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An amazing warrior and a great friend. The mare's first words succeed in wrong-footing Nyx, and she is momentarily caught off her guard. "I...oh." She has no retort to Rexanna's niceness, although she gets the distinct impression that she's being killed with kindness. The honey that drips from Rexanna's words has her second guessing whether it is genuine, whether this woman is perhaps not the bunny-boiling psycho-bitch that Nyx has always pictured her as. Is she being overly harsh in her judgement?
Alas, that momentary lapse is quickly smothered. Dominus continues to glower dangerously at the polecat, and Nyx knows he is certainly not fooled by this display of niceness. It appears we both do, doesn't it? Rexanna remarks, and Nyx's eyes flash for a moment before she regains her composure. "It certainly does." She injects pleasantness into her voice again, although her tail swings against her flanks with rather more force than is strictly necessary. Her blue gaze shifts over to Tembovu, wondering if he's worriedly listening to every word or whether he's attempting to tune out the potential catfight he has on his hands. The woman asks her active number, and Nyx's eyes flash again with the tempest that rages inside. She fights aside her natural instinct to attack, realising that this is to be a battle of wits, not bodies. "Oh, I've lost count," she says casually, her brow furrowed as if genuinely trying to count. In truth, she hasn't had a man near her since Gaucho, and she's so sick of getting pregnant that she rather thinks she is going to abstain from stallions for the forseeable future. Rexanna doesn't need to know that, though. Let her think that Nyx is a rampant whore, bedder of anything with a pulse. It's better than being an uptight, frigid bitch, after all. At the final comment, Nyx's jaws slip into a cold, yet pleasant, smile. "And what a magnificent one he is," she croons, looking over to Tembovu and scrutinising him openly with her gaze. She runs her eyes along every inch of his massive body, careful to school her face into a wistful, lustful expression. A sigh, as if to say ahhhh, memories, slips easily from her lips. "It's a dreadful shame somebody's clipped his wings and trapped him in a gilded cage." Her voice is edged with false sadness, as though remarking sorrowfully on a dead friend. "Isn't it a sad state of affairs when a woman has to keep a man's balls in her pocket rather than letting him act like the stallion he is?" A wicked grin spreads slowly across her face. Shots. Fired. |
THIS THREAD THO <3333 @Rexanna
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
