Jade Fern Grove She-Zeus

The prospects of a hunt had taken her from the bypass into the neighbouring grove. She was well-fed once more so it was not hunger that drove her, but the need to fill caches and sink her teeth into warm flesh.

Trailing the scent of a young spike elk through the snow-swept trees that she blended into with such ease, Dione found her focus slowly crowded by thoughts of frustrations. It was strange, out of character, off script.

But then again, she was in a strange situation these pasy few days.

From the moment she was born, her parents had stamped a label on her. Each of her sisters were named after the wives of a god king, Dione was no different. She was given the name of a titaness, an oracle, a goddess of lust and fertility.

The she-Zeus.

She had supposed it suited her well. Throughout her entire life she had dominated her relationships, taken control of weaker partners and found pride in it, but now the cracks of insecurity were beginning to appear. Was she wrong to act the way she did? Did it make her undesireable? Was she meant to be gentle, soft, silent?

Dione spit a growl to the ground. She refused to entertain such thoughts or let them take away from her task; she threw a howl up into the air, an offer for others to join her hunt. Company would bring her outside of her head.