It had been a very nice vacation. No homework, no pestering teachers, no annoying girls crying to her about things she really didn't need to hear about. She just got up, told the resident advisor that she was heading out for a while to clear her head, packed up some things and then simply left. The pinked haired young woman had no idea why she didn't think of it sooner. And things had gone better than she had expected. While she was out camping by her favorite waterfall--located somewhat closely to the patch of flowers she grew--nothing and no one had approached her (not even the occasional lust hungry tentacle monster). At all. And it felt bloody brilliant! Like a real vacation!

Right now, this would be her 'last day' camping out. She had already been gone a little while (about a week, she supposed) from school and she was sure the RA was ripping her hair out trying to figure out where she could have gotten off to for so long. The afternoon was slowly turning into early evening, the sky a hue of orange and yellow. This was the hour of twilight and the air was warm, so she was stuck in between a state of dozing and wakefulness. She could register what was going on around her and to herself, but would be too lethargic to do much of anything.

Persephone was lying on her sleeping bag, outside of her tent, wearing nothing, but a simple pink spaghetti strap dress that fluttered easily in the breeze and showed off her long, pale, creamy legs that just seemed to go on, her soft round shoulders and her slender neck. Her hair was loose and splayed around her head like a pink halo, sky blue eyes half-lidded as she watched the clouds roll on by. The breeze she felt swept her body was nice, rolling past her legs, up her thigh and tickling her bare breasts underneath the dress. The girl had foregone wearing underwear during her vacation, sometimes even going naked, as if to taunt anything that might be watching her (and being very surprised when no one took the bait--maybe they had been alerted she was on vacation? Porbably not, but it was plenty funny to consider).

The girl sighed. It had turned out to be the perfect vacation...

Quaetea had been watching this girl for a little while, perhaps a day two at most in one form or another though mostly in forms that wouldn't be noticed. this day had begun with her in her birth form hiding within shadows thinking of what to do with her. inexperience often gave her a bit of a mind for creativity combined with a mind for mimicry. Though this day was the right day to strike she assumed, she even assumed the proper term was strike. She slunk to the edge of the clearing behind a tree and pulled herself out of the shadows wearing over her usual garments what looked to be a loose school uniform, a set of stolen clothes to help her fit in when she wished to. She whistled noticably as she wandered into the clearing. Her own hair a slightly darker tone of pink that the girl's ears pinned back tail concealed from view.


She approached Persephone from behind her head looking down at her she offered a wave and friendly smile the blouse open for the most part giviing view of what she wore beneat, the black & white garments that consealed just enough to taunt.

"Hi there, didn't expect to see another girl out here, It's kind of like they're all afraid of leaving the forest road... don't you think they're missing out on so much."

The playful smile remained as a strange unexpected gust came and seemed to push up her dress showing her lack of underwear a blush passing quaetea's face. Akti were capable of blushing just as easily as a human was at the same sights and words. it was a simple game of getting a bit of trust, seeing if she could avoid a chase this day.

Of course. Peace never lsted long with Persephone--not with her infamous streak of luck. Slowly, languidly, the young woman sat up to regard the 'girl' who had approached her from out of nowhere. Persephone's hair had gotten longer over time; never cut because she was often to busy with one thing or another. It usually just barely brushed her shoulders, but after some months living on Shokushu it had gotten to be some inches past her shoulders. She did take the time to dye it pink though, because to let the others see her blond roots was untolerable.

The woman smiled, still stuck somewhat in a sleepy mindset. "Hmmm....I don't know if they're missing out or not....but I'm glad they don't go off the forest road. They'd trample my flowers and bother me and while I am on vacation, that is highly inexcusable." All of this was said in a sweet, danger laced voice that promised death to anyone who trampled her flowers or disturbed her while she was sleeping (which had been a lot back at the dorms). Persephone had always been honest, but it seemed she had a looser tongue when she hadn't quite woken up just yet.

Persephone sighed. "And why are you out here, pretty thing?" Oh, yes. Definitely sleep deprived...or wanting to just fall asleep. "You new here? I don't think I've seen you anywhere before..." The young woman was practically purring now. Were she in her right mind she would have been disgusted with herself. One of her self-imposed rules was 'no touching another student--ever'. Of course...that rule seemed to go out the window when she was...like this.

Of course she was a bit surprised by the seemingly docile girl's words and tone. She'd shrug slightly scratching at the bridge of her nose. Trampling flowers was an impossibility when one could walk with the bottoms of their feet sinking into the shadows the flowers created or when she could wander at least an inch above most of their petals. Her blush faded and she'd nod to her questions trying to act as human as she possibly could, not too experienced with such things of course.

"Oh yes I'm new quiet new, and I guess I'm out here to explore I've heard a lot of nasty rumors I'm sure can't be true about such a beautiful island. and well I wanted to see the hidden beauty of it. May I ask why you're here?"

