[open] I had a dream that we were dead; any

[Nayl]

I am not afraid... I was born to do this.

Nayl’s eyes gleam curiously when she sees him, when she sees how his flesh splits apart then stitches back together again and again. She sees how his points almost glow in the sunlight, much like her grandfather. A fleeting memory, really. Tiphon played very little in her life as he had been more trained on his real family – his two loves – and less interested in the dynasty he helped create in the Jungle.

It never bothered Nayl. She only ever had mother, but even that had been brief. Father passed not long prior.

But to see this man, cloaked in the reminiscence of her family, draws her from the shade of a deciduous tree. Much of this forest is dappled by the canopy, but for a heartbeat he passes beneath a sheet of light so that she may glimpse his face. Her leg lifts for another step, but then she takes pause upon noticing another male sidle closer. It doesn’t escape her notice how drawn aback he is by the undead stallion. An amused chuckle slips past her lips as she finally edges close enough to be seen and heard. ”You aren’t quite use to the wonders of Beqanna, are you?” Her brow lifts up, but furrows when her head turns to the undead male. ”You’re related to Tiphon, no doubt,” her lips are pursed tightly as she weighs the situation and scrutinizes him. ”Although I always thought prodigy of an angel would be a hell of a lot better looking.” She had only known a couple of her aunts and uncles, never extending a hand to them, but even in her experience they had all been beautiful specimens.

He, however, is something entirely new.

”What’s your name?” She finally asks, first to walking corpse, then to the wary stallion at her side.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina