If Nimueh was to speak as to her own testimonial, she would make a flippant comment or two about bad decisions, assholes, and great sex. It would sound simple, unoriginal, and rather boring, without any specific details about her life. That was the way Nimueh was - always lighthearted and wanting others to worry about her naught at all. But that was not her life, it was not simple. She would not tell any lies about what had happened, but she would not reveal the full truth either.

But if another were to speak for her, to narrate her life to this point, it would carry on and on.

They would tell about how her parents had sold her so that their hunting grounds would expanded, as their own had been set upon by a plague and they did not have enough food to feed themselves, let alone a pup. In truth, they had made the best decision to save her life, for in the end, Nimueh would have become food herself if they had not sold her. And her owners were more her masters than owners. She had cleaned up after them and served them, yes, but they had given her knowledge in return. Merlin and Midge had been strict, requiring everything to be just so, requiring precision in every task, but Nimueh had eventually learned that it was for her own protection. For once she gained their trust, the knowledge they had passed on had the potential to be lethal. Merlin and Midge were called by many a name, and people came to them for advice, for potions, for poison. Some called them sorcerer and sorceress respectively, with some vargs fearing them and others hating them. From time to time, armies were brought down upon them but none of the armies could break them - their den held too many secrets, too many traps. The way in was a a maze, and many a soldier found themselves lost. Going the wrong way could mean coming in contact with venomous animals or poisonous plants, or perhaps even prickered vines that would catch them and rip at their flesh. Safe in the center of it all in the heart of the maze, Nimueh watched and learned.

Her eyes saw an innumerable number of plants that she learned to identify by sight, not name, for what use was a name if it was not needed? She learned how to crush them, dry them, mix them together. Nimueh also learned pressure points on the body, where a well-aimed kick or bite could paralyze the victim, rendering them useless. Eventually, she was taught the ways of the maze and was released from her chains, though never once has she thought of her indenture as such. But with their connections, Midge and Merlin had found her a home of her own, placed in a royal court as an advisor and liason - for she was wise, and had her ways of convincing others to do her bidding. For a while she was happy there, useful. But she always made sure that others thought of her as nothing more than a knowledgable wolf - for to earn the title of witch would be a death sentence. Unfortunately, she made one grave error near the end of her stay and trusted - helped! - a lord who she should not have, and to protect his secret, he dubbed her as exactly that - a witch.

But that was a story for another day, for explaining why she did what she did, and the events that followed, would take too long surely for one meeting.

Nimueh had been quiet and had been laying low after the fight with the ursine, knowing that her tender delicate body needed the rest, but her mind was restless. The night before, she had answered the Queen's calling, going to her side and had tried - unsuccessfully - to hide her ongoing wounds from Dante. It was easier not to have to explain - or at least try to explain for few understood it - why she had not fully healed yet. The she-wolf scoffed and shook her head as she walked... If she had truly been a witch, she would have cast a spell to heal herself of this infliction. Of this curse set upon her body that made her skin and flesh weak and tear easily. That made her tire quickly. That slowed the motion of her sinews and slowed how her body healed. The two had ... Talked... For quite a while before Nimueh had left the queen. And since? She had not slept a wink. Her mind was still restless, only now her body was too, and so the femme found herself wandering the terra, her left shoulder complaining and occasionally she glanced at it, watching the muscles move without skin covering them. Wondering how long it would be Til she healed this time. And that was when her blank orbs fell upon a moving form, as anxious as she was apparently.

Silently, she trotted up to him, biting her lip as she felt micro tears forming in her flesh, but she ignored it, rubbing her good shoulder along his, curving her nape just so in order to run it up along his own and under his chin. "Why hello handsome. Can't sleep? Thoughts of me running through your mind?"