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A chill wind snaps at the ironheart's mane, twists her tail around her hocks, tickles her flesh and sends shivers down her spine. Snow falls in steady, lazy flakes to rest upon her back and head, melting when it comes into contact with her warm skin. The thick snow underfoot tugs at her legs as she walks, sucking at her underused muscles and dragging sweat across her neck and flanks despite the cold winter air.
For the General, being out of shape is a devilish curse. She thrives on activity, and prides herself on keeping at the peak of physical fitness. And, indeed, she is far from feeble, but nor is she at her optimum - childbirth can do that to a woman, especially a birth as traumatic as hers. Twins, she laments. Fucking twins. She loves them dearly, but they've knocked her body for six. The amount of blood she lost, the exhaustion that crippled her, the horrific things they must have done to her insides...it's little wonder it has taken months for her to get back on track. Sparring Rohan had been just the start of her long road back to warrior perfection. Fighting fitness is not the only thing she misses. It has been too long since she had the warmth of a man atop her, and being a full-time mother can certainly make a woman crave the attention of the opposite sex. Nyx appreciates the males of the species, and monogamy is not a concept she approves of or partakes in. She is half-tempted to hunt down the twins' sire for a quick booty call, but fights the temptation with considerable effort. Best not to seem too desperate or clingy, else her 'strong confident grey woman don't need no man' principles will take a beating. With a resigned sigh, the silver admits that there is little use dwelling on her...cravings. She has a rare free period of time away from her children, and intends to use is wisely. She will train, tone her body back up to what it is capable of, ready to resume her duties as General. So, with a huff of determination, she breaks into a high-stepping trot, revelling in the anguished screams of her muscles as they fight against the thick snow. |
@Reginald
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
