Where are you going?


Nyxx woke to the sound of his voice, her own voice echoing in her recesses of her mind as the dream faded away. Her words were muffled and unable to understand, but the black mare remembered. It wasn’t just a dream, but a memory. The painted stallion had been the first to see her. The first to recognize the darkness that drifted by wasn’t just a shadow, even as he had tried to hide his scarred appearance in them. Although his voice had been gruff, Nyxx had not been afraid as she turned her gaze onto his. Blue orbs gazing into green, guarded depths. Somehow, despite their brief exchange, Nyxx had not forgotten. Away she had whispered, not knowing what else to say.


Blinking away sleep, the black mare glanced at her surroundings; the tangle of vine and dark greenery surrounding her. Lionheart would be somewhere nearby. The foreigner had stuck close ever since they had come across one another, but as of right now, she did not see him. With a gentle sigh, the mare heaved herself up from the sand onto white legs, giving herself a good shake to rid herself of the sand that clung to her side.


Rather than seek out the large pale stallion who had seemed to deem himself her guardian, Nyxx decided to spend the day alone. It was a normality for the strange mare, rather than always trying to find company. Still, she couldn’t seem to shake away the memory that clung to her mind. It haunted her, despite trying to forget it to focus on the day.


Nyxx