A Nymph!

Venus turned, blade drawn, to confront whatever foe had thought to catch her off-guard. What she saw though was enough to do just that. It was no demon or wolfen beast that stood before her, but a nymph! One of the tree spirits that could be found in any forest. Still, it had surprised her that she would find one here, as they rarely revealed themselves unless they had good reason to.

There was a moment of silence before the nymph spoke, and in that silence Venus had a moment to take in the details. Dressed in a garb of green, red, and yellow leaves that could only be called a dress by the very loosest terms, the creature was gorgeous, of that there could be no doubt, her blonde hair was full and glowing, seeming more like strands of gold than hair to her. Her figure was lithe but also curvy, with large, full, breasts and wide hips that ended in long, toned, legs. Her skin was a healthy golden color that only seemed to accentuate the already breathtaking beauty of her body, her flowing hair, and her wide green eyes.

"Why have you come to my forest, hunter?" The Nymph asked with seriousness in her voice, but her eyes glittered mischievously.

Venus sheathed her sword once more, not wishing to do harm upon one of the forest folk, "I am Venus of the Shadow Hunters. I have entered your forest to seek a werewolf, your grace."

"Please, call me Lyrith, hunter," The nymph said, no longer masking her glee and delight as she gracefully circled around Venus.

"Very well, Lyrith. You are one of the nymphs of this forest, yes? Do I have your permission to walk freely through them?" The huntress noticed a subtle change in the air, the fragrant scent of lilacs and jasmine that seemed to follow in Lyrith's path as she danced around her.

"You wish to walk in my forest, my hunter?" Lyrith giggled, adding 'my hunter' to the title she had given Venus now, continuing to circle about her. "Perhaps. Perhaps. But I would make a request of you, in return, my hunter."

Venus looked upon the nymph carefully now, though the creatures were often kind and gentle, they could be capricious and mischievous, as well, "What request would that be?"