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The conversation had turned from gentle banter to a dangerous territory that Nyx wasn't entirely sure she should have entered; she'd have been better off leaving as d'Artagnan did, rather than hanging around to discuss the finer points of racism with Mauja. She knew little of the motivations behind men like him, and she could not hope to match him in such intellectual debates. She was badly out of her depth, yet still she kept pushing, persisting, craving answers to sate the hunger for knowledge that raged like a storm in her brain. It was ill-advised, it was reckless, but the mare's hooves seemed almost rooted to the sod below, preventing her taking the sensible option of leaving. Her ears hungrily honed forwards on his words, devouring them. Power. Ah, yes, she should have known. There was something hardwired in stallion's minds that made them seek dominance over their peers; whether it be besting another male in battle or savouring a woman's submission beneath them, they could not stop fighting their way up the power ladder from birth until death. She had seen colts still at foot testing their skills on one another, and haggard old warriors with greying manes taking their last breath on the battlefield. She could only imagine the thrill Mauja and his kin must gain from watching a life sap away beneath his hooves, by the strength of his horn - to hold the power of life and death over another individual was a heady sensation, one Nyx did not actively seek but knew others craved like a drug. She could feel understanding creeping over her like a disease, each word from the spotted man's mouth clearing more of the fog inside her head. She did not respond to his words, simply jerked her skull to show she had heard, and mulled over them in her head. He had certainly given her food for thought, and she knew she would deconstruct this conversation in minor detail the moment she was alone. His gaze met hers, but she could hold it for mere moments before feeling obliged to drop it to his hooves. He asked for clarification on her question, and she felt an involuntary shudder rocket through her. This was her chance to come up with some bullshit question that wasn't what she really wanted to know and take her leave while she still had the option, but she couldn't. She had to know the answer, no matter what it cost her. Her eyes lifted, snapping back to his and holding it as level as she could. "Killed someone," she said, voice unwavering. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
