Hey, life got weird there for a bit! Glad to be back in the game, all the same! I am hoping to open commission soon, if anyone would like to discuss having stories or scripts written for them, I am happy to talk about it! For now, our intrepid catgirl thief's adventures continue...
Kalya woke with a snoring start to see the sky barely turning pink with morning light. She yawned and stretched where she lay, momentarily reveling in the gentle tickle of grass against her bare skin.
Her eyes snapped open.
Bare skin?
"What?!" Kalya sprang to her feet, ears twitching this way and that in alarm.
She was naked. Completely. She was naked in the middle of the woods reeking of flowers and sex with only hazy memories of the night prior. She clutched her head at the vague images swirling through her dizzy, dreamy brain. Flowers, and perfume, both pretty and intoxicating. A giggling voice promising her endless, eternal bliss. Her tail twitched as she remembered how it sounded, and at the things it told her.
It had been such a pretty voice.
She smiled, eyes slowly drifting shut.
Such a wonderful...
"No!" Kalya shook her head.
Of course. Plant fae. She had been doing so well!
Kalya huffed and looked around, covering her chest with her arms. To her chagrin, her clothes lay neatly folded on a patch of pristine moss near the edge of the clearing. She marched over to them and began furiously redressing, mumbling a wealth of ancient curses her mother would hang her for even thinking. By the time she had relaced her boots and righted her pack on her back, the catgirl had gotten herself worked into a proper temper. Not even the sweet-smelling flower tucked into her chest pocket calmed her.
"Get outta here!" She threw it aside and eyed the clearing. "I hope you're happy! I'm already behind." Kalya's ears twitched again, searching for any response. "Fae..."
She left the clearing and continued down the path through the woods.
It was easier trekking than she expected. What was supposed to be a two-day trip was already shaping up to be quicker. The Temple wasn't that far away from town--it was only that no one ever really came this way because of all the whispering legends surrounding it. Whispers about things like plant fae who would absolutely not get the better of Kalya again.
It had been a fluke. She had been tired! Who would blame her for that?
Besides, something about the fae lingered in Kalya's mind. What was her name? What had she said? Something about helping. Kalya slowed to get her bearings, eyes flitting about the woods and ears pricking up. Maybe the fae had helped, because when Kalya reached for her map and tried to figure where she was--at the moment, paused before a pristine trickling brook--she realized she was farther along than even she thought. The fae must have carried her while she slept--slept, not drifting, lost in a sexy, comforting, endless trance--at least halfway. That meant she would near the Temple by nightfall, if not sooner! They were a tricky lot, the fae, but they were mostly harmless fun. And, more often than not, they repaid you for the fun they had. If a night of barely-remembered bliss was the price of being taken this far, so be it. Kalya stowed the map and pressed on.
The trees grew older the farther she walked. Giant trunks covered in dark bark obscured the sun. Here and there, their roots tangled with the ancient paving stones that were Kalya's guides. She followed them dutifully, taking springing steps over the threatening roots and ducking through heady leaves and flowers. She rolled her eyes at them. They didn't seem dangerous, but she still would not trust them.
Her eyes narrowed, pupils widening, as light appeared through the trees. The forest came to a sudden end, taken over by tall, tickling grasses and a small, chipper-sounding brook. It was a massive clearing, a perfect circle, and it held in its center the Temple of Slerica. The Lamia Queen. It was an icon of a different age in these lands, although there were more reasons than the passage of time for why few remembered them.
The Temple itself was as gorgeous as it was grandiose. One grand pyramid rested in the center of five twisting spires. From a distance, in the sunset, they shone gold and opaline. Gemstones encrusted the tips of the spires, catching the light and reminding Kalya far too much of a lamia's eyes. She leaned forward unconsciously, blinked, and shook herself. In doing so, she noticed the next most impressive thing about the Temple: the wall.
It was nearly five times her height, made of imposing grey stone, and set with a magnificent wrought iron gate that, even from a distance, was thoroughly and clearly locked and rusted shut. Kalya sprinted the final meters from her vantage point to the gate, sloughed off her bag, and kicked it to release some of her temper. The only thing she received was a sudden, overwhelming pang in her toe and an echoing ring of a defensive enhancement that set her fur and tail stiffly on edge. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard--instantly repulsive and all-consuming.
She moved away from the gate, examined the wall, and screamed. "Gods damn it!"
The wall stayed firm, not that Kalya had expected anything else to come of her cursing. But she was not the kind to let something like this go so easily. She had come this far, and endured so much. A wall was nothing, and an enchantment barely nothing. Kalya shoved off her shoes, flexed the claws from her fingers, and took a running leap to the wall.
The wall, as it turned out, was completely smooth. She could find no purchase. Her toes scraped helplessly as her claws tried and failed to dig in. Soon, Kalya was flat on her back on the ground before the wall, panting and staring at the sky.
"That was fun to watch."
Kalya's eyes slid to her side. She scrambled to her feet and almost made for her bag knife, but stopped when she got the measure of the stranger. She had almost expected to run into a lamia already, but no. Before her, clad in a simple red tunic, strappy sandals, and carrying a gemstone-tipped staff, was a kitsune. She was around Kalya's age, a little taller than her, with soft autumnal fur that turned black at her paws and the tips of her ears. Her grin was playful and disarming even as her eyes sparkled with all the joy of opening a new present.
"H-Hello," Kalya said. "I uh... yeah. Not my most graceful moment."
"I should say," said the kitsune. "What, exactly, do we have here?"
"I would say that I'm an adventurer."
"Oh! I'm so sorry."
"Why does everyone say that?"
"Well, adventurers tend to be running from this."
"I'm actually running--"
"--into the wall?" The kitsune's eyes narrowed. "You're a thief."
Kalya blinked, then gave a nervous laugh. "Is it really stealing if the place is abandoned?"
"I honestly didn't think you'd cop to it that quickly." The kitsune looked up at the wall, smirking. "What's your name?"
"Kalya."
"I'm Mia. My den's not too far from here, and I spend a lot of time looking at this wall." Mia looked sideways at Kalya. "Perhaps I've found a way in."
Foxes. Tricky little--
"Is that so?" Kalya asked.
"Of course! Where do you think I found this wonderful thing?" Mia swung her staff before Kalya's eyes. "Not everyday you see a gemstone like this, do you?"
"N-no..." Kalya leaned in, the temptation of treasure too much for her, and her better judgement. "What is it?"
"I don't know. I hoped a thief like you might be able to tell me. I spend... hours?... staring at it and trying to figure out how much it's worth. See how it catches the light just... so?" Mia lifted the staff a little higher, drawing Kalya's eyes up with it. In doing so, she brought it into a shaft of setting sunlight in a way that sent scattering rays of light all about them. The sparkling immensity of the gem hit Kalya full in the face, almost blinding her. But there was so much she could admire about it, and the light it cast, and the warm, dazzling way her brain--
"No! No, no..." Kalya blinked and wrenched her eyes away. "I'm not falling for that again."
"Again!" Mia giggled, lowering the staff. "My, my, you're a clever one. I always thought catgirls like you couldn't possibly help but follow shiny things. Maybe that's why you're a thief."
"I'm an
adventurer
because it makes money," Kalya said. She shook her head and scratched behind her ear. As an extra precaution, she gave Mia her shoulder to put her and her stone out of her line of sight entirely. "You don't get as far as I do falling for little tricks like that."
"I hadn't meant it to be a trick."
"Sure, sure. You know exactly what that stone does to people."
"Do I?" Mia giggled again, this time from far nearer. "What does it to, little kitty?"