This girl seemed a bit too easy; half assuming the girl might just be another of the Island's creatures doing just as she was, trying to lure a student to them to feed a hunger. she took caution from this point on in this form unable to sense human from inhuman without obvious signs. Persephone's rules would have no bearing to Quaetea given she wasn't truely a student of course not that the barely clothed pin hair girl would know this... yet.

"Oh forgive me, My name is Quan?"

Choosing a human name to adopt wasn't the easiest feat for her it had taken her the last month to find a name that suited her and in the end it was the closest thing to pronouncing her real name that the earth tongue could come up with. Inexperience again was a hindering force for her every action since she arrived but, then what immortal species would have experience with such a thing?

Persephone smiled. "Well, new girl...I hope your stay so far has been pleasant," she said, lying back down and enjoying another breeze, not caring if she made 'Quan' blush right to her roots if she caught her with her dress flying up again. The pink haired student was really used to such things now. She blamed the monsters for that one. Then again, it might have to do with the fact that Persephone had no real shame to begin with--if at all.

The young woman patted a seat next to her. "Sit down. It's a long way fro the main campus and if you walked all the way out here...well, I'll bet you're pretty tired."

Not waiting for an answer, Persephone slid over a bit to give the other girl some sitting room, blue eyes never leaving the changing sky.

"And my name's Persephone. But most just call me 'Seph'."

She listened to the woman and took a seat next to her not paying attention to her dress if it moved or not. thinking a little and she'd offer a nod.

"Oh it's been very pleasant so far, I can't see why so many students look ready to jump out of their skin. a bit upsetting really, was hoping I'd find students who liked to hike when they were bored."

She shrugged sighing a little leaning back to rest her weight on her wrists gazing up at the sky. uncomfortable was an understatement having her ears and tail held as they were but, she might not have to deal with it for too long luckily for her at least.

"Exhausting walk you wouldn't believe some of the strange sounds though, wind makes funny sounds doesn't it, almost like screams of terror and moans of carnal pleasure... you've probably heard a few of them huh, suppose that would be enough to make people almost believe the stories they tell around campus."

Persephone listened intently, the wind picking up her hair as well. It felt like a lover's gentle caress--if she knew what it felt like. Or remembered. There was a blank in her memory and she knew she had forgotten something, but had no idea what. A lover's gentle touch...how would she know, if she hadn't felt it before...? Ah, but what was the use of remembering things she couldn't?

"I suppose so..." Persephone said, smiling sardonically. "But...all stories have their basis in in truth, unfortunately..." Absently, the girl had turned on her side and was facing Quaetea and placed a finger on the immortal's stomach, tracing soft gentle circles with the tip of her finger. She didn't really think on it, just did it out of pure boredom and listlessness. The finger moved up and down, making figure eights and circling around where her navel should be, under the shirt.

"Sometimes, it really is just the wind...others, not so much....have you ever heard the screams of passion before?" she asked innocently, as if just talking about some passing fancy. A simple curiosity. Her hand trailed down Quaetea's side, lightly caressing and then removing itself entirely, a smirk on the girl's features.

She thought back scratching her chin the girl looking similar to one of her species she had met before early in her life; the pink hair mostly and her openness. the figer tracing her stomach around her naval the feeling was soothing enough taking her mind gently to her past the soothing songs from her home. of which would make this girl next to her's head pop like a bubble if she were to attempt to sing it.

"But really? monsters that take girls and rape them with tentacles? how can anything be true about that I mean it must be the male teachers if anything."

She blushed pomagranite red and nodded slightly at seph's next question an honest blush and next came an honest answer.

"well uhhh, just umm once i mean when it wasn't through a door or in the showers or something."

Quaetea was really growing suspicious of the girl and readied herself to shift her shape should the girl suddenly wrap her in tentacles and try to take her as she would a normal student though the worry wasn't showing on her face.

"wh...why would you a...aask that if you don't mind me asking..."

she'd shift away just a little that the only sign of worry she would show.

"I've seen pretty strange things on this island...one of them happens to be my flower bed. They sing...although I don't remember how or why they came to be like that...but I love my flowers to death, so I'd be sad if they just got ripped up or something...by careless people..."

Persephone chuckled, noting the blush on the other girl's face, finding it pretty funny. Gods, if the other girls could see her now. They'd never let her hear the end of it. They'd poke and prod her about keeping her promises and self-imposed rules. Well, to hell with them anyways.

"Oh, did you hear it outside, then? In the woods? By the pool...on the track field? In some cozy cove...?" If the real Persephone could hear herself she'd be smacking herself upside the head for sounding...what? Seductive? Gods, yes. Persephone was never the type to go about seducing people--people usually tried doing that to her. Or raping her. Usually the latter, though.

"Why am I asking? Call it curiosity."

Persephone got closer to the girl and rested her head on her petite shoulder.

"You're really comfortable, you know that?" Persephone asked, suddenly slipping into her sweet, sleepier persona. She cuddled against Quaetea's side. "Like....like a really big pillow...." On a whim, she kissed her neck, softly and sweetly. "So soft..."

flowers that sung, were unique certainly and she'd make a not not to harm them ever even by accident. an understanding nod and a moment of silence allowing her to talk as she wished. the words finding a nice place in her mind so she could mull them over for a time.

