01-04-2021, 06:12 PM
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The sudden, absolute darkness pulls her from her hiding place. She has lived in shadows since he left her — since their cavern became cold and empty and the humanity that dwelled within her began to mourn him. She had never expected Partner to abandon her, even after Sister had made his body dance before her until she gave into her little game. When he had fled (at least that is what she assumes he had done, for when she returned from several nights of hunting, his smell was already growing dim) she had grown weary with grief, but instincts had forced her to look elsewhere.
She had refused to find another Partner, despite the way her body ached.
Even as she glides among the dark (a silent, tall shadow that might dance on the edges of Prey’s vision), Nexu vows to ignore the newer monsters. The endless darkness opened a gate into a world full of creatures just as dark and twisted and dangerous as herself, and the ancestors of her species whisper to continue their bloodline. Her instincts whisper that she is a failure; though the high ebony crown of a Queen juts from her face, she has no children to build her hive.
She seethes against the humanity in her, the voices that whisper she has given herself to Partner and she would be a liar to ignore that vow, and this anger feeds her. Nexu uses it to snap at the monsters that draw near to her armored body, baring her mouths and chittering warnings until they quickly scatter. By the time she reaches their abandoned cave, her knived tail flicks calmly at her heels.
The interior of her old home is dark, but she is a creature of the darkness and so she moves silently into the shadows, slitted nostrils flaring as she inhales what smells of Partner there might be.
She had refused to find another Partner, despite the way her body ached.
Even as she glides among the dark (a silent, tall shadow that might dance on the edges of Prey’s vision), Nexu vows to ignore the newer monsters. The endless darkness opened a gate into a world full of creatures just as dark and twisted and dangerous as herself, and the ancestors of her species whisper to continue their bloodline. Her instincts whisper that she is a failure; though the high ebony crown of a Queen juts from her face, she has no children to build her hive.
She seethes against the humanity in her, the voices that whisper she has given herself to Partner and she would be a liar to ignore that vow, and this anger feeds her. Nexu uses it to snap at the monsters that draw near to her armored body, baring her mouths and chittering warnings until they quickly scatter. By the time she reaches their abandoned cave, her knived tail flicks calmly at her heels.
The interior of her old home is dark, but she is a creature of the darkness and so she moves silently into the shadows, slitted nostrils flaring as she inhales what smells of Partner there might be.
@[Maugrim]