He seemed so sure of himself that she wasn’t the monster. Nyxx knew this to be true as well. But so easily a mask could be worn. Deeds done in the shadows to make one look innocent. Nyxx could have went under the cover of darkness to other islands to wrought chaos, and then returned home and to the shadows where she lingered for most of her existence. Such thoughts were almost laughable, considering she had never even left this island, much less done anything vile such as that.


Any humor that Nyxx might have offered was quickly silenced as he moved, the underbrush giving away his otherwise silent steps, until he emerged from his hiding place so that she could plainly see him. If she were someone else, Nyxx might have gasped at the sight of him. Never before had she seen such scarring as he wore, or such meager mane. Nyxx wasn’t immune to such shock, but she didn’t look at him like the monster he claimed to be. For a moment her lips pressed tighter together, while she couldn’t help her blue eyes tracing over him. He had exposed himself to her gaze, and even if he wasn’t so heavily marked, Nyxx would have looked at him the same.


“Yes.” she replied after a second, which probably felt like a lifetime. It had certainly spanned longer than Nyxx had meant for it to. “Now I am certain that you are real, and whole, as I am. And that I’m not making you up to cure my loneliness.” The dark mare offered him a gentle smile. “You are not a monster.


Ooc: You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Just wanted to get Nyxx’s reply up.





Nyxx