The Six Sectors

Chapter Seven - Nassa

Saturn belongs to GoodTheSecond

Five days. That's how long the seventeen year old Nassa Meridian had been out of Lerivia. However, she had finally come close enough to her home Sector to be able to see it's vast woodlands.

A smile made its way across her lips, yet her stomach growled in anger. Oh yeah. Nassa hadn't eaten in a while too. She knew she was nearing the end of her restraint, and she would need to eat soon.

Nassa took in a deep breath through her nose, smelling for anything nearby she could eat. She scowled, someone was coming near. A certain satyr, one she absolutely loathed, became visible trotting over to her.

"Ey, afternoon Nass, Kipe!" The blonde satyr grinned enthusiastically, "I've been waiting for ya for hours!"

"Don't call me Nass," Nassa growled.

"Well aren't you in a bad mood!" He exclaimed, his enthusiasm failing to falter.

"She's hungry," Nassa spoke, "Haven't eaten in a while."

"Ah, Nass, you gotta take care of yourself! Luckily, I know your horrible habits, and I know just where to find a nice herd of elk," The satyr set his hand on her shoulder.

"Saturn, if you don't move your hand, I will bite you."

"Alright, touchy, okay," Saturn removed his hand from her shoulder. He trotted up the dirt path towards the forest, "Follow me my half breed friend, adventure awaits!"

Nassa took slow steps on the path, her dirty sneakers causing small clouds of dust to form in their wake. She disliked, no, she hated Saturn with a passion. Yet, he was the only company she had other than herself, and though she hated to admit it, sometimes she needed it.

Nassa took in another deep breath, taking in the natural scent. It smelled of fresh rain and green grass, with a hint of dirt. The scent of Saturn was a unique one, often faint due to his determination to take a bath at least every other day. Cleanliness was rarely held in high regard in Lerivia, so Nassa had come to appreciate the satyr's odd habits.

Another scent crept up to her. A rabbit. Fresh meat she could consume to sate her hunger, slightly at least. Nassa was unhealthily skinny, though it didn't show too much when she was moving slowly, or very fastly. Nassa took the detour, moving off the path and creeping towards the scent.

The rabbit was large, like most Lerivian animals, since they roamed free without restriction. It had white fur with brown patches, and two long ears. Nassa moved silently and slowly towards the rabbit, like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey.

She pounced, and the rabbit only saw her when it was too late. Nassa had snatched it up with a strong grip, and the rabbit kicked and kicked but Nassa didn't let go.

A short layer of fur emerged on the girl, and her pupils thinned, becoming slit like in appearance. Her horn nubs lengthened and sharpened, into large deer like horns. Claws grew on her hands, and she looked at the rabbit hungrily.

She paused. There was a new scent in the air. Humans? Not many humans traveled to Lerivia. Nassa shook her head. If she didn't eat the rabbit, she could hurt whoever it was.

A sharp pang went through her arm. She yelped and released the rabbit, before looking at what had hit her. A dart of some kind! She immediately turned towards the human smell and stood up, several inches taller than she was before.

Scientists! Just as she was about to turn around and run away, she passed out and hit the ground, returning to her previous form.