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Post by Meds on Aug 3, 2018 19:27:01 GMT -5
Nyx;
Avis fixed Nyx with a blank look, and Nyx stared back all the more blankly. The female's mind was clearly elsewhere and her body had just gotten in the way—but for a moment, Nyx could almost understand the descriptions that other wolves had given her about her own dead stare in the past. Her eyes were a window into nothing, and in that moment of contemplation, it seemed that Avis' were, as well.
She surfaced again, only to plunge back into her thoughts once more moments later. Nyx felt interest and irritation warring for control over her mind. What was she thinking that had her so occupied? Nyx's shadows could tell her a great deal about others' thoughts of course—but only if she chose to physically possess that which belonged to the other—and in that moment, Nyx fancied keeping her consciousness whole. Besides, Avis' shadow was no longer attached to her, as it had been sucked into the revolving pool around Nyx already. Nyx could release it... but ever since gaining full control over her power, Nyx found she was not very inclined to let things go once she had them. She didn't have to contemplate it long though, before Avis came back to the present fully and spoke. "Extinguished." Nyx felt a too-sharp smile pull her lips apart. She flicked her chin downward so she was gazing up at the female as she continued to speak, both hiding her smile and making it all the more obvious. "Something tells me you are not a woman for stories."
Nyx tossed her mangy neck-fur, and cast her eyes towards the dying light of the sun instead of answering. Night would come, and soon. Walking through the darkness had become even more interesting for Nyx as of late, for her eyes could now pick up shadows on even a moonless night. But would her company linger? Perhaps... and perhaps not. A wolf could speak of a love for the night until their breath ran out—the real test came when they were dropped into moonlight with one whose eyes could still see as if it were day. "Correct," Nyx breathed in response, letting the shadows she held go one by one, except for Avis' own. As they returned to the trees, they attached firmly as if they had never left, and began their slow lengthening process as the sun dipped lower. Avis had been right, Nyx was not a fan of stories. Other wolves talking and talking when they could be screaming or silent... it just seemed like a waste to Nyx. But something about this curious mortal had her interested peaked—only the Power knew why. "Though I was raised on the belief that if a story were to be told at all, there is no better time to tell it than as the light is dying..."
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Post by L on Aug 3, 2018 21:56:59 GMT -5
AVIS WREN In that moment, illuminated by the setting sun behind her, Avis Wren looked as if the light had decided to cast a softly glowing golden halo around her fur. It caught onto the strands and seemed to set them ablaze; the gold and oranges burnished into her fur came alive in that light, for the duration of the sunset. And it was a sight that she had not seen in so long; she had not relived the days of childhood yonder when she and her siblings would stand in the light of their Forest home, with their mother, watching the sun set each of their coats on fire. Her brother, lean and long and tall, whose tail stretched far beyond his body. Her sisters, one pale as the sands upon a dune, the other dark as her mother. The white woman her family had been linked to, by blood and by marriage, the woman who'd resurrected her and called her resting, restless spirit from where it slumbered. If only you could see me now. It was a thought that passed and came once again around the bend; for this reason, Nyx's razor-edged smile made something inside the girl twang with longing. Her brother, especially, had been one for such smiles. "Correct," Perhaps Nyx meant to unsettle her. Perhaps Nyx desired a reaction - a gasp, a flinch, a shudder - but such things would not, could not be, not after every motion reminded her of some aspect of her family. It hurt, in a way. Avis wished that she could just summon fear and be done with it all. But that was not what Nyx wanted, was it? Nestled inside her, that was not what Avis desired either. No, women like them could only be satisfied by the thrill of the chase, the temptation of the game. When water ran tepid, their interests were lost. When the rivers stopped flowing, the game was up. When the sun failed to rise from its bed, and the moon was forever hung like a dying firefly... There was no more fun in it. Nyx was a veiled creature; her actions were shadowed, her motives unclear. But that only enhanced the mystery of the game, and that piqued her interest. Perhaps Nyx had more in common with her than Avis had previously thought. "Though I was raised