Post by Alex on Nov 6, 2018 22:34:09 GMT -5
Nyx
Man, it was weird how it was like all this pack stuff was brand new to her again. It's already been like... almost a whole year since she last had a pack, when she left the Nightstalkers a few months shy of two. The first snow of the year came not long after that. Snow seemed kind of bitter now, she didn't really enjoy it with the same wonder she used to have. But she felt like that about a lot of things now. Maybe that was growing up.
Nyx sighed, pacing around in the woods at the outskirts of the densite. She was surprised she was alone right here, without anyone monitoring her and breathing down her neck. They accepted her but they didn't trust her yet. She didn't blame them. With her still-healing injuries and built-up energy and no real way to just let it all out, she'd been feeling pretty goddamn agitated. She stopped her pacing when she caught sight of a large stick on the ground and she went to snatch it up. Throwing herself down with it, she gnawed. The feeling of chewing something, digging her teeth in and breaking it apart, it was therapeutic. She bore her fangs into the branch and peeled away the bark until the whole thing was just chewed in half.
The broken pieces were already too chewed up and too small to be satisfactory. So she ripped at some grass, got up, and jumped up by a tree to rip down another, bigger branch. The first time, her jaws snapped shut on nothing but air, but the second time, she jumped higher and clamped down onto a branch, low enough for her to reach but actually kind of high. However, it was a strong branch and didn't snap just from Nyx grabbing on. Her teeth dug into it and she kept a tight grip, but the rest of her just kind of loosely hung down, but like hell she was letting go.
Nyx sighed, pacing around in the woods at the outskirts of the densite. She was surprised she was alone right here, without anyone monitoring her and breathing down her neck. They accepted her but they didn't trust her yet. She didn't blame them. With her still-healing injuries and built-up energy and no real way to just let it all out, she'd been feeling pretty goddamn agitated. She stopped her pacing when she caught sight of a large stick on the ground and she went to snatch it up. Throwing herself down with it, she gnawed. The feeling of chewing something, digging her teeth in and breaking it apart, it was therapeutic. She bore her fangs into the branch and peeled away the bark until the whole thing was just chewed in half.
The broken pieces were already too chewed up and too small to be satisfactory. So she ripped at some grass, got up, and jumped up by a tree to rip down another, bigger branch. The first time, her jaws snapped shut on nothing but air, but the second time, she jumped higher and clamped down onto a branch, low enough for her to reach but actually kind of high. However, it was a strong branch and didn't snap just from Nyx grabbing on. Her teeth dug into it and she kept a tight grip, but the rest of her just kind of loosely hung down, but like hell she was letting go.
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