Nyxx had thought herself to drift in the darkness for the rest of her existence. To briefly be seen, or scented, but never interacted with. Her solitude was mostly of her own making. She could approach any herd stallion, become one of their numbers, and simply exist with their herd. But the toxic feeling that had poured over her the moment she had realized both of her parents had gone; not a single goodbye said, Nyxx had never wanted to feel that again. To be abandoned, as if she didn’t matter. As if she were forgotten. So, when he says he will not forget, a new heady rush fills the mare, and it is nearly too much. Nyxx nearly feels suffocated by whatever feeling it had given her.


“Are you sure that you are the monster?” Nyxx finds herself asking. The words falling from her mouth as soon as they form in her head, without the filter to make sure it was the right thing to say. The black mare was usually more calculated. In the very least, self-doubting enough to make sure she should say something before saying it. “I’m not afraid. You are.” Spoken just as softly as before, it is not a harsh accusation. Only an observation to how he had behaved both times they had met. “Perhaps that makes me the monster instead?”





Nyxx