.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
"Usually when people come here, that isn't the kind of wood they have in mind."
The ironheart quirks a brow and cocks her head in the direction of the shattered willow, the innuendo dripping easily from her tongue. This, she knows, is the land of rutting, the land of lust and sating the primal urges of the flesh. She knows this not because she has visited here for that purpose herself, but because the place reeks of hormones. Hell, she practically got pregnant just stepping over the threshold. So to see a stallion - a handsome thing, who would have no shortage of eligible ass flung in his general direction if he chose to indulge - taking out his anger on a tree is rather odd to see. Nyx would expect him to be sating a different urge here, not the kill-it-dead one. As she nears, the silver realises that she knows this man; he is of the Edge, seen in passing during gatherings and grazing. He also attended both God fights, like she did. It's only good manners for her to approach and keep him company, then. She doesn't know that many of her herdmates, which is a wrong she is keen to correct. She has to live with them, after all - she is a warrior, meaning she would give her life to protect them. It's only fair she gets to know who she is protecting. Dominus prowls in the undergrowth nearby, breaking out of it to shoot the stallion a hungry blue-eyed look. "Lots of meat on that one," he observes, then growls as Nyx bodily shoves him out of the way. He shakes his massive mane then slinks his muscular frame off back into the foliage, tail swinging irritably behind him. The soldier looks from him to the antelope-horned male. "I'm Nyx, a warrior of the Edge. I believe we are herdmates?" She dips her head to him, obsidian horn sweeping towards the ground, before fixing him with her curious blue stare. "So, who pissed on your breakfast?" Her words are sympathetic, despite the somewhat vulgar nature of them. Nyx doesn't do open outpourings of emotion - she does cheery, humourous pick-me-ups. Somehow, with him being here, and the sheer depressed nature of him, she is hazarding a guess that it's mare-related. And Nyx, in her eyes, is the perfect way to show him that her gender aren't all asshats. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
