Bound

I have this weird feeling of wanting to be bound to people. Like a human snatching a selkie's fur. At the same time I want to be free and run away. These two feelings are fighting each other within me.
I think I've been bound as a fae multiple times, and there was always deep heartbreak when I inevitably outlived the human and returned to the wilderness. Being bound feels like a love where you'd give your life for someone. It is obsessive. At the same time I am called. Called to freedom as the wind sings in my ears and the open world beckons me to join in feral dances.
This is actually a recurring theme in my dreams. Being captured and then torn between running away and staying.

Fae Territory Noema

As far as my noema goes, I have woods that are my own and that I protect. I can't say how big my territory was, distance feels so different as fae I can't estimate it now. Humans are okay as long as they are respectful and stay near the paths. They are free to hunt if they don't take too much. Other fae are welcome to visit, as long as they leave and acknowledge my sovereign. Spirits and cryptids would be free to come and go as long as they were respectful to the animals and kept balance.

I wasn't really fussy to keep anything in a particular way. I'd let the wilderness run itself and helped the seasons along. Changing of the seasons was and still is some of my favorite times.

I didn't stay in my woods all my years, there would be reasons for me to leave, sometimes decades at a time. It would be hard for me to return. I was okay with natural changes, but always scared the balance would have been broken or humans would have taken over.