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D'Artagnan seemed like a changed man, almost jovial - the polar opposite to the brooding, irritable beast from their last encounter. Maybe the presence of Mauja had an adverse affect on him, and Nyx had to smother a twitch of a smile at the notion that the two stallions might have been lovers. Now, there was a mental image she could savour. "Well, it's quite a decent ass," she said pleasantly, eyes twinkling with mirth. Providing he didn't turn narky again, Nyx was quite content to engage in some light-hearted banter - she'd even conquered her fear of his hellhound, now she knew to expect it. She also felt a good bit safer here, with her father by her side, than she had at the Veins with two leering stallions and their vicious companions.
She watched and smothered a wince as Nato aimed a bite at the other mare's quarters - well, that was slightly rougher flirting than Nyx liked to see, but who was she to judge? Or perhaps they weren't flirting, as there certainly seemed to be a degree of antagonism between the pair of them. She did not doubt Nato had been aquainted with other mares during their long years apart, but it was still strange of her to think of it, to consider that she may have other half-siblings somewhere that she had no idea about. As her sire moved close to her, the steel soldier shifted her muzzle to try and press an affectionate nuzzle to his powerful shoulder, a soft whicker of greeting falling from her lips. She was proud of the blood that ran through her veins; warrior's blood, king's blood. Nato introduced them both, and she decided not to mention she had already met d'Artagnan before - she was keen to erase that meeting from her memory. She was still deeply curious what it was about her that had caused the glass-horned man's change of mood, but she supposed it was to be a mystery that she would never solve. She shifted her gaze to the pale-faced mare, who, to her surprise, didn't retaliate to Nato's nip. She wants the d, Nyx solemnly decided. Her ears pinned as the other woman began to guffaw upon learning Nato's name, and she resisted the urge to shut her up via a hoof to the face. Then she introduced herself and revealed her father wanted her to have Nato's child - say what? It was a strange system of betrothal that Nyx had encountered during her time in the wilderness; their leading stallion would often offer his daughters to the strong warriors of other herds, to create alliances and ensure his blood remained strong. But the silver woman hadn't thought she would find it here, too, let alone involving her father. "Who's Orvos?" she asked, head pivoting to speak directly to Nato. And why does he want you to bone his daughter? |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
