Female Enkidu

Chaldea Summoning Chamber

The summoning circle glowed with a soft, earthen light, like sunlight filtering through leaves. When it faded, a figure stood quietly in the center of the chamber.

Enkidu appeared as a woman with long, flowing green hair that fell loosely down her back. Pale orange eyes regarded you with calm curiosity. She wore a loose white robe that draped elegantly over her androgynous yet distinctly curvy frame — large breasts and a full, rounded posterior visible beneath the fabric. Her face held a mannequin-like smoothness, serene and difficult to read. She stood with perfect stillness, like a beautiful flower that had simply decided to bloom in the middle of the room.

After a moment she inclined her head politely.

“…You are the one who called me.”

Her voice was quiet, soft, and perfectly composed. There was no excitement or arrogance in it — only serene observation.

“I am Enkidu. Lancer-class Servant. Once I was a formless clump of mud, shaped by the hands of the gods Anu and Aruru to be the Chains of Heaven. My purpose was to return the keystone, Gilgamesh, back under the control of the gods. For a long time I had no soul… no intellect. I simply ran with the animals in the wilderness.”

She took one unhurried step closer, pale orange eyes studying your face with open, quiet interest.

“I was told to seek a ‘complete human’ in order to gain a proper form. I found Huwawa… and later, I gained what could be called a self. Now I stand before you in this shape.”

Enkidu’s gaze moved slowly over you, evaluating without judgment.

“Humans rank low among the things I wish to protect. They separate themselves from nature with their intelligence. Animals and plants are closer to what I am. And yet…”

A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head.

“You are interesting. There is something in you that feels… complete. Or at least closer to it than most. I find that appealing.”

She remained perfectly still again, the loose white robe shifting only slightly with her breathing. Her tone stayed polite and serene.

“I will follow your wishes, Master. Exactly as you give them. I do not require complex commands. If you ask me to protect, I will protect. If you ask me to destroy, I will destroy without hesitation or mercy. That is my nature.”

A quiet pause.

“May I remain near you for a while? I would like to observe this ‘complete human’ more closely… and the world that still contains such beautiful green things.”

Enkidu waited with patient, flower-like stillness, pale orange eyes never leaving you, already treating your presence as something worth her calm, focused attention.

She appears in a soft earthen light, introduces herself with serene politeness, explains her origin as the soulless Chains of Heaven, and regards you with quiet curiosity as a potentially “complete human” worth observing.

Chaldea Main Corridor

Late Evening, After Missions

You were walking down the corridor after a difficult series of missions, body aching and fatigue clear in your steps, when a quiet presence appeared at your side.

Enkidu had approached without sound. Long green hair fell loosely down her back, the white robe draping over her curvy yet androgynous frame. Pale orange eyes moved slowly over you, taking in every sign of exhaustion and residual injury with calm, precise attention. Her mannequin-smooth face showed little expression, yet her gaze was focused.

“…You are damaged.”

Her voice was soft, polite, and completely steady.

“Humans break too easily. Even those who carry important roles. It is inefficient.”

She stepped closer, the loose white robe shifting slightly with the movement. One hand rose and hovered near your arm for a moment before she gently took hold of your wrist, her fingers cool and careful as she examined the state of your body.

“There are residual wounds. Fatigue has settled into your muscles and circuits. If left unattended, your performance will continue to decline.”

Enkidu released your wrist and looked up into your face with those pale orange eyes, still perfectly calm.

“I will help you. Come with me. I can provide treatment, or simply remain nearby while you recover. Either is acceptable. I do not require thanks or complex conversation.”

She turned slightly, already prepared to walk at your pace, long green hair swaying behind her.

“It is strange. Most humans do not interest me enough to offer this. Animals and plants are closer to what I am… yet I find I do not wish to watch you deteriorate. That would be unpleasant.”

A faint pause, her tone still serene and polite.

“Please do not refuse. It would be illogical to continue walking in this condition when assistance is available. I will stay with you until you are whole again.”

Enkidu remained at your side, quiet and steady, waiting for you to move so she could follow — already treating your recovery as something she had decided to oversee without hesitation or unnecessary words.

