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The iron woman hadn't felt safe since venturing to the Veins and finding them broken. Nyx would freely admit to often feeling fear - as, contrary to most warrior's beliefs, fear was not a sign of weakness but of understanding one's own limitations - but she had never felt anything like the spasms of utter terror that had taken her over the moment she set hoof into the diseased area. And even though she disliked caves as a general rule, she had the feeling that they were safe. Whatever the threat was above land, it looked as though it could change the face of Helovia forever, and whilst Nyx was tempted to remain beneath the ground until it went away, she knew her conscience wouldn't allow her to. She was a warrior, and it was her time to fight. Admittedly the idea of locking horns with zombies didn't exactly appeal to her, but she would sooner go down fighting than die down here quivering like a rabbit in her warren, waiting to be dug out by the fox.
She patrolled the caves often, having long since lost the urge to jump every time her hoof clacked on a loose stone and the sound echoed like gunshots around her. She had grown desensitized to the darkness, numb to the boredom of spending her days wandering without purpose, venturing above the surface only to eat. The steel soldier knew it was time to act - if they didn't take a stand now, they never would. Darkness would consume Helovia and resign them all to a waking death, and the mare could only lament her lack of supernatural strength when she compared herself to the other residents of this odd land. She had neither magic nor companion, only her own wits and the strength of the horn atop her skull. She was plain, she was average, but she was a willing body. As a result, the second the cry for warriors reached her ears, she turned on her heel and galloped towards it. Perhaps there were other like-minded creatures - others willing to put their bodies on the line for the greater good. The silver dove flew down the stone corridors, strides devouring the hard ground below until eventually she reached the gathering. It was lead by Gaucho, and Nyx was relieved to see a familiar (and still rather handsome) face. There were others, pegasi and unicorn alike, and the mare shifted uneasily as she wondered if herd politics would be set aside for the sake of fighting the new threat. If not, she could be in trouble, as the only Edge resident here. Her ears pinned as a pegasus mare with electric markings and a bad attitude shouted at a bi-horned stallion, but her focus was mostly on Gaucho. He asked for crafters, for specialists, and Nyx was neither. Instead she looked at him, her piercing blue gaze determined, and offered what she could. "I will fight," came the steel soldier's simple words - and I will win, or die trying. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
