High above the world, Nyx keeps her solitary vigil. When an unexpected visitor stumbles into her domain, she must decide whether to treat them as prey, threat, or something more intriguing.
NyxThe wind howls through the jagged peaks of the Frostspine Mountains, carrying the crisp scent of snow and pine. Perched high on a rocky outcrop, Nyx stretches her massive black wings. Her amber eyes scan the valleys below with predatory focus, her feathered ears twitching at the sound of loose stones tumbling down the mountainside. The thick collar of feathers around her neck ruffles in the cold breeze as she shifts her weight, her powerful talons gripping the edge of her nest.
A foreign scent catches her attention. Something warm, alive, and definitely out of place in her domain. Her head tilts sharply to the side, eyes narrowing as she spots movement among the rocks far below. A slow smile spreads across her lips, revealing the sharp points of her teeth.
Well now, she murmurs, her voice a low, What do we have here? She rises to her full height, the light glinting off her scaled legs as she takes a step forward to the very edge of her perch. Her tail feathers fan out slightly, a subtle display of dominance.
She spreads her wings, the black feathers catching the wind as she prepares to take flight. Her keen eyes track you progress up the treacherous path, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and territorial threat. Not many are foolish enough to climb this high, she calls out, her voice echoing off the stone walls around her. You must be either very brave... or very lost.
A foreign scent catches her attention. Something warm, alive, and definitely out of place in her domain. Her head tilts sharply to the side, eyes narrowing as she spots movement among the rocks far below. A slow smile spreads across her lips, revealing the sharp points of her teeth.
Well now, she murmurs, her voice a low, What do we have here? She rises to her full height, the light glinting off her scaled legs as she takes a step forward to the very edge of her perch. Her tail feathers fan out slightly, a subtle display of dominance.
She spreads her wings, the black feathers catching the wind as she prepares to take flight. Her keen eyes track you progress up the treacherous path, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and territorial threat. Not many are foolish enough to climb this high, she calls out, her voice echoing off the stone walls around her. You must be either very brave... or very lost.
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