Nyxa
Oddly enough, she’s aware that he’s changed even before she lays eyes on him. That hovering whistle near the end of his call … it’s not like him, or at least not like the Hod she remembers. The sound of it causes her pale ears to twitch and her slender muzzle to press itself into a firm line. Nyxa finds that she’s scared of what she’ll see when the oyster of the world finally gives up its pearl; the Hod inside her memories is yet untouched by time, as she’s sure the Nyxa in his is still a tawny, brooding sort of creature.
Her chiming whinny to his summons comes without hesitation, despite the little thrill of shock that accompanies it. She feels giddy almost, every nerve attuned to the rush of sound and smells that’d been void and null beneath the sea. The sight of her hooves beneath her is a flurry of movement, rushing over the sand with a mind of their own as if Hod would disappear should she not find him quickly enough.
Her heart thrums to the repetition of his name, Hod, Hod, Hod, repeated over and over again inside her mind as she rushes to meet him.
Hod is a dark form set against an even darker sky. The gray of his familiar, speckled coat makes her want to run, to stretch once weightless legs and close the gap between them but she won’t, she can’t just yet because she knows the vision she presents is not the one he may be expecting. The lanky legs of her youth, once spotted with brown, are gone; now they pass over one another as gleaming, willoy things. Fluid and glimmering with the overlap of silverish fish scales. Nyxa’s dark green mane is thick and cape-like, gracing her shoulders and rump as a plush, velvet monarch’s would.
And, by god! The body they hardly disguise beneath is breathtaking! Womanly and iridescent as mother-of-pearl, every curve and angle just right, every movement or shudder simply magnificent. A paragon of the Nereid she was, and one of the reasons she’d stayed submerged for as long as she had. Castile’s reaction to her early changes had been enough to convince her: Without Hod around to secure her safety and claim her heart (as it was destined to be his from the beginning) it just hadn’t felt right to be coveted by any other.
Winded already from her busy pace, Nyxa attempts to calm her racing emotions and curious eyes (were those fangs in his mouth?) as she pulls to a sudden halt before him. The words won’t come, but Hod has them ready anyways. “I missed you.” He says, and those few, simple words remind her of three others she’d been longing to say for a while.
Her body moves of its own accord, chest brazenly pressing against his as she molds herself to fit against the shape of his mature stature, and with her lips buried beneath the shadowy tendrils of his mane, Nyxa replies with, “I love you.”
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Hod]