and stops. His head turns as he slowly looks around to find his sleeping bag outlined by a multitude of various colored flowers where none had been last night, and he laughs in happy delight.
His thought immediately took him back to the days as very small boy visiting with his Irish grandmother and Scots grandfather and their tales of the wee folks and showing him fairy rings of toadstools or mushrooms and explaining to him “ ‘Tis where the wee folk gather ta dance under the light o’ the moon Scotty”.
He was still chuckling as he said out loud as he first looked at the flowers and then into the sky, “Well Granny, what about this? If the fairy ring of toadstools and mushrooms are for dancing under the light of the moon what is a ring of flowers surrounding me as I sleep used for? You forgot to tell me that tale from the ‘auld sod’ so I have no idea. Am I to be bewitched or is it just a greeting from the wee folk Granny?”
Laughing still he gets up and adds twigs and leaves to the embers of last night’s fire then some bigger branches as he dresses in shirt, jeans, clean socks and his boots to stay warm until the sun’s high enough to heat the valley.
After eating several high energy bars and an apple, drinking a bottle of juice, and warming up at the fire, he gets the long gun and his pistol. Banking the fire he turned on the GPS and begins following yesterday’s path back to his truck so he can get started moving everything into the valley.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

"Well done," Lyral muses under her breath, pleased with the way the man reacted to the flower ring. Even if he didn't realize its significance, that it marked him as the target of a dryad, he hadn't reacted with fear. Nor had he destroyed it.

Lyral watched as he dressed and ate. Then, as he started making his way back up the hill, the dryad turned to the creeping vine that clung to the tree behind her. She took its leaves in her delicate hands and whispered to them, and with a tingling of bells, called Lina from her sleep.

The third pixie was the smallest of the three. Barely six inches high, she glowed with a brilliant blue fire as she flew; only when she was at rest could one make out her dainty little arms and legs, and the tiny crop of bright blue hair.

"Ah, there you are, Lina! You've been watching, I gather?" The pixie nodded her head and giggled in response. "Excellent. Then you know what I want you to do. We know the man below is untainted, and we know he has no fear of the natural world. Yet what we don't know is how he might react to something a bit more out of the ordinary. Fly down to him, present yourself to him, and if he reacts with curriosity and kindness, leave him a single blue flower to show your appreciation. If he treats that flower well... I shall visit him tonight at the sun's ebb. Now go!"

Lyral smiled as she watched the fairy fly off, a brilliant glow of blue lancing through the woods toward the man. She found herself hoping he would react in the proper way, for it had been far too long since she had felt the pleasures of flesh...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

Scotty had just reached the slope and his rope that'll make climbing easier when going up and safer when coming down again when a blue streak flashed in front of his face accompanied by what sounds like tiny tinkling bells, or laughter.
He comes to a dead stop looking for the bird he figured just flew past so closely. Looking around he can’t spot it then, from behind him, comes that tinkling sound again, either bells or laughter.
Moving just his head so he doesn’t disturb whatever it may be making the sound he’s stunned into immobility as his eyes focus on a miniature woman with brilliant blue hair and wings that were a blur like a humming bird’s holding her in the air about four feet in front of his face.
Scotty backs up and drops onto the ground never taking his eyes from her diminutive form. “Granny,” he whispered, “I hope you’re looking and seeing the wee folk that I’m seeing right now. You and Granpa were right. They exist or I’m going insane right here and right now.”
His hand lifts very slowly, inch by inch until it’s out in front of his face. He balls it into fist and extends a crooked forefinger in an offered seat to the wee folk as he says, “Well Granny I’ll soon find out how daft, as you’d say, that I am. If she takes a seat I’ll feel it no matter how light she is and at under a foot tall she can’t way much at all.
“You and Granpa keep watching so I know I’m not the only one seeing her.”

 

[Pywakit]

Lina

Lina giggles as the man talks to himself, and continues to fly around him as he slowly extends his hand, finger out, for her to perch on. She flitters up to it, inspects his finger, then alights on it. His skin feels soft and cool as she perches on his finger, blows him a kiss, and then leaps back into the air and flits away at the speed of a bolt of lightning. In an instant, she is out of his sight.

