Nyxa
She hadn’t meant to keep him waiting for so long.
After years of being hopelessly left to her own devices, the semblance of a steady friendship in Hod is something Nyxa has come to cling to. In her heart, he’s closer to a brother than the ones she was born with and so, struggling to fight her way through the clutter of new-season bracken, she finally comes across him with breathless excitement. “Hod!” She calls out, though she knows he’s already heard her from a mile away.
Turns out he was less than inept as others assumed him to be. Hod’s senses were heightened, in fact, from the loss of his normal vision. It made it simple for her to understand his nature because she too had the ability to enhance her god-given senses by simply shifting those parts to wolf. In their time together on the Island, they’d already discovered countless hidden things no one else could smell out or hear.
“Time got away from me.” She explains, the slight curve of her feminine mouth tilting into an abashed grin. Swimming, of course, but she won’t have to explain that to Hod. He knows her; they know each other.
This is exactly why she tries so hard to refrain from reaching out to touch his pale skin, or to smell the comforting presence of his musk, usually buried beneath his thick, dark mane. If she does these things - if she clings to him with hope that together they might be something more - there would always be the chance of rejection.
Nyxa can’t begin to fathom it; already the pain of such an ordeal pierces her heart with worry so she brushes it aside with the flick of her evergreen tail. She and Hod were friends, just friends, and she liked it that way. “The tide is out, though. You ready to go?” She breathes, unable to reign in the obvious elation at their pre-planned adventure.
Wayward daughter of Canaan and Circinae
@[Hod] That's perfectly fine! Sorry for the wait <3