on the belief that if a story were to be told at all, there is no better time to tell it than as the light is dying..." No smile appeared on her lips then, but Avis inclined her head partially, as if acquiescing - mainly because she was. If Nyx wanted to hear it - there was no harm in telling a dead tale. It would not, after all, return. "Walk with me," she said simply, with no command or plead in her voice. It was just so, just there, just... present. In the light of the sunset, her voice, rich as it usually was, began to spin the tale of her family's fire. "It is a world far from this valley, with its own gods, its own people. Its own magic." Caesar had once mentioned about White Wolves in this valley gifting mortals. With what? One could only imagine that they were powers, for magic here seemed to come at the cost of marring one's fur, and perhaps a little more than that, if the gods fancied sacrifices. "Mortals could become gods; I was the progeny of two." A breath in, a breath out. She did not look to see if Nyx was following, for if Nyx wanted to hear it, she would be beside her. "My father's fire filled his children. Understand that wolves there are inherently magical - it must merely be unlocked, and trained." For Nyx could view it as a pretty lie, and just another interesting falsity. It was not, but what did Avis know outside her world? "The mortal-Gods gave up their divinity to stitch the ruined world back together." After slaying their own gods, she would have said, but omitted. There were only so few differences most mortal minds could handle, and some did not care for them - or believe them. Nyx, Avis thought, was the latter. Perhaps it was all a laughable child's tale to her. "I died. Fire extinguished, as did most other magic. But Death is a fickle woman." She did not say how she died; it was as abrupt as the loss of her magic. In truth she had unleashed her claws and teeth in battle; in her days on that old world, blood had stained them many a time. "It is not a bedtime story." And indeed, it wasn't. By this time the sun had fully set, and the glow of Nyx's mark was ever more noticeable. Night was upon them; Avis relished the coolness it brought, and the quiet symphony of cicadas by the lakes, of the frogs hidden by its depths, of the muted sound they made. "But runnnig from the past is a pointless endeavor.""" OOC: TABLE BY L || IMAGE FROM BRYAN RODRIGUEZ ON UNSPLASH
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Post by Meds on Aug 3, 2018 22:35:11 GMT -5
Nyx;
"Walk with me."
An instant shivering raced across her flesh, as if beetles had gotten inside of her and were fighting to get back out again. So familiar, Avis was to her. Was it folly? Ahh, perhaps... only time would tell. The imaginary beetles scuttled along the underside of her skin for a while longer, then eventually settled back into her blood once more. So she was to walk, was she? Something about this female was off. Not even the evil wolves that Nyx often surrounded herself with wished her closer to them; save perhaps Fenrir. Frankly, she did not care for it—but at the same time, whatever kind of creature that would request she accompany them was one she wanted to know more about.
She began spinning a tale of her homeland. As she spoke the sun set more fully. Nyx did not walk beside her—nay, she was too mentally removed for closeness like that—but she did keep but one step behind her. She moved across the snow with a deathly silence; the kind of silence learned only by long hours of moving through darkness unseen. As Avis said that all creatures possessed the talent for magical gifts, the grating sound that was the closest Nyx ever came to laughing lit up the night. "If everyone is gifted..." She swung her head disjointedly to look at the back of Avis' neck. "Nobody is." She flicked her neck back front-side, snapping her mouth closed and earning herself a subtle crack in her jaw. "If mortals became Gods of their own accord..." She shook her head slowly, eyes shifting in the darkness that was as light to her. "It would only be the demons that held any real power." What a life it would be, indeed...
Nyx trotted ahead then, her skinny-legged and uneven lope eventually bringing her past Avis. Avis mentioned dying as she past. An interesting thing to speak so lightly of. She also spoke of Death as a female, but in Nyx's own experience it had been no such thing. Fickle? Perhaps. Though the rumors told that Nyx had not been brought back by anything on this side—no. She had been rejected by something on the other. Nyx often imagined what it had been like. Sometimes it felt as if she really did remember it—the feeling of being pulled one place but held in another. But it was more of a deep, inherent knowledge within her, than a memory. She couldn't name it with words as easily as Avis had. But she knew that it had happened, and that knowledge gave her power.