Lyral watches, and smiles. The man has passed all three tests. She will continue to observe him from afar, and if he stays until dusk tonight, she will pay him a visit. Perhaps the first of many.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

Scotty chuckles at the tinkling laughter and watches as she streaks into the forest and vanishes from sight. He brings the flower to his nose and sniffs its sweet scent then carefully tucks it behind his ear as he remains seated.
{i]‘Well I guess I’ve chosen an enchanted valley for my summer home,’[/i] he thinks to himself. ‘Either that or I’ve read to many sword and sorcery books and am really going daft.
‘Well makes no difference. If the wee folk do live here and are all as cute and friendly as she was it’ll make for a more interesting summer to say the least and that’s not a bad thing.
‘I’ll bet that she’s the one who circled me with flowers last night as I slept. I hope it was meant as a hello new neighbor and now that I’ve been greeted in person I get to see more of her. She’d be good company to talk to even if she didn’t understand a word I was saying.’
With a shake of his head he gets up and climbs to his truck to start transferring everything to the camp site.
Four hot and sweaty hours later, dressed in just cut off jean shorts and his boots he carried in the final load from the pickup truck and sat on the towel on the rock to wipe sweat from his face and finish off a large jug of cold lake water.
The first thing he unpacked was his iPod and its external speakers. Next came the external battery pack with its rechargeable batteries. He set it up and scrolled to a selection of Irish folk music, he figured a fitting selection considering his wee folk encounter, and turned on the music.
As it played the Irish Rovers tune about unicorns, he began to gather rocks, stones and strong dead fall to make walls for his sleeping area and a roof to cover it for when it rained.
An hour and a half later he had a fairly secure shelter with a roof of branches and fallen trees cut to span the area between the boulders. A tarp over it held down by lots and lots of stones and large rocks and stakes and rope so it can’t blow away in a storm gave him a weather proof roof and side walls and the down hill slope provided drainage. Ten minutes of digging provided a ditch around his shelter to take runoff around his shelter and direct it to the lake.
“That’s it for today,” he said to himself as he used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Turning off the iPod he strips down, picks up the towel and heads to the lake to swim and wash off the sweat.
After his swim he arranges things in his shelter choose freeze dried chili for dinner and sets the package outside then carries his book out to sit and read and relax a bit wondering if he can find a suitable cave near the lake for a more permanent and better living quarters for the summer or if he’ll wind up having to build a small cabin for himself.
As dusk approached he started his evening fire, cooked, ate then washed up the things before settling back to listen to light classical music as he watched the stars beginning to appear over the valley.
When it was full night he set up a reflector to direct the fire light and heat into his shelter and moved onto his sleeping bag to read a bit more of the book before turning around feet to the “doorway” and settling in for the night with a final look at the ring of flowers and the blue one he’d gotten in the morning with a smile. The iPod was turned off and Scotty rolled onto his side to go to sleep.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

As dusk set and the man retreated into his shelter, Lyral stood and stretched. She enjoyed the music he had brought with him, even if she wasn't sure how he had done so. The songs had reminded her of the old days.

"Come, my pixies," she said, "It's time to pay our new neighbor a visit." The three pixies appeared in the air arond the beautiful dryad, and they slowly strode down the hill toward his campsite.

When they reached it, Lyral stood just out of sight from the shelter's interior. "Go then, my pixies, and fetch him forth."

The pixies giggled, then flittered away into the shelter to wake the man and lure him out. They found him on his side, not quite yet asleep. The three pixies hovered together, just above his feet, and as one they called out in tiny musical voices.

"HELLLOOOOOO!"

At the same moment, they began glowing with light; Mara with gold light, Paski with green and Lina with blue. The man jumped awake, and as he did the three pixies flew out of his shelter and around the corner to hover around Lyral's head.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

Scotty was about to drift off to sleep when he heard musical chiming voices call out a merry “HELLLOOO!” startling him wide awake again. His head whipped toward the opening of his shelter just in time to see streaks of light vanishing around one of the boulders.
As he sat up he laughed and called out, “Well hello yourself of yourselves if there’s more than one of you.”
“Are you coming in to visit or should I come out there to visit with my wee folk neighbors,” he asked the smile obvious in his voice.
He waited and was only answered by peals of chiming laughter so guessed that he was to come out if he wanted to visit. The night air had grown cold so he quickly pulled on jeans, a pull over sweater, his socks and boots then exited his shelter, and came to a sudden and abrupt stop with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.
There wasn’t one of the wee folk there were three and two were larger than the little blue woman from this afternoon; however, while surprise enough the real shock was the incredibly, unbelievably, mind boggling lovely apparition whose head the three were flying around.
All he could do was stand and stare at her, at all of her wondrous undressed, naked body and at the most beautiful face he’d ever in his life seen.
He wanted to say hello or something, anything to keep her from vanishing, but it was impossible. His mind was truly blown and he stood there mesmerized by her and her unearthly beauty.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Lyral smiled as the man came into view and stopped abruptly, his eyes riveted on her body. She let him stare for a minute before speaking.

"Welcome to my valley, my home, outlander. You've treated my pixies and the valley itself with respect, and I just wanted to thank you for this. Not all men would have reacted so kindly to things they did not expect."

He remained silent. Lyral cocked her head to one side and smiled. "Come now. If we are to... converse... I'll need more from you than adoration." She walked over to the left and leaned against a young fir tree, the bark prickling lovingly against her back.

