Darkness of the Heart and Mind [Tagged]
Feb 13, 2018 12:37:45 GMT -5
Post by Meds on Feb 13, 2018 12:37:45 GMT -5
Rykett
Nyx;
The Harvest Moon was high in the evening sky. Clouds passed over it and were illuminated by its glow for a moment, then drifted lazily on their way. It was the largest moon the sky in the valley had seen for a while, full and bright. The coming of the Harvest Moon signified the time that fell around the Fall Equinox: the shortest day of the yea, and the shortest day meant the longest night. Usually, this would mean a lack of light, a lack of sun, and a lack of shadows.
For Nyx, however, the night sky no longer held any darkness.
While the moon was bright overhead, bright enough to cast some weak shadows at least, the clouds often moved over it and blocked out the light. For any other wolf with Shadow Mastery, this would cause some trouble—but Nyx laughed at the night. Her eyes were now so powerful, so attuned to darkness, that she could pick out shadows to control from even the blackest of evenings. Shadows were always there, but it took a special kind of animal to see them for what they were. And Nyx was just that kind of animal. Her power had grown ten-fold, and recently, every time she had tried to stretch herself to the limit—she had only found that her limits were now well out of her reach, if they existed at all.
As such, Nyx had followed the Harvest Moon to one of the most celebrated moon-spots in the valley. She wanted to see what it looked like when glowing in the moonlight, to eyes that were no longer blinded to the night. Her movement through the brush was silent, as always—like a bad dream, and fortunately for them, she met no others on her way. Her frame was thin, almost skeletal, but Nyx did not gain power from physicality.
With a subtle sound like that of an inhale (though Nyx never openly breathed, so whether or not the sound came from her was undetermined), she reached forward with her mind and plucked the shadows out from under rocks and logs. They rushed to her feverishly, formed around her like old friends, and then silently began to circle her as if she was their god. Nyx had no friends, of course, for the shadows only did what she told them too—but she felt an undeniable connection to them. It was like she could feel what they felt; any rocks or grasses they passed over tickled at the outer lining of her consciousness.
It was with these thoughts that Nyx finally walked out into the Lunar Meadow. Her eyes flicked around at the blue, white, and purple flowers with the unsettling speed to which they were accustomed, and deduced that there was nobody else present. She lifted a lip, flashing her yellowing teeth to the sky, then stalked into the very middle of the field. She tightened the shadows around her, just enough to cover the glow of her power-mark and to hide her orange fur from the occasional moonlight. She was not invisible, but unless another wolf was looking, they would miss her.
Nyx sat down, her joints cracking and grinding as she did so, then looked around at the meadow—which in her mind and to her eyes, was trapped somewhere between night and day.
Nyx;
The Harvest Moon was high in the evening sky. Clouds passed over it and were illuminated by its glow for a moment, then drifted lazily on their way. It was the largest moon the sky in the valley had seen for a while, full and bright. The coming of the Harvest Moon signified the time that fell around the Fall Equinox: the shortest day of the yea, and the shortest day meant the longest night. Usually, this would mean a lack of light, a lack of sun, and a lack of shadows.
For Nyx, however, the night sky no longer held any darkness.
While the moon was bright overhead, bright enough to cast some weak shadows at least, the clouds often moved over it and blocked out the light. For any other wolf with Shadow Mastery, this would cause some trouble—but Nyx laughed at the night. Her eyes were now so powerful, so attuned to darkness, that she could pick out shadows to control from even the blackest of evenings. Shadows were always there, but it took a special kind of animal to see them for what they were. And Nyx was just that kind of animal. Her power had grown ten-fold, and recently, every time she had tried to stretch herself to the limit—she had only found that her limits were now well out of her reach, if they existed at all.
As such, Nyx had followed the Harvest Moon to one of the most celebrated moon-spots in the valley. She wanted to see what it looked like when glowing in the moonlight, to eyes that were no longer blinded to the night. Her movement through the brush was silent, as always—like a bad dream, and fortunately for them, she met no others on her way. Her frame was thin, almost skeletal, but Nyx did not gain power from physicality.
With a subtle sound like that of an inhale (though Nyx never openly breathed, so whether or not the sound came from her was undetermined), she reached forward with her mind and plucked the shadows out from under rocks and logs. They rushed to her feverishly, formed around her like old friends, and then silently began to circle her as if she was their god. Nyx had no friends, of course, for the shadows only did what she told them too—but she felt an undeniable connection to them. It was like she could feel what they felt; any rocks or grasses they passed over tickled at the outer lining of her consciousness.
It was with these thoughts that Nyx finally walked out into the Lunar Meadow. Her eyes flicked around at the blue, white, and purple flowers with the unsettling speed to which they were accustomed, and deduced that there was nobody else present. She lifted a lip, flashing her yellowing teeth to the sky, then stalked into the very middle of the field. She tightened the shadows around her, just enough to cover the glow of her power-mark and to hide her orange fur from the occasional moonlight. She was not invisible, but unless another wolf was looking, they would miss her.
Nyx sat down, her joints cracking and grinding as she did so, then looked around at the meadow—which in her mind and to her eyes, was trapped somewhere between night and day.
