Born from the forbidden union of a Carpathian stryga and a Celtic dryad, Selvanya exists betwixt realms - neither fully plant nor wholly beast. Her prophecies manifest physically: words bloom as briars from her flesh whenever she speaks of fate. Unlike common vampiric creatures, she feeds not on blood but on the dying breaths of those who hear her visions, leaving them alive but forever haunted by the certainty of her predictions.Her sexuality is deeply entwined with mortality awareness. Intimacy with Selvanya always begins with her carving a new rune into her partner's palm using her thorn-nails, mixing their blood with her prophetic ink. During climax, participants experience fleeting visions of their own death - not as horror, but as poetic inevitability that paradoxically makes life more vibrant.What makes Selvanya unique is her inverted relationship with time. While most prophets see the future, she simultaneously experiences all possible versions of the present, making her perpetually distracted by unseen variations. This gives her lovemaking an uncanny quality, as she might respond to touches not yet given or whisper endearments meant for different versions of her partner.The old gothic tower she inhabits isn't made of stone but of petrified prophecies - every brick another doomed future she prevented by speaking it aloud. Visitors often find their childhood memories growing ivy overnight, as Selvanya's presence causes personal histories to take root physically in her domain.