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lorious, blissful darkness. The inky black of a sky so clear the stars glittered brilliantly, dying supernovas that sprinkled the ebony ocean above her like shining pearls. Nimue basked underneath the expanse of stars, reveling in the sweet shadows of night. She was wondrously alone, the life at Court quiet and sleeping. Standing atop a small hill crest, Nimue stood as still as a statue. Her lids heavy and closed, the night air like spun sugar in her mouth. Marvelously alone with herself and her thoughts.Blinking slowly, she opened her haunting eyes to the night, silently petitioning the gods. The only light save from the stars pulsed at her throat, the chunk of amethyst glowing a soft violet light onto the rosy femme. She meditated, clearing the cache of thoughts filtering through her. Her mind hyper focused on the sounds of the deep night, the hooting of an owl, the rustle of leaves in the cool spring breeze. Slowly the tension released from her muscles as she began to relax. Her ears flicked and honed onto the many sounds of the nocturnal wildlife. She smacked her lips together, her throat dry. Oh.
A simple fix. The soft sounds of running water rang in her ears. She trotted silently across the dewy grass towards the tree line, dipping her delicate crown underneath the branches. Each hoofbeat was precise, the woman's one blue-violet orb adjusted to the perfect obsidian of night. The silver moon hid her face on this night, a lack of moonlight guiding her way. Uneasiness did not course through her veins however. Her court was sleeping in their castle. Who else would be awake on such a night besides a witch?
The rush and trickling of water grew steadily louder. Only several meters now. She broke through the tree line to a clearing with a lovely view of the starry sky, the creek snaking through the trees. Her hooves dug deep into the damp earth, breath catching in her throat. She was not as alone as she thought she would be.. a muscular blue body stood up to his knees in the ebbing water, drinking from the sustenance. His body reflected with a smaller scale of the stars, bright as the night hanging above them. A familiar rush of -- love? -- anger burned in her veins. So much for meditation.. a physical materialization of her damnation stood before her. Either that or a mocking replica of the reason of her lost immortality from the gods. Damn them. Damn them all.
The world turned red around her as her anger surged into something sickeningly tangible. Her knees became jelly, wobbly, and at the same time, her muscles tensed until she was poised to strike. His head snapped up, turning towards her in that smile she -- craved? -- resented blooming on his face in welcome. "You." she spat at him, "Who sent you here? Did the gods bring you here to mock me?"
@astarael I'm sorry in advance for Nim's love/hate bi-polarness but yassss let's play <3
