A violet hooded figure strides through woods, following no path, only the babbling of water and chatter of young girls. Following a few steps behind, a giant alsatian with a dark stormy coat of blacks and browns.

  It is a perfect autumn day, warm and clear. Ideal for hunting.

  Flowing water caresses the waists of two young girls. Magali's enviable slender body glistens in the daylight as she lathers her friends hair. Anne is altogether more humdrum; the figure approaching regards her as you would a beast being washed by its keeper.

  "... I like duck meat but they are a nightmare to care for. When I get a house of my own— I'm sticking to chickens! ... Wait, who's that? Hello?" Anne smiles, waving at the approaching woman in a pastel purple robe.

  The robe is open revealing a neat outfit, hugging a fit figure. Apart from the robe her top is covered only by risqué dark purple tuxedo style vest.

  "I don't know, I like her vest. Hello!" Calls out Magali, waving with a wide smile.

  Nearing the river bank the woman drops her hood, revealing dazzling pink hair. Showing as she does, hands adorned by many rings of assorted metals and mismatched gems. Her ears glimmer, weighed down by piercings and jewels. Decorated too are her left nostril and bottom lip.

  Her mask of precise makeup breaks into a smile, flashing brilliant white teeth. She waves with both hands as she strides, hips swaying, onto the surface of the water.

  The girl's smiles falter, eyes widen as their breaths get caught. How was this woman walking on water!?

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  "Helloooo, lovely ladies, wonderful day for a dip isn't it?" Her eyes gleam, focused on the fairer girl. Each step makes the smallest of ripples, her thigh high purple boots not breaking the surface.

  Her dog emerges from the treeline; as the woman stops in front of the girls, the dog stops too. The girls both step back, now both angled toward the busy, reality defying woman. They hold each other's arms with looks of shock and confusion.

  "Hey! We— We don't want any trouble." Anne sputters out, not knowing she should keep her quivering maw shut!

  "Please, leave us be." Even trembling, Magali's words sound sung from her pretty pink lips.

  The woman squats down, extending her bangle and bracelet covered arms out with all the flourish of presenting herself to an audience. Her robes flowing onto the water's surface, sweeping with its flow but not going in or getting wet. Around her neck layered necklaces of varied lengths. Now closer, the girls could have seen impressions of nipple piercings, were they not both staring in horror at the woman's saccharine smile.

  "Shhhh ladies, stress adds wrinkles."

  With lightning speed the woman snatches Magali's wrist, then goes to stroke it. Shouting, Anne tries to grab the stroking arm while her friend pleads, tugging and slapping at the hand holding her wrist.

  Slap!

  Anne recoils at the backhand, crashing into the water.

  Despite the brutal lashing out, the woman's eyes had remained fixed on her prey. The thrashing ox being unworthy of another glance. The hand she had struck with is held aloft as if having completed a flamenco move, it shoots forward seizing her victims breast.

  "Mmmm... You'll do." Her unfaltering smile and eyes widen as she squeezes.

  Her victim faints, shock or magic, the reason is unclear.

  "No! Get away from her!" Anne lunges forward, only to see her friend become a blur, as Magali is snatched from the water. The streak of flesh tones and purple soar into the distance.

  Woof!

  As Anne turns back, she raises her head, tracking the arc of the massive beast as it clears the river in a single bound. Her ear bursting scream follows, as it vanishes among the trees.