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It's really bad manners to make a pregnant woman swim. The silver is half-contemplating the notion of not bothering to come to this particular new land gathering, but her curiosity outweighs her trepidation about swimming from the mainland to this new island. She is, however, alone in her journey. Dominus firmly refuses to get his fur wet, possessing that typically feline loathing of water. He remains on the other shore, glaring daggers at his bonded as she treads water and boosts herself across towards the gathering on the archipelego. The water is not too cold, though, and Nyx is soon on the other side. As the water cascades from her grey fur, her slightly swollen sides become evident; the expansion is faint, but it's enough to give away the fact that life grows inside her. Either that or she needs a serious diet. It does pose a worrying conundrum, though - if there's another God fight, what will the ironheart put first? Her warrior duties, or the safety of her foal? As ever, there is a batch of new Rift-creatures, as well as some familiar faces. She sees Tembovu, and feels a thrill spread down her spine. She soon averts her gaze and looks to this land's patron God, the massive man of Earth with a crow-thing sat on his haunches. Nyx glances at him for a moment, before continuing to look around the rest of her companions on this strange little island. Water drips down her legs, cooling her off and providing blessed relief from the humid air, as well as her pregnancy sweats. God damn those pregnancy sweats. "" |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
