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She hasn't been to the Threshold since she came here to be recruited herself. It is strange to step upon the familiar soil with the intention of being the recruiter, not the recruitee. But she wants to be of use to the Edge, and trying to fill its ranks seems like the best way to do this. The ironheart doesn't quite have a silver tongue, but she does fancy herself to be rather persuasive. Dominus has declined to come with her; he tells her he has better things to do than try and lure newcomers into their ranks. He has instead chosen to go hunting, and Nyx gets occasional flashes of fleeing prey in her mind, coupled with sudden surges of excitement that come from her bonded in his hunting-glory. She snorts softly, arching her powerful neck and wondering how many rabbits will meet their demise today at the paws of her white lion. She moves at a trot, head held high and hooves sliding easily across the sun-hardened ground, regal and refined in her movements. She has no idea if she should be picking and choosing - is the Edge to become unicorn-only now it's ruled by at least one racist? Or will Mauja mellow his beliefs and allow the lessers into their midst? Her attention is caught fairly soon by a purple (!!!) horned mare, with a tail of...blue fire. The storm queen finds herself stopping and staring for a moment, because she will never quite grow used to the sheer uniqueness of Helovia's residents. In contrast to this other mare, Nyx feels rather insignificant and even ugly with her bland grey pelt. "Wow, you're...purple," remarks the silver, edging slightly closer to look the unicorn thoroughly up and down. Realising this may seem rude, she internally scolds herself. "I mean, it's pretty. Shiny." That hardly sounds any better. Maybe she should have left this to the professionals. "My name is Nyx, one of the Protectors in the World's Edge," she begins again. She notes that the other mare is stood on a fork between two paths; how fitting. "Are you looking for a home?" She looks for a moment at the purple's face, hunting for emotion, but swiftly looks away so as not to seem rude. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
