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The days all blurred into one down here, but the steel soldier had enough awareness to judge that it was almost dusk. She wandered through the caves without purpose - she seemed to do a lot of that these days, in the absence of anything else to entertain herself with. Nyx had been sheltering beneath the surface of Helovia for longer than she cared to remember now, and she was growing more and more bored with each hour that passed; she was an active mare with a quick mind that needed stimulation, so she was not suited to hiding in these tunnels like a rabbit waiting to be dug out by a fox. She was simply biding her time, waiting until she detected some like-minded individuals to band together with and rise against the darkness that swarmed like mosquitos above their heads.
Her aimless meandering had ensured the iron woman knew the cave system like the back of her hoof; she knew where to rest so no loose rocks dropped onto her, she knew where to find the patches of sunlight to bathe and pretend she was outside. It was nowhere near as enjoyable as the Edge that she now considered home, but it would do - it was certainly preferable to being devoured by one of the demons that roamed around up above. Tonight her path led her to the underground waterfall that she had discovered mere days earlier; having a flowing water source meant she now only had to go above the ground to graze, and it was far more relaxing to be able to sate one's thirst without fear of being zombified from behind. With the thundering roar of the cascade in her ears, Nyx moved to the water's edge and dipped her head to drink; her neck arched, muscles twitching as droplets of spray landed like flies across her silver pelt. Once sated, the mare turned and began to move away from the water, careful to put a bit of distance between herself and it (she didn't want a wraith appearing out of nowhere and trying to drown her, did she?) Idly moving her neck from side to side to exercise it, the mare began to flex every muscle in her body in turn. It was difficult to keep in shape when she was confined to the caves, and she hungered for open fields to stretch her legs and keep herself in top condition. As it was, she had to settle for long trots through the twisting labyrinth of caverns, trying to ignore the echo of her own hoofbeats that jarred her sensitive ears. She itched to engage an opponent in the most primal dance of blood and glory; she knew a fight with the zombies was likely to arrive sooner rather than later, and she needed to train if she was to have any chance at defeating the undead. Perhaps, if she was lucky, somebody would turn up for her to engage with... "" ____________________ @[Archibald] In the Sunken Falls, early evening, quite near to the water. Feel free to use magic/companion Words: 496 0/3 |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