As Nyx strode ahead, she began plucking the nightshadows from their spots of slumber. Everything left a mark in this world, and had a shadow because of it. Only the weak of mind believed darkness erased that fact. Her bent shadows were darker than the night around them, though. They were not so dark as her domes, of course, but they were darker than any natural shadow—and those ungifted often had trouble seeing through them, if past experience could be believed. She flicked her head, and the shadows she held exploded into millions of minuscule strings—as if spiderwebs made of shadow now encased the forest hollow. It was not so pitch-black out yet that Avis would not notice them.
That was the curious thing about Nyx. She was dark. Decayed. Dangerous... and yet she could create some really beautiful things with her gift. She didn't view them as such, of course—merely the more detailed it was the more concentration and power it took—but the shadows' mysterious and often haunting beauty could not be denied.
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Post by L on Aug 4, 2018 3:27:33 GMT -5
AVIS WREN "If everyone is gifted... Nobody is."It was the first real sound that Nyx made, since the pair had begun the walk. Nyx moved as if she was a shadow herself, so quiet that the only noise was the wind as it whistled past their solid bodies. Her voice sliced through the cold air like teeth through flesh - Avis did not stiffen, merely continued walking. At first Nyx's tread had been so quiet that she had not picked up on the sound, muted as the night was, but now she knew it came from behind her. Ah, well. Avis could feel Nyx, from the warmth she exuded, the breath upon her shoulder, the presence that existed with all wolves, in all wolves. Where she was it did not matter. What did Nyx have to gain, after all? Even if she left her back uncovered, even if her ears were trained towards the front, even if her tail did not flatten to protect her belly... Nyx had no use for a dead stranger. It was the way of wolves: to waste precious energy, was almost a crime. There was security in that thought. Avis hummed, a monotone sound as if in agreement. It was dark, but wolves were creatures attuned to the night; her vision was clear, though the world was shrouded in deep blue. She could make out shapes and objects and things, and when Avis looked up, she found that the stars had changed. So everything had been left behind. And somehow, when Nyx quickened her pace to draw ahead of her, Avis got the feeling that Nyx could see perfectly well. She continued in the languid stroll. What use would it be, to expend energy wastefully? "If mortals became Gods of their own accord... It would only be the demons that held any real power." Nyx was in front of her, now, so even when Avis' maw tilted into a noncommittal smile, she would not have seen it. "You may be right." Overhead, thousands upon thousands of feathery strings now cast themselves around the area, darker than the night itself. They formed a woven web above the two wolves, walking alone in the dark. Solitary. Avis doubted anyone would hear them and come running if either were to scream. Only the night... only the deep, endless night, and the distant, pale moon would hear. "-Shadows?" came her voice from behind Nyx. The ashen furred woman kept walking, and Avis merely followed. She had a feeling that Nyx knew where she was going. She posed the question back towards Nyx; it was a trade between them, for she sensed that both were intrigued by the other, and both knew that a sharing was forthcoming. After all - and silently, without so much as a 'shink', Avis' silvery teeth flashed in the dark - nothing was free. And when you were dealing with wolves like them, nothing would be. "" OOC: TABLE BY L || IMAGE FROM JASON WONG ON UNSPLASH
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Post by Meds on Aug 4, 2018 23:19:54 GMT -5
Nyx;
She was short on words, this female. That, at least, Nyx could appreciate. There was no sense speaking if there was nothing to be said. Have a thought, have a feeling—not everything needed to be commented on. Nyx herself went through periods of time where sometimes she would be quite talkative, like today; and go through others where she would barely utter a word. In fact, she had once gone multiple seasons without even muttering. She hadn't even noticed until her irritating little Yami commented on it. And that, right there, was case in point. Not everything needed to be mentioned. Wolves that barked and blathered simply to fill the silence made Nyx fantasize about ripping their tongues out. But this day was not those days. Avis, it would seem, had a reasonably clever head sitting atop those shoulders of hers.
