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Everybody seems to be running in this general direction, so dutifully Nyx follows, Dominus loping along beside her. Muscles flex between both steel and snow pelts, hooves and paws pounding the sand in a steady rhythm. The mare's neck arches as she charges, tail strung behind her like a banner. There - she sees him. Déodat, her cabin-mate. She aims to fall into step by him, feeling Dominus tense at the proximity of the dog but noting that he's too focused on his running to summon even a growl. They aren't alone - countless others have had the same idea, and Déodat aims to lead them. Very helpful - Nyx approves. She does like a man with authority. It's all a bit of a rush, though, and the steel soldier can't help but worry that hundreds of Helovians aboard one boat is going to end very badly. "I haven't even had chance to pack fresh undies," she mutters, her voice only audible to the bay stallion beside her as she pounds along. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
