My name is Grayewolfe. I am protectress of the forest and friend to all living things. I am part dryad, part human -- from my mother I have the memories of dryads, their powers to manipulate the elements and their abilities to shape change. From my father I have human emotions and needs.
I cannot deny that sometimes these two factions within my character seem to wage war upon each other. The dryad in me is scornful of passion, devoting itself to the natural world -- the animals, the plants, the seasons ... humans are passion's slaves, unable to defend themselves against greed and lust. Dryad laws forbid contact with the lowland humans. However, my human side yearns for touch, for the love of another, for companionship and sharing. Romance is in my human soul, and yet I cannot indulge because of my dryad nature. *sigh* Such is the complexity of my life.
Thus, I prefer to live alone, far from my dryad relatives, far from the touch of man. My home is in the forest, behind a cascade of falling water which serves to hide my dwelling from the eyes of others. My companions are Louve, a rambunctious young wolf pup I rescued one winter; and Quinn, a white-breasted osprey, who had been trapped in a hunter's snare last summer.
Quinn
Louve refuses to stay still long enough for me to draw him. But he did agree to leave a paw print.
My duty is to protect the creatures which dwell in this forest, particularly the young and the helpless. But I have given myself a second duty as well, one which lies outside the dryad laws. That is to give aid to people who need it, people in trouble, in distress, or in pain. I try not to infringe dryad laws by only appearing to people in dreams, but sometimes, when the need is great, rules are meant to be broken -- like now.
You ask about shape-changing? *gentle laugh* Oh yes, all dryads have the gift of altering their shape into any animal or bird they wish. I usually take the form of a wolf, hence my name Grayewolfe. No, I will not tell you my birth-name, only my parents ever called me that, and it is a little embarrassing.
That's enough about me. What about you? Why not tell me more about yourself?