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The silver soldier has never met a god before - not one of these newfangled Helovian gods, anyway. Isilme's old gods, the three delightfully racist stallions who acted like royal dicks, she'd always revered, but her somewhat sparse religion hadn't yet transferred to Helovia's deities. Perhaps if she met one things would change - and so when she feels the pull of the earth, she decides to throw caution to the wind and head towards it.
Naturally she's not the first to arrive, and casts a cursory glance over the yearling equine nearby. She's sure the sight of a god will bring every Helovian and their dog crawling out of the woodwork, and knows she has very little chance of acquiring whatever gift is up for sale today. After all, she's far from remarkable. She isn't the most religious, or the best warrior, or the smartest, but you have to be in it to win it and so the ironheart remains where she is, oggling the giant hybrid stallion. He's humungo, with the horns of a ram and big wings, and she looks him up and down. Is he a god, or simply an overgrown peasant? Dominus lurks nearby, tail flickering as he eyes the stallion warily. Noms? he questions, and Nyx swiftly shakes her head. "Definitely not." One of those hooves would turn her beloved lion into a beautifully squashed throw rug. The feline snorts, then settles himself down next to his bonded to eye proceedings with the lazy arrogance that only cats can properly portray. Nyx stands where she is and hopes for the best, a quizzical brow cocked at Big Butt and wondering what he has in store. "" _________ |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