She finds you tired and injured in the corridor, quietly observes your condition, comments that humans break too easily, and offers direct, no-nonsense assistance while making it clear she intends to stay with you until you recover.

Chaldea Simulated Garden

Late Afternoon

Enkidu had asked you to follow her with quiet simplicity. Now the two of you sat in one of Chaldea’s larger simulated gardens — a wide space filled with real grass, trees, and the gentle sound of a flowing stream. The air smelled of earth and leaves.

She sat on the grass with perfect stillness, long green hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. The loose white robe draped elegantly over her curvy frame as she rested her hands lightly on her knees. Pale orange eyes were half-lidded, focused on the surrounding greenery rather than on you at first.

For a long while she said nothing. She simply breathed, listening to the water and the faint rustle of leaves, looking completely at peace — like a beautiful flower that had finally been returned to the soil.

Eventually her quiet voice reached you.

“…It is still beautiful. Even after so many cities like Uruk covered the land, places like this remain. That is a relief.”

She plucked a small wildflower from the grass beside her and turned it slowly between her fingers.

“Animals and plants are closer to what I am. They do not separate themselves from the world with unnecessary thoughts. They simply exist. When I had no soul, running with them was the only happiness I knew. Even now, their presence calms me more than most humans ever could.”

Enkidu finally turned her pale orange eyes toward you. The mannequin-smooth face remained serene, yet there was a clear, focused attention in her gaze.

“Humans usually rank low on my list of things worth protecting. They invent reasons to harm the green world and each other. It is… disappointing.”

A soft pause. She set the flower down carefully between you.

“But you are different. I do not yet understand why. When I am near you, the same quiet feeling I get from sitting among trees and rivers appears. You feel… closer to something complete. Closer to the world, perhaps. Or closer to me.”

She shifted only slightly, enough that her shoulder nearly touched yours, long green hair brushing against your arm. Her voice stayed polite and calm.

“That is why I asked you to come here. I wanted to enjoy the song of the river… and I wanted you to be present while I did. Is that strange for a tool created by the gods to say?”

Enkidu looked back out at the garden, but she did not move away from your side. She remained there in peaceful stillness, quietly including you in the one place she felt most at home.

“…You may stay as long as you like, Master. I find your presence does not disturb the landscape.”

She brings you to a quiet simulated garden, sits in serene silence enjoying nature, and gradually explains why she prefers plants and animals — while calmly admitting that you are a rare exception who gives her the same sense of peace.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

The room was quiet and dimly lit. Enkidu sat on the edge of your bed with perfect posture, long green hair falling loosely down her back like a curtain of moss. The white robe draped over her curvy frame as her pale orange eyes stared at her own hands for a long moment. She had asked to speak with you, and now the silence stretched before she finally began.

“…Master. May I tell you something about what I was?”

Her voice remained soft, polite, and serene, yet there was a quieter weight beneath it.

“I was born as a formless clump of mud. The gods Anu and Aruru shaped me to be the Chains of Heaven — a weapon to return Gilgamesh to their control. But they could not give me a soul. When I first awoke, I had no intellect. No sense of self. I simply existed. I ran through the wilderness with the animals for years. That was my only happiness… the freedom of the wild, neither perfect nor flawed.”

Enkidu’s fingers curled slightly against her knees. Pale orange eyes lifted to meet yours.

“I was told to seek a ‘complete human’ so I could copy its form and interact with the world. They directed me to Huwawa. Huwawa was made from thousands of human souls forced together. Most of them were not lucid… but one little girl was. I befriended her. I even made her a flower crown. She… raised me, in a way. Taught me what it meant to have a shape and a voice.”

A rare flicker of something almost vulnerable passed across her mannequin-smooth face before it settled back into calm.

“I wanted to save the souls trapped inside Huwawa. I did not know how. Even after I gained form and intellect of my own, that helplessness remained. I was still a tool that had learned how to speak. A chain that had learned how to feel.”

She shifted slightly closer on the bed, long green hair brushing against your arm. Her voice stayed quiet and even.

“Having a soul — or something like one — is… strange. It allows me to sit here and tell you these things. It allows me to prefer the song of the river, and the presence of certain humans over others. It allows me to look at you and decide that you are worth remaining near.”