"You may call me Lyral. What may I call you?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scoltty:

He stood riveted to the spot just as spellbound as she spoke and her husky musical voice blended with the tinkling giggles of the little flying women she’d called pixies.
Finally, with a shudder, he regained a bit of his senses and just in time to watch a naked vision of sensual beauty walk.. no not walk sway and undulate over to a fir at the base of the cliff and lean back against its trunk looking at him.
“Myyy, ahemmm,” he cleared his throat to try and make it easier to speak in his normal voice, “my name’s Brandon Scott, but my friends call me Scotty.
“I, ummm ahemmm, have never heard a name like your Lyral. It’s as lovely as you are and as musical as your friends giggling,” he says as he begins to come to his senses again.
“Thank you for welcoming me to your valley. It was so lovely that I’d chosen it as were I’d spend my summer before I begin working for a living.”
“Ummm, I could use a drink. Would any of you care for some fruit juice,” he asks as he bends and take a bottle from one of the boxes of supplies and opens it then holds it out first to Lyral then to the three pixies offering any or all of them the first drink of the orange juice.
He continues speaking as he waits to see if they’d like to share his juice, “I’ve just finished school and will begin working as a U.S. Forest Ranger in the fall. I love the woods and decided a long time ago that’s what I wanted to be and do for the rest of my life.
“As for the unexpected pleasure of meeting the lovely little blue pixie, I think my granny and granpa prepared me a bit for that. They were both from the old country of Ireland and Scotland and I was raised on tales of magic, heroes and the wee folk and that type story has always been one of my favorites to read ever since.”
Realizing he just nattering like an old gossip at the back fence he stops speaking and pushes the juice bottle out to Lyra and then the three pixies once again.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

"Thank you, Scotty," Lyral said as she accepted the bottle of orange juice from him. She took a drink directly from the bottle, licking her lips as she finished. She then leaned down to pick up a bowl from his kit. "May I?" she asked, taking his slight nod as permission. She poured more of the juice into the bowl, then set it down on a rock for the pixies to gather round. With giggles, they did, dipping their tiny hands into the juice and raising them to their lips to drink.

Lyral looked back at Scotty. "So your family told you all about us, did they? That's wonderful. It explains a lot. Only... I wonder if they told you all the stories. Did they, perhaps, tell you about dryads? And what they were said to do with the menfolk they captured in the woods?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

“Oh yes indeed. Granny and granpa told me about how they lived in the oldest oaks and would bespell men then use them for, what she called, the basest reasons until the man had died.
“I hope that’s not to be my fate Lyral,” he said as he sat cross legged on the ground and fed more wood into campfire to give more light and heat.
“I also know about trolls and dwarfs, gnomes and elves, the nixies, merfolk and more. Oh and of course dragons, I,” as granny would have put it, “kinna be forgettin’ aboot the fearsome dragons,” he said smiling up at her as his peripheral vision soaked in her breathtaking nudity without his staring.
Each time she moved her breasts swayed or jiggled. When her feet moved so did her legs and if he was looking at her, which he did almost constantly, he’d get glimpses of her sex and his was getting larger, thicker and throbbing more with each passing minute as a light dew of sweat appeared on his forehead from the inner heat as much as from that of the fire he'd just built up.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Lyral giggled. "Of course their version of the story always has the poor captured man dying. You don't think that's what we did with men we caught, do you? Doesn't it make more sense that they'd come to us, and when they returned home to their intolerant wives they'd be turned out onto the street? That the womenfolk would then spread cruel rumors about us, how we'd kill those we bedded, just to scare their husbands into avoiding lonely walks in the woods?"

Lyral eyed Scotty up and down, and then asked, "And what about you, Scotty? Is there a wife at home, ready to spread malicious rumors about me?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Scotty:

“I’d hope not Lyral. I had a professor who said that there’s at least a bit of truth to all myths and legends or they likely have died out from lack of retelling. However, as I said, I’d certainly hope not since if it is or was the truth it means I’m in deep trouble with out much of a way out since I don’t know any magic.
“Won’t you come and sit by the fire with me Lyral,” he asks changing the topic of conversation and seeking to have her closer to him.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyral

Lyral eyed the fire, then Scotty. Fire was no stranger to the dryad; she understood its purpose in nature, but when humanity utilized it fire often grew out of control. And indeed... it was one of the few things that could permanently harm or scar a dryad.

"If you don't mind, Scotty, I'm perfectly fine as I am," she said. "Actually... I was hoping you would be willing to take a short walk with me. For you see, Scotty, I've been charged with keeping this valley safe and unspoilt. And I've done that for longer than I care to remember. But there's one thing in this valley that I value over all else, and I believe that once you see it, you'll understand. Please..." She held out her hand to him, "Come with me."