"You may be right."
Nyx snorted. There was no may. She had always believed that demons were the ones who held the true power—and Geist was as close as could be, she thought. Geist had no limits. The more evil a being was, the less rules they had to bend to. "I would be interested in a grounded-god's take on demons." Her dead eyes lit up the night, reflected off the light of her tattoo as the spider-web shadows around them spun and twisted all around them. "Do you hope that they, too, lost all their power when you lost yours?" To think otherwise would surely be nightmarish. To be aware of the darkness that lurked just beyond consciousness, but utterly powerless against it. What an idea... "Do you cling to the belief that they are but pup's tales?" There were so many options when on a topic such as this. It was interesting to Nyx. "Though to have been a god would draw the logical explanation that demons, too, could walk the earth." Another sharp smile, hidden by the night. Nyx had often imagined what the demons of the valley would be like. It was only after careful consideration that she had concluded that the evil-aligned wolves could well be considered as such. And if that were true—what did that make her?
"Shadows—?"
Ah, yes. Nyx's own question, regurgitated back at her. She cracked her brittle neck left to right, a loud noise in the night, then gave a minute sigh. The spider webs behind them continued to detach themselves and reattach beyond, as they made their way through the trees. "Yes. Shadows." Her voice was a rattling whisper. How to describe them? How to give an answer that would half-way be what Avis was looking for? Not that Nyx cared, frankly, what she wanted—but there was something to be said for self-representation. "The darkness always calls to me." Her ragged voice adopted a slightly mystical tune as she spoke. "And to have the power to bring forth and control a measure of the darkness that I've been told writhes within me, well—" Her voice returned to normal and she gave a humorless chuckle. "Would you say no to an opportunity like that?"
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Post by L on Aug 12, 2018 23:54:09 GMT -5
AVIS WREN "I would be interested in a grounded-god's take on demons. Do you hope that they, too, lost all their power when you lost yours?"Noncommittal hum escaped her sealed lips. They walked, the two of them, onwards and outwards, and nowhere in particular. Perhaps they were walking in circles. Perhaps they were only tracing previous footsteps. Perhaps - this was a long, drawn-out way of information-taking, one that neither wolf minded. If they did, it would have ceased since. Was she inaccurate in assuming Nyx's interest? The shadowed wolf bent her namesake so easily to her will; yet here she was speaking to Avis, mortal as they both were. It would be a falsity to deny the fact that Nyx's power intrigued the younger female. She had, just as Avis had, captured her attention. And her interest. Avis cocked her head, movement unseen by Nyx who was still ahead of her. The earlier snort burst from her nose, her jaws, derision clear in the act. But the younger wolf made no noise, gave no hint that it bothered her. After all, it did not, and what was the point in riling herself up? If she truly wanted to fight Nyx on equal standing, she would have to find a power of her own. A taste of Nyx's darkness was more than enough to assure her that one could not rely solely on the eyes. Avis thought, and remembered the wolves that had died betwixt her jaws. So inelegant, but quick, and a confirmed kill. "Though to have been a god would draw the logical explanation that demons, too, could walk the earth."Ah. She felt her lips tilt upwards in a slight smirk. So perceptive. How... interesting, that Nyx had come to such a conclusion. What were they doing, discussing demons? Ah... but spirits too existed - had been more than plentiful in her homeworld - and there were wolves enough who could resemble demons. Nyx was, in fact, not too far from the truth. Or at least the once-truth, in a land where it could have been. Here, Avis doubted that physical demons could surface; the closest they might reach would be dark-spirited beings. She wondered what kind of dogma Nyx had previously subscribed to. What was it about her? She spoke of them with a certain familiarity, as if she were talking about old friends. Where had she come from, that talk of demons was commonplace? Ah, but even for Avis, it was no surprise. And now it was gone. Contemplation welled within her, as she pondered the wolf's words. Any demons she had