"outside... coming from the forest it worried me so I didn't go see what it was; it was the only time curiosity didn't get the better of me."

She answered with a small fib the human's tone of voice surprising, the first time she'd heard such a tone from one it was interesting but, didn't make her drop her guard. that held until the pink haired woman began to lean against her soft shoulder.

"Soft? no... no I really didn't; no one ever mentioned it before or gt close enough to notice I guess."

the blush returned though not as strong though that changed when her neck was kissed so softly. If that wasn't trust nothing was she no longer thought this girl was a creature of the island but, a student whom was practically throwing herself at the alien girl though the act couldn't be dropped yet she continued to act like the shy girl Quan.

'Outside? I wouldn't be surprised....you get a lot of noises around here...especially at night where no one can hear you scream..."

The evening was starting to turn into night now, the sky taking on darker hues from the bright dusty reds and oranges of the evening. How long as they two been together like this? Probably a little while already.

"Mmm-hmm...you are soft." To prove this, she kissed the alien girl's neck again, an arm drapping itself around Quaetea's waist to pull her closer. On a whim, Persephone's tongue came out to taste the naive alien's skin. "And sweet...like strawberries..."

And then the coolness began to settle in. And Persephone finally 'woke-up' from her amorous state. The young woman in pink blinked, as if waking up from a trance. She looked up at the alien girl's face a moment, registering something in her mind and then, slowly, so very slowly, backed away. She said up, grumbling to herself.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry Quan. Geez, you must think I hit on all the girls I see or something. I'm really sorry 'bout all that."

All of a sudden her personality shifted... from sweet seductive and curious to shy shocked and apologetic an odd shift indeed. the chill in the air mostly ignored by her though the breeze making seph's dress dance a bit. she shook her head to the girl as she backed away beginning to explain herself and seem just a bit panicked. she'd shift to her knees wiping away the bit of moisture from her neck apparently tasting of strawberries to humans; yet another oddity she had just learned.

"Oh that's alright... It wasn't like you tried to actually get into my clothes."

of course since she arrived that had been quaetea's plan though of course plans often changed for those who barely knew what they were doing. she stretched her neck and chuckled nervously still blushing faintly motioning to her dress, her womanhood showing as the dress fluttered as a kindness not wishing another of her 'competition' to see it and strike it just didn't seem right.

"Agh!" Persephone shot her hands down in a very good imitation of Marilyn Monroe, trying to keep her privates proeprly covered up. Good god, had she been throwing herself at this poor kid. For that was how Quaetea appeared to her--it was that of a kid. Someone younger than her. Persephone really didn't fancy the idea of touching another student--especially one that was younger than her and could have passed, maybe, as her yougner sister.

Well, except maybe for the pink eyes. Those were new.

"Knowing me when I am...'like that'...I probably was," Persephone stated truthfully. "Really, I don't usually go throwing myself at other people like that. I am not desperate or, you know, some sort of nymphomaniac....it just sort of happens when I'm all warm and...well...half-asleep. I don't realize what I'm doing and just...do it."

Seph's cheeks were colored a bright red as she tried, and failed, to remember what she had done. Had she gotten itno the girl's pants. Obviously not. Had she stuck her hands where they weren't supposed to be? She REALLY had hoped not. But, as she went through a mental checklist, there came this startling realization that made her want to go take a very cold bath.

Somehow, she had become rather aroused and her womanhood was actually throbbing for attention, all the while seducing the person she assumed was a student like her. And now that she was alert and awake, well...

I hate my life. she thought. Of all the times to get turned on...

she couldn't help but laugh a little at Seph's reaction though she was indeed blushing still. neither of them probably realized they saw something in the other that didn't really exist, seph saw her as a younger sibling while Quaetea saw her old teacher in the human. it was a bit of a laugh really even in that how ironic it really was.

"Well, guess your instincts take over when you're half awake then... I heard some water before... could always go for a swim try to forget it happened if you want... not that you did anything really besides lick my neck a little. you said I tasted like strawberries..."

She explained not sure she wanted to hear any of this. she stood to stretch her legs.

"But... yah... you were really trying to seduce your way into my lingerie...?"

\she half asked half stated; sure she had forced her way into a girl or two's clothes since arriving but, being seduced was a first.

Thank you god, for small favors. Persephone thought. A cold swim would do her some good. Get her to really wake up and not even think about taking advantage of someone younger than her.

"Y-yeah...I guess my instincts do just take over, heh heh..." It was embarrassing to be told how she acted, but she supposed she deserved it. She could only hope that Quan--was that her name?--hadn't been too traumatized by her sleazy act.

"I...I guess..." Persephone muttered, getting up and heading towards the waterfall close by. She walked a little funny, mainly because she could feel the heat between her legs begging for some attention, her folds already a little slick from her sleepy arousal. Gods, where was a random tentacle monster when you needed it to chase away silly school girls and to fuck you senseless? Honestly...