Nînael

Nînael once dwelt in a deep forest, formless save for a flurry of blossom would flutter around his silhouette. It was there that he resided, careless and without strife. This, however, would change when a human male stumbled upon a grove deep within the forest, a grove in which Nînael dwelt. He was a wonder to behold, a veritable narcissus. Enthralled by the beauty of this mortal man, Nînael attempted to take form in order to interact with him. Never having encounted another motal he could but mimic the form of the man before him, which, as expected, did not sit well with the narcissus. Horrified by what he saw unfolding before him, he darted off, out of the clearing and into the thick of the forest. Nînael, unable to complete his metamorphosis, had become a distinct amalgamation of himself and the blossom still swirling him. Where Narcissus' eyes were noisette in colour, Nînael's were rose. The loose strands of newly-formed hair that now caressed the forest spirit's shoulders were powder pink, rather than the chestnut brown of the mortal's. Incomplete, out of touch, and estranged from what he knew, Nînael departed from the sanctuary, forever seeking the mortal that stole his very soul.

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