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There is something strange going on. Tension ripples through the mare's muscles, her head held high and horn pointed like a funeral pyre to the sky; something isn't right. Her fur stands on end, and her nostrils are wide to drag in great draughts of cool spring air. Beside her, Dominus feels the tension as she does; his mane stands on end, his hackles erected and his claws forced from their sheaths. She leans down to touch her nose to him, a small crumb of comfort against the strange.
But, you only live once, and Nyx is not the sort to shy away from exploration. With great trepidation, the silver soldier moves forwards, her tail lifted high and billowing over her thighs, her neck arched and tight. She trots, but it isn't her usual free-flowing stride - it is anxious and high-stepped, frisky and nervous. Suddenly the trees are red - suddenly everything is red - and the ironheart beholds a crimson waterfall that pours into an equally crimson pool. All around, in the pool and out, are horses the likes of which she has never seen. She has lived in the wilderness outside Helovia, where designs range from conservative like herself to elaborate like displaying birds, but she has never seen anything like this. Some of the creatures dotted around are, quite simply, far too bizarre to have any right to be alive. Her lion bristles beside her, growling slightly at all the new faces. The silver vaguely recognises some of the gathered horses, but the vast majority are new - both to her and, it seems, everybody else. She stands, looking from crystal-dotted weirdos to multicoloured monstrosities, and another wry snort escapes her flared nose. What in the name of Cinnoru is this shit? For the most part, the strange creatures seem just as surprised to be here as Nyx is to see them here, and her icy gaze travels to a sexy beast of a man who emenates electricity. The storm queen loves electricity, and she is hardpressed not to drool - little does she know that her lecherous gaze is fixated on nothing less than a God. Not knowing quite what to do, the mare hangs back, content to let others speak up. After all, the only sentence she would be able to come out with would start with 'what' and would end with 'the fuck are you', so it is best for everybody if she just stays quiet. "" |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
