11 With a Magic Rod

Elves are an evolution composed of absolute purity.

We are not some paper-flimsy fae, fair folk, or some other lazy descriptor from human legends and what our nimble, way better forms, suggest.

We are pure.

Arctic Elves are pure in the sense you would imagine purity, innocence. Fire Elves are pure endurance, tough in the face of the shit the world throws at them. Wood Elves are pure in the sense that they hate cutting trees and are super nature loving freaks. Dark Elves are pure selfishness. Light Elves are just an elite rank that repudiates their born beliefs and want to be civilized more than anything. I don't know why the Connection calls them light, their more like social elves.

Or modern day Canadians.

All types of elves are from following one evolutionary path that relies on our superior intellect and a single minded drive to exist for.

Even the elusive fourth tiers are pure. Look at the High Elves, we are pure, well-deserved ego. You wish you could have the longevity, power, and good looks that this guy's got.

We don't talk about the Abyssals, they're just pure crazy. I don't believe what the Connection says about them either, pure intensity? Ya right, they're intense sure, but they are waaaaay too crazy to be described with that word.

-Exert from "What is an Elf?," by the Shandalor of the World Tree located in former Panama, 1406 FE.

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As Odd was chuckling on the ground, the dryad lept in the air and pounced on top of him before they started kissing in a sickeningly sweet scene of innocent affection.

Naturally, she was able to leap on top of him as much as dryads were able to leap. The constant requirement to have roots attached to her actual tree body made it a little awkward to 'jump,' in the first place.

Odd looked into her, soft, yellow eyes and observed the dryad again. She obviously became different while they were slamming their bodies against each other but he finally took in the full change.

The dryad was beautiful before, but more like a doll. Now, she looked more... real. Odd felt kind of bad for just noticing that, especially how cute she was currently acting.

[Observe] activated

Name: Cirha

Race: Lust Dryad, T2 Elite

Race description: A race of dryad that follows the 'social,' and 'lust,' evolutionary paths. Lust Dryads are the most unpredictable of their kind. They are at the precipice of Enlightenment or further monstrosity. Some Lust Dryads lure every beast, man, and monster to drain their seed and devour them, others just get what they want and let their prey go, while others are picky with what type or individuals they lure, often making impulsive decisions on what to do with prey, despite their sedimentary nature as rooted plants. They are characterized by their abilities to show their emotions, thoughts, and deceptions better with their puppet bodies attached to their trees.

[Stats: Much higher [Body] and equal [Mind] and [Soul] stats to you. Also has a [Nature Affinity] of about 3.5.]

'Duh,' Odd thought inwardly. It couldn't be any more obvious, of course she reached an evolution, but... a minor evolution changed so much about her though? And...

"How did you think of a name so fast?" he blurted out. "You've been so different for like, barely any time at all!"

"Its not like a was born yesterday like some white-faced Gobs! I had lots of ideas for names before. I just didn't feel like I needed one or picked it until today!" Cirrha poked her finger at him and puffed her cheeks out. "And, you really need to hide that ability more, Odd. You might end up enslaved to use it all day long for the rest of your life!"

"Well... I thought you were just a tree then..."

The dryad frowned and drew back inward to herself, "So you just wanted to have your way with a plant because the Goblettes from home didn't do it for you?"

"Wha, What? You!..." he stammered."Are fucking with me right now..."

Odd sighed and enjoyed the comfort Cirrha provided for a moment.

"But really though, how are you so different now then you were before? And you're reeeaally expressive. Not that I mind, of course." Odd added after remembering she's still on top of him with those boobs pushed against his chest.

"Well," she had a sad look on her face. "I was lonely. I was here for soooooo many moons," Cirrha waves her hands and melodramatically cried out.

"I just existed. I was alone and content to live in my own thoughts while devouring delicious fresh flesh as nature intended!"

Odd sagely nodded at Cirrha, ignoring the odd stage-like performance she was making.

"Then a young knight came along," her caramel colored skin gained a light green tinge along the cheeks. "When he told me about his trials and inner tribulations, I realized that I never thought about my own actions and what I wanted to do with my life. I learned how lonely I was here and I didn't have the first clue about what to do about it..." she trailed off sadly.

"Then you wanted to kill me so I would shut up?"

"Yes..."

"Then you changed your mind when I made you cum? So I literally fucked you into evolving?"

"Only partly! And don't say it like that!" she yelled as she tackled him again.

The couple rested in each others embrace and eventually noticed a large spot of red in the river.

"Of course. I wonder how much she saw?" Odd wondered aloud.

The mermaid beneath said red hair waved to them before she flipped into the air and submerged underwater.

"Probably all of it. I think she lives through a tunnel around there somewhere. I feel it in my roots," Cirrha explains with a slight frown.

"But why you say she saw all of it?" Odd asked.

She shrugged in return, "She likes to watch me kill sometimes. I think it's her kink or whatever, like you and your mother."

"Look, it's not a mother thing, I just want to save her. If she eventually crawls to me, that's okay too."

"Suuuuure, did you see yourself when you viciously bit into my tits? You almost ate a nipple!"

"Like you didn't enjoy that, masochist," he muttered back. "And I like them, it's not like I've ever been able to touch tits before."

"Eeeeexaaaaactly," she trilled mockingly.

The sun passed over their heads and the evening came upon them as both monsters were genuinely happy and content for the first time in their lives.

Name: Odd

Titles: [Empathetic Anomaly]

Race: Proto-Gob

[Forced evolution in 2d, 09h, 14m.]

Body: 0.7

Mind: 1.5

Soul: 0.5

[Magic:]

Mana: 12/12

Yin Lighting Affinity: 0.9

[Perks:]

Unnatural Sponge

Absolute Gob Linguist

Canopy Grace

Willful Endurance

Nimble Fingers

[Skills]

Observe

Lethal Points