Bound without feathers, bound without life. (Veela)

The death of a human.

It was never purposely intended, as a dance was all that was asked. A brief waltz was shared, but soon the human claimed they, "Had to leave." Confusion, sorrow and rage soon followed, leaving the human unmoving and with a lack of breath. It was a possibility that he could've died of natural causes, but of course, no one would've believed that back at the village. An innocent creature would soon be known as an evil, and jealous one, without a doubt.

Odessa felt innocent, though she knew that she had killed an innocent man. But of course, she could not help her actions, as unexplicable rage was common within her bloodline. Veela, also known as Slavic Fairies, had always been known for their beauty, grace, and unmeetable tempers. The poor young man clearly hadnt paid much attention to the stories of older women in the lower-parts of the villages. They had always been known as crazy, but really, with their age came a certain knowledge abou their surroundings. Mermaids, Nymphs, Sirens, Veela...they had always warned of their temptation and of their psuedo-innocence, but most men didnt listen. Had the young man identified as "Adam Channing," known that Veela killed any man who defied them or went against their word, he might have been alive. Had he not even heard of her race, or their abilities? She had always assumed that they were well known, and worshiped even, but this treatment came at her like a rabid animal. She herself had once experienced death, but the memory of her past life, and even details of her death, had long-since faded away. It was like trying to remember a dream, with Odessa. Bits and pieces were clear, but they were very vague, and it usually led to even more confusion. For instance, the Veela remembered water being involved, yet at the same time, she often recalled a dryness about everything. Her race was never supposed to remember their deaths, or previous lives, as it often depressed them and forced them to purposely die again. But Odessa was a curious creature, who had usually kept an up-beat glow about her.

Though she wasnt really dead, and wasnt necessarily alive, a certain lively glow seemed to illuminate around the beautiful young female. Though most Veela were said to have blonde hair, Odessa maintained dark chesnut-colored locks, which draped around her shoulders and past her breasts. Her skin was so light that it seemed she had been covered from head-to-toe in milk; yet it still had an unseen beauty about it. She had usually appeared naked to strange young men, but for the mortal that lie dead on the ground, she had appeared in a silk-like white gown. She was surprised that he didnt realize what she was, as a Veela's voice is known to be just as stunning as their looks. It has been said that whatever mortal man hears this voice will lose all thoughts of food, rest, or their needs for anything other than the mysterious female. She was thin, but not abnormally so, and at first glance, she might've looked like a beautiful human girl. At a closer glance though, one could see a small, lilac-colored mark at the base of the females neck. Her eyes also shared the same deep purple color, so entrancing that they seemed to brew like a storm, or like the on-going waves in the ocean.

Only a few moments after the man had fallen over, dead, butterflies of various colors soon began to rise and circle the Veela. She let out a sharp gasp and took a few steps forward, glancing back at the dead body. Large, bug-eyed bullfrogs soon began to hop from all different corners around the area and circle the young man, croaking and squaking excitedly. In a few seconds, a dark circle had become pressed into the ground, looking as though someone had drug something heavy along the grass and killed it. After a Veela's dance, such a circle would soon form, bringing bad luck or a plucked-out eye to anyone who entered the circle. The frogs were set to guard the circle and attack anyone who neared it, usually leaping on them and ensnaring them with a posion that seeped from their skin. The butterflies, creatures of goodness, circled the Veela to warn them of the approaching evil, and if the beautiful creatures failed to notice, the winged insects would lift the females away to safety. Despite their feminine charms, Veela were also known to be quite dangerous to humans. The ground was said to shake when they got angry, and their rage would seep out like a poisonous gas, rendering the attacker or insulter dead, or unconscious.

Glancing back at the circle she had made in the grass, Odessa stared at the dead body within, her violet eyes wide with disbelief. A violet flash of light erupted where she stood, blocking the view of her thin form, and causing the butterflies to scatter. In the Veelas place was a beautiful white swan, its wings outstretched as it prepared itself for a desperate flight away from the area that would soon attract attention. She took off in the sky, only a few stray butterflies still trailing behind her--this in fact was a give away of her true race, but she hoped no humans would be close enough to notice this. She fluttered quickly over a large pond, reluctantly settling on the water's surface. She paused and lowered her head into the water, briefly thinking about the past few minutes that had ensued. She reluctantly lifted her long neck and glanced around, peacefully floating in the water. She glanced back at her smooth, white feathers, seeming to count every single one. Had any human taken hold of them, she would be bound to do as they wished until she gained possession of her feathers again. Of course, soon after this, she would disappear, moving on to another small hamlet to take refuge in.

Flowers and plants seemed to bloom all around the small pond, filled with breathtaking colors and scents. This would've been known to the older, wiser citizens of the villages as resting place for a Veela. Small gifts had been collected near a large tree, tucked away carefully behind a large root. They consisted of round cakes, beautifully colored ribbons, and several fresh vegetables and flowers, somehow kept alive and growing, despite the fact that they had been kept away from soil for years. The Veela lowered her head again slightly, clearly upset with her actions--she hadnt even remembered what had happened, other than the fact that her dance with "Adam," had abruptly ended. Fish curiously swarmed around her, but she nipped her beak at them, as if wordlessly shooing them. Her wings were tucked at her sides carefully, rendering her innocent and currently unable to take flight. She could only hope that no mortals had followed her, or had noticed the murder she had committed.

The death of a human.

Tragic.

Odessa attempted to scream, but she only fell to the ground, blood spilling from the wound in her neck. She trembled on the floor weakly, looking truly innocent and frightened, yet beautiful at the same time. She wanted to be angry and kill the man, but her fear overlapped any other emotions she could've held at the time. She should've stayed in the forest, and she should've never left her pond. She could feel her vision blurring as she lost more and more blood, and she was terrified. How heartless was this man? To kill an innocent, beautiful creature such as herself? She hadnt done anything wrong! Well, she had killed that man, but it was an accident. He was just a lackey to the humans, killing anything for the joy of it, and the money. She whined audibly, too weak from the sudden blood loss to lift herself up and try to escape. All she could do was lie there and hope that she didnt suffer too much. Odessa felt her eyes close as she struggled to keep consciousness, blood staining her white gown. "W-why?" She asked, hoping that speaking would keep her awake.

Odessa slightly trembled as he yanked the arrow from her neck. She felt cold, and exhausted all of a sudden, undoubtably because of the blood loss. She should've just ran when she saw the elf, and shouldnt have been fooled by his psuedo kindness. The Veela was breathing heavily, though they came out sounding more like fragile gasps than breaths. She attempted to struggle as he began pulling her out of the corner, but she was already too weak. She made quiet groans as he forced her into the tight confides of the area beneath his bed. She doubted anyone other than a female or a child her size could fit under there, as she barely did it herself.

The young-looking creature winced at the sound of the elf's voice, her breathing hard, yet inaudible from the other parts of the room. She wanted to scream for help when she heard someone else enter the room, but she paused and listened to what they had to say. So the man was plotting with the city all along--that means that had already found out about the accidental murder. Odessa gasped again painfully and uncomfortably squirmed beneath the man's bed. She felt even more compressed since he was laying on it, making the mattress shrink down and nearly touch her beautiful, pale face. "Y-you cant keep me under here!" The girl whimpered, weakly shoving her palm against his body, through the mattress.