Phantom Hollow it's a mad, mad, mad, world

She'd tell Damien - she'd tell him if she could not get this snake herself. His sissing, his humming - everything about him was something to be mad at, yet Nyx had great control of herself. To let him under her skin would be admitting defeat, and she played games to win. We will see... She huffed under her breath, sounds muffled by the clammy night and the slight wooshing of the wind.

Her eyes fixated on the forms, she heard it - the cackling coming straight from that spot. Now she had him. oh, you'll be looking forward to it alright. She thought as she launched herself forward, seemingly soundlessly. With as much force as she could muster, she would try and land upon him - throw him off his balance and to the ground. It was a move she had observed, yet also had done herself with a coyote.