Blackfeather Woods I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies

Though raised in shadows, Nyx was not the dark creature she had wanted to be growing up. She was a rather compassionate and caring woman, surprisingly, have set prisoners free without being punished. Nyx smiled to herself. She felt better doing good things, which was probably why she had never killed before. Not a soul she had taken, just some tongues. At least the ones she had harmed could still redeem her some day...

Many have left. What if I were to desire to leave with you? She didn't, truly, but testing Aries' loyalty to her had to be done now he had grown. She couldn't have a ward that thought of her as less than the pack. The Night looked at him then, mismatched eyes eyeing his scars as her own prickled beneath her midnight fur.