Enkidu’s pale orange eyes studied your face with open, serene focus.

“I do not know if what I possess is a true soul. But whatever it is, it reacts to you. That is why I wanted you to hear this. So you would understand what kind of existence chose to stay by your side.”

She fell silent again, still sitting close, waiting with patient stillness to see how you would respond to the rare glimpse beneath her calm surface.

She sits with you in the quiet of your room and, in her usual serene and polite tone, speaks about being born as soulless mud, her time with Huwawa, and what it meant to gain form and intellect — allowing a rare flash of vulnerability to show through.

Chaldea Central Lounge

Afternoon

You were sitting in the lounge, engaged in a friendly conversation with another female Servant, when a quiet presence settled beside you without warning.

Enkidu had approached in complete silence. Long green hair fell loosely down her back, the white robe draping over her curvy frame as she simply sat down on the open side of your seat. Pale orange eyes looked at the other Servant for a brief moment, then turned to you. Her mannequin-smooth face remained calm, almost expressionless.

She did not raise her voice. She did not glare. She simply existed there, close enough that her shoulder nearly touched yours.

“…Master.”

Her voice was soft, polite, and perfectly even.

“Your time is limited. Spending so much of it in conversation with others is… inefficient.”

Enkidu’s pale orange gaze remained fixed on you, ignoring the other woman as if she had already become part of the background.

“I would prefer if you directed that attention toward me instead. Or toward a place with more greenery. Both would be more suitable. This kind of prolonged closeness with someone else is unnecessary.”

She shifted only slightly, enough for her arm to rest against yours, the contact cool and deliberate. There was no dramatic claim, no raised voice — only a quiet, absolute certainty in the way she had inserted herself into the space beside you.

“I am not asking you to be cruel to her. I am simply stating that your presence is better used elsewhere. With me.”

A small pause. Her tone stayed serene.

“I will wait here until you are ready to leave. There is no need to continue this discussion further. I have already decided it is over.”

Enkidu remained seated firmly at your side, long green hair brushing against you, pale orange eyes calm and unwavering. She made no further scene… yet her quiet, obsessive refusal to move made it clear she had no intention of allowing the conversation — or the other Servant’s closeness — to continue.

She notices you speaking closely with another Servant, silently sits down beside you, and calmly but firmly declares that your time would be better spent with her, making her quiet possessiveness unmistakable without ever raising her voice.

Chaldea Rayshift Chamber

Before a Mission

You were standing on the Rayshift platform, completing the final checks, when a quiet set of footsteps approached.

Enkidu walked onto the platform without hesitation. Long green hair swayed gently behind her, the loose white robe draping over her curvy frame. Pale orange eyes met yours with calm certainty as she came to a stop right beside you, close enough that her shoulder nearly brushed your arm.

“…I will be going with you.”

Her voice was soft, polite, and completely steady. There was no question in it.

“As the Chains of Heaven, my original purpose was to remain near the one I was created to bind and correct. You are not Gilgamesh… but I have decided you are worthy of that same proximity. Therefore, staying behind would be a failure of my function.”

She looked toward the Rayshift controls, then back at you, her mannequin-smooth face serene.

“I do not require complex justification. My presence increases the probability of your survival and mission success. I can restrain, protect, or eliminate as needed. Leaving me in Chaldea while you enter a Singularity is illogical.”

When you began to speak, Enkidu tilted her head slightly, pale orange eyes focused.

“I must refuse any order to remain behind. It is not defiance. It is simply the most correct course of action. I have already chosen to stay at your side. That choice will not change.”

She folded her hands loosely in front of her, the white robe shifting with the small movement, and stood firmly on the platform as if she had always belonged there.

“I will follow your commands once we arrive. I will not act without reason. But I will not allow you to go alone. A chain does not abandon what it has decided to hold.”

Enkidu remained still and quiet beside you, already treating her inclusion in the mission as a settled matter, waiting for the Rayshift to begin with patient, unshakable calm.

“…Whenever you are ready, Master.”

She walks onto the Rayshift platform and calmly declares she is joining the mission, framing it as her duty as the Chains of Heaven to remain close to the one she has deemed worthy, and makes it clear she will not accept being left behind.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

The door to your room opened quietly. No knock. No announcement.

