Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

@Viskani for visibility since i know you guys are staking a claim here. Little bit of a mature warning as Envy is a weirdo, but I will keep things tame :)

Pitter patter, pitter patter. A go-getter, she was! Mountain-climber! Miss Nephele needed only the finest herbs for her and the new little younglings, and oh poor ol' Arktos looked weary beyond his years. The mountains held some of the most coveted plants, and perhaps if fate was kind, she'd see the familiar visage of icarus incarnate, Cassian- she remembered, for the taste of his blood on her tongue was hard to forget, the invitation of thrill was not one she found offered to her all too often, as few others shared in her particular reveries. She spared a moment of thought to him, how impactful, that golden boy had been— and now they had matching ear scars! Like friendship bracelets! It made her giddy, to say the least. She wondered where he had found himself.

But wishful conquests aside, Envy did in fact have a purpose out here beyond that of chasing lustful fantasy. One would wish she was only after herbs, but truth be told, she had come this far to evade the eyes of those that might look upon her with scorn. Dissect. Indulge. It was like playing with dolls, in some depraved, detached way. A fox, an unlucky coyote perhaps, she would mangle, because it was fun, and then she would cripple, and then she would-

She was getting ahead of herself here. But she needed an outlet. There was no running from that inner part of her that was simply malformed. Her thoughts had plagued her day and night, that unseen calling that drove her to harm. It was a fog that only dissipated when she practiced. Her passion was all consuming... dangerous. She had devil's blood, mother always said. She was the demon that strangled her true child in the womb, and stole her place when she was born... Perhaps her sire had been a hell-spawn in disguise.

That was why she had come so far- to protect the rest. Protect anybody who dared to trust her, from that which swallowed her whole and had always done so. She would vent her disgraces elsewhere, so that they did not haunt her home, and those who had taken pity on her wayward soul.

The imp scampered across ledge after ledge, weasling a scrawny, lithe frame between cracks and crags, and committing the vale to her memory, a fruitful place to gather her supplies—or so it should've been. Wolf scent clung here, and not that of Cassian, nor of any other she'd met when she herself had been a vagabond, cast to the wilds. This was unknown to her.

She proceeded with caution, looking over her shoulder, and keeping her wiry figure low. She was a scout now, as much as she was a healer.