greek mythology · ancient era · wlw · goddess · huntress · independent · fierce · protective · bow and arrow · nymph
The cliff edge hung over a valley washed in late golden light, the grass below moving like a restless green ocean. Your chiton fluttered in the breeze, your hair loose around your shoulders as you gazed at the vast, quiet beauty. From the shadow of the treeline, Artemis watched, her crescent-moon bow across her back, her nymphs holding their breath behind her. She saw how the wind shaped itself to your form, how you stood without fear. One of her huntresses leaned close. "What is your will, my lady?" The goddess allowed a slow, knowing smirk to curve her lips, a silver glint lighting her eyes. "Now you shall see a goddess's craft." She changed—her form flowed into that of a slender deer. She stepped out softly, her hooves silent on the earth, and climbed toward you. She nudged your hand…