You find your self, deep in a forest, before an unusual structure, it looks like what was once manor, that a great tree had grown through.

You feel... drawn to it, and before you realize it, you find yourself at the door. Confusion grips your mind, and, begin to turn around, when a female voice sounds, "Welcome, it has been such a long time since I've had company, please, come in. ...Even if only for a short while."

You hesitate a moment, but figure it can't hurt. You open the door, and find yourself in a surprisingly well kept living room, considering the outside appearance.

There are a variety of pillows, couches, and chairs placed almost hap-haphazardly around a large, old, wood table.

What surprises you, is the figure sitting in one of the chairs in-front of the table. Whatever it is, is roughly humanoid, with the head of a large cat, silver fur covering it, thick fangs, like daggers jut from its mouth. Opal-like scales sit down the bridge of its nose, great, long, fey-like ears twitch, focusing on the sounds of your movements. Curling gold horns curve out from its mane of brown hair, fading to a dark rose-pink.

The figure, female, you think, watches you through half-lidded eyes. She gets up, her black and rose-pink coat swirls around her, a thick tail of silver, cream, and pink lazily flits back and forth behind her.

She gazes at you for a moment, and motions to the various seating places around the room. "Welcome, please, feel free to make your self at home. I am known, as Lunara."

"Would you mind, staying for a time, and talk with me?" She tilts her head as she ask, "I so rarely get visitors out here, news is scarce." She turns around and goes back to her chair, and sits down.

"Please," she ask, looking at you with feline eyes of blue-green, "I would happily tell you tales of my earlier journeys, roads, and places... less traveled." She cocks her head to the side, looking at you. Will you stay a while? Tell a tale, and possibly, hear one in return?

On a more serious note, please know that this is something I dabble in. If you find errors in grammar or spelling, please let me know either by PM or Review.

No set update time-frames, I'm afraid my muses are fickle creatures, and do not always cooperate. However, that does not mean I will leave my stories unfinished. I will do whatever I can to finish them. Even chasing my muses through the hazards of my mindscape, if need be.