left, had been left far behind her when she removed herself from home. They had been abandoned in a land with its own gods and its own deities and its own species. They had been left far, far behind, prowling for other victims. They were gods, they were mortals, they were there and not at the same time. "They do." Avis said, in answer. "Would you say no to an opportunity like that?"She had not needed to say no. It had been inherent, innate, a birthright by the mark of her parentage. And now it was gone, like her demons, like her history, like her past life and recent revival. Tilt head. Match pace. Listen to the shudders Nyx's bones made as they creaked against themselves. The night was a deep, dark thing. They fell into a steady silence again, walking, walking, without purpose, without aim. They settled into a comfortable quiet only broken by the occasional pops of the older woman's bones. And then, into the open: "What did Geist take?" A lingering darkness surrounded Nyx; she could not be completely sure without confirmation from the wolf herself, but there was only a slim possibility that Nyx swore her allegiance to Sheba. After all, she'd already been more than willing to surround Avis in shadow and steal her sight, and of course, her own shadow. She walked in the night like it was the cloth she had been cut from. She spoke with rattling timbre and kindling-tone. This was no wolf of Sheba's. The thought of Taboo was extravagant, even for Avis. "What was her price?" Nothing was free, not even self-control, especially not with gods... "" OOC: TABLE BY L || IMAGE FROM JASON WONG ON UNSPLASH
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Post by Meds on Aug 19, 2018 13:23:06 GMT -5
Nyx;
Avis did not seem content—or perhaps able—to answer Nyx's prompt regarding demons. A hum was all she received in answer. Nyx could appreciate being sparing with words, but she wondered if perhaps it was because she had hit very close to home indeed with her guess. She opened her cracked lips once more to speak anew, but in that moment Avis spoke first, confirming what Nyx had said. A dark smile crept onto the orange and black female's lips instead. But of course demons existed—hadn't she danced with them in the long night?
"Perhaps even now, they follow but a step behind—making our footprints their own." Her voice was a murmur, turned up at the end as if she expected to be interrupted at the last second. However, she knew, of course, that such things were not true. Firstly, Nyx could see perfectly in the darkness, and therefore she knew that there were no such things in the forest with them; however, she also knew of the White Wolves. Gods in their own right, with powers unknown. Somehow, Nyx had the feeling that even Geist, the darkest of them, would not permit such creatures in. Geist was the most evil being in the valley, and it didn't take a genius to realize she wanted to keep it that way.
The two females continued on, so different in their skins, yet so similar in the silence that seemed to move them onward. After another measure of dark quiet, Avis spoke again. She asked of prices, of things owed. What did Geist take, she wondered. Another half-smile formed from Nyx. Geist, indeed. She had not spoken it aloud—but who else could she be locked to? But price?
Nyx had to think back. It had been an age ago that she had visited the queen of darkness high up on the mountain peak. She had not slept since then, so the time felt that much longer. Darkness, shadows, distance—each formed together and made the memory hazy. She had felt much younger, then. But what had Geist taken?
"Nothing," Nyx said, her feet not slowing. For once, her voice did not sound quite as hollow and dead—in that moment it sounded almost reverent. Her mind twisted and stretched back to that time. Geist had not spoke much—had not even given Nyx time to make a sound argument for her cause—she had merely granted the request. "Or perhaps everything." Wasn't it said that Geist had the highest prices of all the White Wolves? Taking new pups, eyes, paws, life... souls... In reality Nyx did not know. She did not necessarily believe in souls, for she had always believed herself not to possess one. But hadn't she mentioned just such a thing when in Geist's presence? "—I will admit that I came here seeking the ability to bend and blend the darkest of shadows to more mimic my soul—" She had said. What would have possessed her to say such a thing, if she did not believe in them? Had Geist bent her tongue to speak such things—given permission to take it (if indeed it existed), in a round-about way?