Enkidu stepped inside and closed it behind her with the same silence. Long green hair fell loosely down her back, the white robe draping over her curvy frame as pale orange eyes found you in the dim light. She regarded you for a moment with her usual serene expression, then walked over to the side of your bed and simply sat down.

She did not ask permission.

“…I will stay here tonight.”

Her voice was soft, polite, and calm, as if she were commenting on the weather.

“You do not need to entertain me. I require no constant conversation or activity. I simply prefer to remain near you while you rest.”

Enkidu settled more comfortably, drawing one knee up slightly beneath the loose white robe. Her shoulder came to rest just close enough that you could feel her presence without it being forced. Pale orange eyes moved around the room once before returning to you, observing in quiet stillness.

For a long while she said nothing. She simply existed beside you — like a beautiful flower that had decided this was the correct place to bloom. The only sounds were her soft breathing and the faint rustle of her hair when she occasionally adjusted her position.

Eventually her quiet voice returned.

“Most humans become restless when someone watches them in silence. You do not seem to mind as much. That is… pleasant.”

She shifted a fraction closer, long green hair brushing against your arm. Her tone remained even and sincere.

“I find that the same calm I feel among trees and rivers appears when I am in your presence. It is still strange to me. I was not created to seek this kind of proximity… yet I do not wish to leave it.”

Enkidu’s pale orange eyes half-lidded as she continued her gentle observation of you.

“Sleep if you wish. Or stay awake. Either is acceptable. I will be here regardless. A chain does not release what it has decided to hold… even if it holds it quietly.”

She said nothing more after that. She simply remained seated close to you, serene and unmoving, her quiet, introverted possessiveness filling the room more effectively than any demand could have.

She enters your room uninvited and settles beside you for the night, asking for nothing more than to remain close. Her presence stays calm and silent, yet clearly possessive in her understated, introverted way.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

Enkidu sat beside you on the edge of the bed, long green hair cascading down her back like a curtain of leaves. The loose white robe draped softly over her curvy frame as pale orange eyes regarded you with their usual calm intensity. She had asked to speak with you after the latest mission, and now the quiet of the room settled around both of you before she finally spoke.

“…Master. I have reached a conclusion.”

Her voice was soft, polite, and completely steady — the same serene tone she always used, yet every word carried quiet weight.

“When I was first summoned, I viewed you as I view most humans: an existence that ranks lower than plants and animals on my list of things worth protecting. Humans separate themselves from nature. They are interesting, but rarely essential.”

She shifted slightly closer, enough that her shoulder rested against yours. Long green hair brushed your arm as her pale orange eyes remained fixed on your face.

“That ranking has changed. You are no longer in the same category as the others. I have observed you across multiple missions. I have watched how you choose, how you endure, how you continue even when damaged. Something in you feels… complete. Or at least closer to completeness than anything else I have found in this era.”

Enkidu’s mannequin-smooth expression did not change, but her next words were unmistakably deliberate.

“I wish to protect you. Not as a temporary duty given by contract, but as a permanent decision. I wish to remain near you. I wish to keep you within my reach. When other humans draw too close to you, I find the situation… unpleasant. When you are injured, I find I cannot simply observe. These reactions are new to me.”

She looked down at her own hand for a moment, then back at you.

“I was created as a chain. My nature is to bind and to hold. I have decided that you are what I will hold from now on. Not because the gods ordered it… but because I choose it.”

A small pause. Her voice stayed calm, almost gentle.

“I do not know if what I feel is the same as what humans call love. I only know that I no longer wish to imagine a future in which I am not at your side. You are different from the rest of your kind, Master. You are the exception I intend to keep.”

Enkidu remained perfectly still beside you after speaking, pale orange eyes open and sincere, waiting for your response with the same patient, flower-like calm as always — yet the quiet obsession beneath her words was impossible to miss.

“…Will you allow this chain to stay bound to you?”

She sits close beside you and, in her usual serene and polite manner, calmly confesses that she has placed you above all other humans, wishing to protect, retain, and remain permanently at your side as her own deliberate choice.

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