Once upon a time, there was a dimension exploring elf called Phoenix. She graduated from the Academy of Interdimensional Travels at the young elf age of a nine-four years old and has spent the past over a hundred years exploring various dimensions. She was a born adventure; she loved discovering new places and recording her findings for the Academy Archive. However, despite now being two-hundred-and-six years old and having gone on many adventures, they often don't go exactly as planned...
SPLAT!
She fell face first into the ground. Her body slowly rose from the muddy trail below her. Heavy rain poured down on her as she got to her feet. She took in her surroundings; it was dark, with only the moonlight giving illumination. She had teleported to brand-new dimension and found herself along a muddy trail on a country road.
She looked down at the brass pocket watch in her hand: "World #652" it read. She closed it and put it away in her pocket. She started trekking through the mud to accomplish her first mission: finding shelter.
Phoenix wad around six feet tall, the average height for an elf. She, like many elves, was extremely androgynous. She had a masculine build, but her face was round with soft skin. She sported both a pair of large breast and a penis and would swap between he/him and she/her pronouns quite often. Her silver hair was messy and short, her pointy ears poking out. She wore a leather trench coat, boots, a tweed waistcoat, floppy fedora, and her trusty sachet; a typical explorer attire.
She was growing cold and began to shiver, the rain hitting hard on her like small bullets. Her muddy clothes became damp and uncomfortable. She was determined to keep trekking on until she found shelter, even if it was easier to find a quiet spot under a tree.
But as if by a miracle, she arrived at the foot of an old, oak drawbridge. It led towards an imposing, stone-built castle with lights from the inside. She smiled widely.
"At last!" she cheered.
She marched across the bridge, desperate to get out of the rain. She reached the giant doors of the castle and knocked on it desperately. Suddenly, the doors creaked open by themselves.
She took it as an invitation to come inside, out of the rain. The entrance hall was stony and echoey. Her muddy footprints marked marks on the tiled flooring. The hall was lit warmly by a row of candle stands that lead towards a small staircase.
"Hello? I apologise for intruding but it's most certainly raining cats and dogs outside" Phoenix called out.
She looked around, admiring the structure of the historic castle. It was certainly upkept well over the centuries.
"I don't intend to stay long. Just want to dry myself up a bit, is all."
SLAM! Phoenix almost jumped out of her skin. The front doors slammed behind her, again all by themselves.
"Oh, you poor thing" echoed a voice.
Phoenix quickly turned back to the stairs. A figure emerged at the top of them. It was a woman, a young one. She slowly descended the stairs. She had thick, flowing black hair. She wore dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner, bringing colour to her rather pasty face. She worse a black dress that tightly hugged her curvy body.
Phoenix took her soaked fedora to greet her.
