The silver haired woman moved quickly through the foilage of the forest. The leaves and flora brushing her bare skin. She was tan micro mini skirt complete with a slightly see through dark shirt with some writing on it. She wore hiking boots to move around easier, she wasn’t using a flash light instead she was using the moonlight to guide her actions. Attempting use the darkness to avoid in sexual predators that roamed the island and might be on a midnight prowl. Nin was onto something about this island what she didn’t, but she was sure to find out, best way to find out was getting to what was called the N.I.C.E labs.

Why hadn’t she gone there well, for starters there wasn’t way over there that she saw. but she wanted to check out the boating area for a boat. She didn’t want draw it inhabitants attention again so was going to go where she was lease likely to be captured. Tough getting back her clit ring would be nice she simply wasn’t in the mood to service the creature to get back... Yet. Still she needed to get through the forest without getting a cream pie. Sitting still for a moment the young woman checked the make sure the close was clear, before moving along into the noisy night.

Old Tob lay in the center of his glade. On first glance one might have mistaken him for a huge moss-covered log, but on closer examination, one could see the decidedly draconic features of his current form. The night breeze was soft and warm and the moon was bright above. Yet his repose was anything but pleasant, born more of melancholy than contentment or fatigue. How long had he been alone? The plants were friendly enough, but he longed for the company of someone more sapient. Someone intelligent and soft and warm . . .

Suddenly the old spirit lifted his faux-reptilian head. The trees whispered to each other of a silver-haired interloper in their midst. Apparently avoiding the well-traveled paths, she had strayed into the older forest - into his forest. Tob felt a burst of anticipation. Perhaps this night would not be so lonely after all. The great spirit addressed the wilds in their inaudible language and they relayed his words to each other, rushing to do his bidding.

Out where the young woman picked her way through the brush, the trees and undrgrowth moved subtly, imperceptably. Forming not so much a path but a route of least resistance that would lead her toward Tob's glade. Of course she could choose to ignore it, but would find other directions of travel - even back the way she came- to be much more difficult. Branches and nettles were poised to snag and tear at her clothing and scratch at her flesh while hidden roots would make footing difficult.

Nin wasn't expecting to find a light path through the forest. it was odd as it seem to just itself to her. The detective was determined to avoid anything in this area period. So the road less traveled was the route she was to take. in the end she found her clothes being snagged and torn. At one point she was sure the forest had suddenly became angry at her. That worried her but she kept forward. Because of the warm night and worry of mosquitoes she was wearing stockings which where finding stylish new holes in them. Not to mention her shirt had a nice couple of holes in them, leaving her left breast nipple exposed to the air.

"Off!" Somewhere between getting snagged on her skirt while her foot collided with vine tripping her." whats with this place all of a sudden." She snapped recovering from her fall. Did she make a wrong turn and run into a thicker part of the forest or was something purposely impeding her way. Knowing this island it was the latter. Looking herself over she was covered in mud, and her clothes was torn. Not in shreds but they where clearly un-salvageable except the stockings they could be washed and warn again.

Tob chuckled lightly to himself as the trees relayed the young woman's plight to him. Far from anger, he felt amusement at her determination to avoid the easier path. It wasn't as though she had refused a direct invitation, after all. He didn't know what she was doing so far out into the woods and that made him curious as well. Still, it seemed likely she was going to continue on her way without further incentive.

Directing air through the horns of his currently draconic head, Tob began to play. Warm, inviting notes rung out in a melody that spoke of the spirit's loneliness and curiosity. The magical tones drifted out to pluck at the student's heart strings, working to draw her attention and interest to their source. Though not truly hypnotic, the melody engaged the listener on a primal level: one of urges and desires rather than reason and caution. At the same time, the woods themselves continued to make it difficult to move in any direction but toward the sound.

The silver haired girl stood up sighing and dusting the dirt off the best she could. This was clearly annoying to her, she only intend to figure out a way to this N.I.C.E lab and find what was going on there. Perhaps find answers to why these creatures hunted and abused girls, even if that abuse was quiet pleasant. She wanted to know why and how, to make matters worse se wasn’t going to stop until she did. She began setting down her intend path, unaware of the being that guided her earlier misfortune was striking again thanks to the tree’s communing with the earth creature. Had she’d known such a being resided in this particular area she wouldn’t have come this way. She was finding the terrain to be slightly less treacherous at first; the teen bitterly trudge through the woods as the soft sound of gentle music filled the nights air.

At first she was confused then found the music to be sweet and gentle. Her body began to warm, odd, it could have been the nights air so it was quickly dismissed. her heart beat sped up; it felt so emotional. So much so she felt compelled to locate the source. She was already on a mission, therefore that took priority yet as walked along she found herself drifting closer to the music, ever-time she tried to ignore it she would be snagged or found a impassible approach. All of it was drawing the scantly clad woman towards the source of the wonderful music.

She always loved the hollow sounds of wood wind instruments so there was no real worry. Through out it all, she was paying no attention to how increasingly horny her body became. The girls loins where burning, her sex wet with anticipation and yarning. Her chest heaving heavily making her bust look appetizing. these large cup cakes where topped with harden pink nubs that began leaking her motherly substance. IT was getting to the point that she was rubbing herself, just gentle soft creases through the fabric, as the music brought out her slutty side.A part of her was sounding the alarm but she stopped paying attention to that a long time ago. Finally she came to what appeared to be the source though she saw nothing at first.