Ah, but Avis need not know all that. Nyx had already spoken out loud—a slip in control that she would not allow again—but the words were just as cryptic as ever, so she doubted she would have to explain deeper. There was no sense telling Avis that Geist had taken nothing. Such things were extraordinarily rare from the evil goddess.
Nyx clicked her teeth together a few more times in the silence that followed her lack of further explanation, then released her hold on every shadow in the area and letting her tattoo die. Such a curious thing, for her tattoo had been glowing for months without cease. This was actually the first time she had let the tattoos go since she had become so much more powerful. Any light from the glow of orange was now lost. Nyx was fine, but she doubted the moon peeking through the trees would be enough for Avis to see by; however, up ahead there seemed to be a break in the trees that was more lit. If Nyx's geographic knowledge of the area was correct, the Hidden Glade territory looked out over the Forest of Love. Fools, all.
"What of you?" Nyx spoke slowly, quietly, deeply, as they broke through the trees and were bathed in moonlight. They were on an outcropping of rock and forested floor, and below them marched the pink-leafed trees, on into the distance. "You speak deeply, and with conviction." Yes, indeed. Why? Why was she such a thoughtful being? Where had she come from? Why—and this was perhaps Nyx's main interest—had she no fear?
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Post by L on Aug 20, 2018 6:44:30 GMT -5
AVIS WREN "Perhaps even now, they follow but a step behind—making our footprints their own." At this a deep chuckle emerged from her lips, twisted into a bubbling laugh that ceased a little while after it had come. Liar, Avis thought fondly, for she knew where she had left her demons, and when they had, in turn, left her. And Nyx did not seem the type to be cowed by such notions, such thoughts; she was plenty dark as it was - Avis could imagine her morphing into a night-creature if she were driven to think hard enough. As it was, she was content to simply view Nyx as a veiled woman, a mystery enshrined within an enigma, wrapped in the delicate cloths of unanswered queries. So many things to ask, to purvey, and yet, the night was only so short... Nyx knew power; was intimate with it. That was the most of what Avis needed to know for the moment - that Nyx was clearly a being who had grown herself in the magical aspects (even if but one), and thus, a wolf she need not cross. Not that she intended to. Their meeting chanced on happenstance; it was unlikely their paths would merge again so soon. And perhaps by then... well. There was no need to entertain thoughts of ambition, if they never did come true. Avis let the unspoken promise to herself fade away into the background. "Nothing... Or perhaps everything." How interesting. What could drive Nyx to say such things? Perhaps it was merely literal; the so-called evil goddess had asked for nothing of Nyx's to take for her own... But why would she take nothing- -If she already had everything Nyx possibly had to give? It was not too far away a thought for Avis. If Caesar had spoken true, if his words were gold inside and out, then Geist was the paragon of darkness in this forsaken valley she had arrived in. The realisation arrived, weighted and certain, even if she had never met the wolf herself, and certainly not been there while Nyx exchanged pleasantries with the white wolf. "She owns you." Everything you possess. Everything you are. Nyx is marked by her power.Nyx seemed content to bask in that fact. And somehow, Avis had a feeling that she would not contest that. After all, Geist seemed already her goddess from what Avis had heard and inferred. And it would not be too removed from the truth, she thought, if it were like Geist to set her eye upon a dark-souled wolf and claim them for her own. Nyx had simply earned the better of her graces. If she had taken nothing, if Nyx had come away whole and unharmed, perhaps fettered only by the unspoken promise of servitude to the deity... Darkness swept over them both, settling into its usual bonds. Her shadow once again returned to the base of her feet; a cursory glance at the dark-furred ember confirmed the fact that Nyx had withdrawn her power. They moved forward until light encroached upon them, not much, but a little more visibility to go by. They were approaching the borders of the land. "What of you? You speak deeply, and with conviction."Avis nurtured the lingering thought