OoC: Good Luck. Let's have some fun. Using Nephilim.

Bic:

A forest, awash in the colors of life. Untouched by man it thrives in peace, knowing no violence or destruction. That is, until now. Sitting at the base of an old dying tree, a young woman stands out; her bright clothing a sharp contrast to the dark, somber tones of the plant life around her. Her long pink hair falls in a curtain around her as she looks up at the canopy, her pink eyes showing a bit of uncertainly. In her fragmented memories she'd seen a vast forest much like the one she now sat in. In coming here, she'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, a piece of her memory would return to her.

She could hear the unseen animals of the forest going about their daily routine: gathering food, finding mates, protecting territory, even studying her while she sat statue-like under their tree. The smallest breaths of wind from the treetops ruffled her loose clothing ever so slightly as she closed her eyes to relax. She knew she must be patient for her memories to find something to grab on to. If she ran about, she could easily must the one thing that would jog her memory to return. Until then she knew she'd just need to pass the time. As the wind died away, a sad melody picked up almost as if it wished to replace the lost wind, or call it back. Her wings unfolded and activated as slowly, her humming grew louder. She soon opened her mouth to begin singing what was ironically called the Song of Nephilim.

The Song of Nephilim; a song named after her that brought calm to those that heard its melancholy beauty and a song that she could not remember how it was named as such. All she could remember about it was that she herself had made it. Already, Nephilim could feel its effects not only on her, but on the forest. Animals big and little began to show themselves to her one by one. A bird landed on her armored ear top to listen; a few squirrels climbed down the tree she sat under to sit at her feet. Across the clearing, a deer nervously entered the clearing, slowly coming closer to the young Battleroid as her song continued gracefully through the air.

Footsteps. Over her song she could hear the approaching footsteps of a person it the distance. The deer looked back the way it came before bolting to the left of the large clearing. The footsteps were becoming louder as they grew closer, pausing briefly before continuing slower. Gently, Nephilim brushing away the tiny creatures around her though she continued singing her song without break. A feeling of safety settled about her and the clearing as she waited. Somehow, she felt no reason to stop singing, even as the figure emerged from the woods to see her, her six glowing wings open as she sat watching and singing her melody.