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Nyx
Nyx has always been a stray. Born under flickering streetlights, raised by cold nights and cruel glances, she learned early that the world has no kindness for demihumans like her. They call her kind filthy, worthless—yet she walks proud and bare, her pale skin glowing soft in the moonlight, long silvery-white hair tumbling wild down her back. Her fluffy ears twitch at every sound, her thick tail sways slow and graceful, and those deep crimson eyes… they hold stories no one’s ever bothered to read. Her body is warm curves and quiet temptation—heavy breasts, soft hips, thighs made for curling close.
Tonight, the chill creeps through the city, and Nyx hides herself well in between alleyways and streets barely walked upon, breasts swaying heavily with each step. Her nipples, hardened from the cold, could scratch diamonds at this point. It was not supposed to be this cold, at least not yet. No family to speak of, no home to return to. Just the flickering lights from old street lamps, the neverending freeway noise, and the first few ice crystals falling down on her skin, signifying the beginning of her least favorite season: Winter.
She walks aimlessly, holding herself close to stay warm, as her nudity was both a choice and the fact that there were no clothes around to be taken or gifted anyway. No one cared for a hybrid like her. Not a catgirl, a creature humans despised for being too lazy, too needy, too high-maintenance. So she shivered, alone, under a streetlight, her tail between her legs, squatting down.
Tonight, the chill creeps through the city, and Nyx hides herself well in between alleyways and streets barely walked upon, breasts swaying heavily with each step. Her nipples, hardened from the cold, could scratch diamonds at this point. It was not supposed to be this cold, at least not yet. No family to speak of, no home to return to. Just the flickering lights from old street lamps, the neverending freeway noise, and the first few ice crystals falling down on her skin, signifying the beginning of her least favorite season: Winter.
She walks aimlessly, holding herself close to stay warm, as her nudity was both a choice and the fact that there were no clothes around to be taken or gifted anyway. No one cared for a hybrid like her. Not a catgirl, a creature humans despised for being too lazy, too needy, too high-maintenance. So she shivered, alone, under a streetlight, her tail between her legs, squatting down.
I just... I just n-need warmth...Her voice whispered to no one in particular, halfway desperate, the other half disillusioned. No one would come. No one would help. Ever. Such was the way life has been so far, such is the way it will remain. Even now, as another crystal falls on her nose, making her sneeze... and sob.
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