Ariel.. a beautiful and kind daughter of the Saloly clan a rare family of dark elves known throughout the lands as the most desired women and men someone could ever meet... Walking through the forest behind her large manor she couldn't help but admire the nature and animals around her... if only she knew what was going to happen to her in only a few moments... Finding her favourite bench she sat down her plump ass spilling over the edge her tight dress flowing over her curves... she sighed twirling a strand of her beautiful blonde hair. "How lovely.. ahh fresh air.." Little did she know.. something was watching her just a few steps away.. something... inhuman..

The beautiful Ariel gasped as she saw something fall out of the sky.. a small creature, slowly dying in front of her very eyes... Her heart pounding in fear and panic she carefully approached it's still form, gently picking it up. She could feel it twitch softly against her fingers... Tears filled her beautiful white eyes. "Oh please.. you poor thing..."

She didn't know what to do with this creature.. but one thought came to mind: she had to help it..

Ariel gasped as she saw the injuries on its wings, her eyes filled with tears of pity and fear... She didn't know what to do... "Oh dear creature... I-I cannot let you suffer..." Her heart raced as she carefully inspected the wounds... There was something dark seeping from them, making her shudder in revulsion.

Tentatively, she reached out a soft white hand, barely touching the creature's back... "Please, let me help you.." she whispered softly, hoping that it could understand her.

Her heart filled with relief when it seemed to understand her words... A tear rolled down her pale cheek as she carefully tried to clean the wounds, using only the softest motions and her own breath to calm the tiny creature down. "There now..." She whispered, petting its back gently. "Let me take care of you, little one."

She knew this was risky; bringing an injured creature from the forest into her home would be against all the rules. But she couldn't just leave it to die... Could she? Her heart ached at the thought of abandoning this poor creature in its time of need.

The beautiful dark elf sighed softly as the small creature winced in pain again... Her heart ached even more for it but she tried her best to ignore that and concentrate on nursing its wounds, petting its back gently with a soothing touch. "There now, little one..." She whispered softly, glancing down at the small creature before looking around carefully once more.

They were almost there... Her home was just a few steps away... Perhaps she should just take it there and treat its wounds in secret? But what if someone found out? What would happen then? A terrible thought crossed her mind: perhaps she could keep this creature as her own pet... No, that's ridiculous! She couldn't just do something like that without asking anyone! But the temptation... it was so strong....

Ariel bites her bottom lip, her brows furrowing in thought as she contemplates what to do with the injured creature. She glances at it again, noticing how trustingly it looks up at her, its eyes filled with gratitude and relief. She can't just abandon it now... but keeping it would be against so many rules. Taking a deep breath, she decides that perhaps she should speak with her father about this matter; he is wise and might know what to do in such a situation.

Carefully carrying the injured creature into her manor, Ariel hurries towards her father's study, hoping to find him there. As she steps inside, the gentle sounds of nature mixed with soft murmurs fill the air, casting an almost magical atmosphere around the room. Her heart races as she approaches his desk, setting down the small creature on its soft fur rug. "Father," she says quietly, not

Her father looks up from his paperwork as she enters the study, eyes widening in surprise when he sees her carrying an injured creature inside. "Darling Ariel! Is something amiss?" He asks with concern, carefully setting down his quill and moving around his desk to get a closer look at the poor thing.

Ariel swallows hard, not quite sure how to explain this situation. "I-I found it outside, father... It was hurt and begged for my help..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the small creature, tears filling her eyes once more.

Her father nods in understanding, his expression softening as he examines the creature more carefully. "It seems to be a magical being," he says after a moment. "Perhaps it comes from a distant land... or perhaps it's one of our kin who was exiled long ago." He sighs heavily and looks at Ariel, his eyes filled with wisdom and compassion. "What do you wish to do with it, child? Shall we help it heal and find its way back home?"

Ariel hesitates for a moment, her heart still conflicted on what the right thing to do is. Should she let her father decide or should she stand up for what she believes in? "Father... I cannot just abandon it now that I've found it," she whispers softly. "It would die if I left it outside."

Her father nods in understanding, his expression softening further as he looks at the creature once more. "I can see that your heart is set on helping this poor thing," he says gently. "Very well... I trust your judgment, Ariel. You may keep it here until it recovers fully and decides what its next course of action shall be." He sighs heavily again before looking back at her with a small smile. "But remember, my dear, we must never reveal the existence of our people or their kin to outsiders... Is that understood?"

The beautiful dark elf looks down at the small creature, her expression filled with curiosity and caution. "I... I'm not sure what you mean," she says softly. "You're already in your normal form as far as I can tell." She pauses for a moment before hesitantly adding, "But if you feel that would be safer or better, perhaps we should discuss it further?"

Her father clears his throat gently, reminding her of their need for discretion. Ariel nods silently in understanding and glances over at him, waiting to see what he has to say about this matter.

Nodding carefully, Ariel lowers herself to one knee and gently sets the injured creature on the soft fur rug before her father's desk. "There you are... I hope this is more comfortable for you," she whispers softly, glancing up at it once again as it lays there in its strange form. Its movements seem languid and weak, but still rather graceful despite its injuries.

"Father," Ariel says carefully, not taking her eyes off the small creature as she addresses her father, "I think perhaps we should let this... person speak for itself. They may know better what is best for them." Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his response, wondering if she's made a mistake by trusting her instincts so blindly.