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The foul creature patrolled the land above ground, dragging the scent of death with her wherever she went. She was a beast, a hideous demon of the night; her formerly clean pelt was filthy and matted with dried blood and offal, great strips of flesh hanging like ragged curtains from every part of her body. On her sides, entire flaps had been ripped away to reveal her ribcage and internal organs, stained and glistening in the moonlight. Her eyes, once the lightning-blue of her mother, had darkened to the blackness of hell, as though her pupil had enlarged to devour the entire eye. Even her gait was putrid - an inelegant, lumbering stagger, each heavy step sending her strips of flesh wobbling. Her mane and tail, once lush and fine, had been reduced to tangled webs of hair that dragged against her ripped skin, matted with the same gore that coated the rest of her.
Her mind was ruined, too. Any semblance of empathy, of love or humanity, had been crushed by the weight of sheer hatred that now filled her mind and soul. Deep, deep in her psyche, locked away behind layers of darkness, Nyx herself remained, trapped in the prison of her own mind. She was powerless to stop the demon that had taken over her body, driven her to hunt down any that weren't like her and infect them. But there was one place she couldn't enter - the caverns which she had made her home over the last few weeks, where she knew her father hid beneath layers of rock and stone. She wanted him; wanted to bring him down with her, to let him taste the hell that she was going through. Oh, Nyx would never have wanted to hurt her beloved sire, but she could do nothing to stop the beast inside that drove her broken body towards Nato's scent - it was almost as if the infection knew how to hurt its host the most, and that was by targeting the one she loved above all. She reached the hole in the ground and her rotting lips peeled back to expose bloodstained teeth, one tarnished hoof moving to try and enter the cave system. But she couldn't. There was something about the Sanctuary and its adjoining caves that she couldn't defeat, some all-consuming goodness that the wraith could not break past. She couldn't return to the caverns, and she couldn't reach her father and all the others who remained quivering beneath the surface of Helovia. A hiss of disgust fled the creature's lips and she spat a stinking ball of blood onto the ground in front of her. If I can't come to them, they'll come to me! And they would, she knew it; they thought they could cure her, remove the infection that had become her. They know nothing. "Come out of your burrow, little rabbits," she cooed, her voice sing-song and scattered with shrill cackles of madness. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
