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She had never set her heart on a companion. Dragons scared her, as anything with teeth big enough to rip flesh really wasn't something she wanted in her life. But she had seen that most residents of Helovia had some sort of pet, and the greedy part of her wanted to find out what it was like. D'artagnan's hellhound had drawn her attention, beastly and terrifying that it was, and the silver mare had felt desire pool in her heart. She was endlessly curious, and knew a companion could give her the protection and friendship she sought in this land of strangers. It wasn't her life's wish, but it would certainly be nice. She moved at a steady trot through the caverns, having long since grown used to the pressing darkness after the incident with the blue orb. But there was something in the distance - a glowing light, something that drew the iron woman's attention. She altered her path, lengthening her strides and listening to the steady drumbeat of her blackened hooves upon the cave floor. Her tail lashed against her thighs as she moved closer to the glowing room, ears pivoting as she heard a strange song resounding in her head. What was it with these caves and things getting in her head? Still, like a moth to a flame Nyx moved towards the sound, somehow knowing that she wanted what was being offered. 'A lifelong bond to an intelligent soul, in richness and in health, to have and hold.' Intelligent soul? She frowned, having never considered that the beasts others bonded to were any more than dumb animals. Perhaps she had been wrong all this time - if anything, it made her all the more determined to discover what all the fuss was about. She entered the glowing room, looking around warily. She wasn't the first, noticing a unicorn also in attendance. She paid little attention to the other, so focused was she on the song in her head. Instead she walked closer, looking around for any sort of glowing orb that might be the key to the whole puzzle. Finding nothing, the steel soldier frowned, ears flicking idly atop her head as she stood in the centre of the queer room. It seemed as though whatever consciousness that resided her was going to examine her heart to see if she was worthy - she hoped it would find her adequate. "" [ Companion: Hellhound | Superspeed ] |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