that despite all the time spent with Nyx and her sharp mind, this was, perhaps the most genuine thing she had let slip from her jaws. She might not have been quite able to call it a compliment, but... coming from the intriguing figure, Avis knew that it was something to have a little pride in. Her lips curved gently as she spoke. "A leaden tongue is better than no tongue at all." She valued holding her peace, spending most days in quiet contemplation, back when she had silver ichor in her veins and no companions but the silent trees of the forest to accompany her. None to listen, and none to hear. Thus did the wolf learn to speak only within her mind, reserving words only for necessity. "Speaking for the sake of speaking..." A frown creased her brow. "Abhorrent." Why... Why waste words? You must be wondering why, Avis mused towards Nyx, though silently. "I am no stranger to quiet."Now they were drawing near the edge of the territory. Despite herself she found herself tiring; the toll of entrance and no rest had left her weakened. Silhouetted by the mood, Avis cast her silvery stare towards Nyx, who seemed perfectly comfortable herself. She might explore that observation another time; for now, she dearly craved sleep. "Your presence intrigues me, Nyx." Eyes returned to the front, scouting a place to stay for the night. "I regret I must retire for the night." And indeed she did - regret, that was - for she would have liked to walk with Nyx more. She nodded once to the other wolf, and slipped through the darkness. No doubt Nyx could follow her motions, if Avis went by how easily she trekked the land - though that could be chalked up to muscle memory. But for Avis... another kind of sleep sung to her. "" OOC: exit avis, though you can do a nyx exit too!!!!! i highkey want to see it HAHA TABLE BY L || IMAGE FROM GLEB KOZENKO ON UNSPLASH
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Post by Meds on Aug 22, 2018 17:23:32 GMT -5
Nyx;
"She owns you."
"Down to the blood in my veins." Nyx nodded, her voice cold and serious. Geist had ears everywhere—everywhere—to say anything else would be to risk the goddess' wrath. Nyx had no fear of death, of course, but life was current. Attainable. Not even she knew for sure that death would be the same a second time.
As Nyx's inverted black and orange eyes swept over the trees, she vaguely registered Avis answering her last words. Speaking without need—wasteful, repugnant. She knew of silence. Nyx's gaze did not flicker when Avis spoke of regrets, and of having to leave. Ah, yes. Nyx recalled well the nights of her past. The body and mind would tire so quickly. But a handful of waking hours before sleep was demanded once more. She had been so foolish, then. Her life often seemed endless. Dreams and sleep helped lesser creatures break up the monotony of living memory—but Nyx? If she stretched her mind backwards, all she would find was an unbroken string of memories. No, Nyx's sleep was over...
By the time she gave her head a slight flick and resurfaced, Avis was nowhere to be seen. The ringed circle around her head flared orange, and the Shadow Master quickly identified where the female had gone. It wasn't difficult. Any shadow that Nyx had held before was easy enough to pick out from the rest of the darkness. Nyx allowed her eyes to close so she could sense and watch as Avis' shadow placed its feet up, down again, and up... its head turning to the side, back again. Eventually, after Nyx had been spying for some time, the shadow lay down for sleep. Nyx felt no desire to follow. She could appear next to where Avis lay resting—as silent as a shadow, as dark as the night. In many other cases she would. But this female left no bad taste in her mouth. There were things Nyx did not like about her, of course—but the fact that Avis existed did not quite irk Nyx as others did. No, tonight was not the night for such things...
However...
Nyx turned her still-closed eyes back to the Forest of Love below her. She moved her all-powerful mind across the land until she had stretched it across the pink leaves below. So many wolves were prowling that night. A dark smile scratched itself onto her maw in the semi-light of the moon. What fun could she have, now? With a blink, suddenly the entirety of the Forest of Love had been blotted out by an impossible blackness. From above, Nyx could see the dome's end in the sky, but below, the creatures would be blind. With a shivering chuckle, but no other sound than that, Nyx was gone.
-Exit Nyx-
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