Sanguine Metal Dawn Cp. 4

A crushing prison now mocked her, deprived her, encased her in cold, unforgiving ice. Broken hope came with her every waking breath, and a soft translucent fog exited her dark lips. The balance had shifted, and she alone could feel the world's response to it. Hair as black as raven's feathers, and soft as a rabbits pelt tapered down to her thin ankles. Clawed feet dug deeper into the screaming earth, granting it a mercy's kill.
She did not feel as the tears began to leave her empty eyes. Her world was unraveling, the trees cried for her to stop their suffering, their wounds deep from the metal-wielding humans and their twisted lifeless creations.
Betrayers...she couldn't help but think. For their bodies, though hollow and dead, had been composed of mineral; although the touch of fire and the scourge of hammer had distorted them into something unrecognizable.
Something beyond wicked.
Slowly, her eyes closed around irises of peridot splendor. And when they re-opened, they burst into flame.
With bitter howl of unredeemable loss, the wood nymph cried. Then she yowered like a feral cat, hungry with desire. But this desire was not for pleasure, nor companionship of any kind.
It was for that Mechanist Manfool's blood.
What his slaves had done here. What they had tried to take from her. The nymph snarled at the very thought. She had already lost so much; too much. She would rather die than lose her only spawn.
Humans. At best she pitied them. And at worst...
Her ligneous talons still shone with fresh crimson from the human who had tried to take said child. The tree woman blinked, lost in the memory. Confused by the child's reaction to it.
Why had her offspring begged for his life? Why was there such empathy written within her teary green and gold stare?
And that desperate look  she had given...that was perhaps what disturbed the woodland lady most of all.
One thing was certain; the youth still had much to learn about humanity. How they were a means to an end, if that. Usually, they were far less. The weakest and most useless of all creatures to roam her woodland world.
Humans were by nature, foul and tenacious. Backbiting worms that had long ago forgotten how to coexist with nature or how to be grateful for its many gifts. Those few who did remember, the members of the Pagan faith, she had sworn to protect as their leader. All those who had sworn allegiance to the Woodsie Lord, were hers to protect. They needed her, as did the birds and the foxes, the sycamore trees and the babbling brook.
Viktoria ground her teeth. Where had such protection been this night? She had failed him. Failed the Trickster Himself.
Silently, she turned away from the burning graveyard of trees and corpses, both human and animal. Unfortunately for her, she was not yet finished with outside humans.
There was one in particular, that she deigned to involve in all this.
But after tonight, she knew she needed to.
There were much more important things at stake, then petty revenge.
At least, for now...