Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

It was no secret that the young fighter liked hurting just as much as inflicting it upon others, but touch the plaything of someone else? Only Nemesis' prisoners deserved freedom - who knew what the foxy female had done to one of their members. Then again, they were a rather childish bunch if she thought about it. Perhaps it had been one of Potema pups' games? They had done a splendid job if that were the case.

Nyx sighed. She hated not having the answers. To be played with, I suppose. She answered, having no real theory on just exactly why since she didn't even know who had put her here. Sheo would've done some experimenting, the feisty pup liked tormenting and power - perhaps Potema even thought of sacrificing her. She stepped a little more forward, sniffling the other ever so slightly as she answered.

Me? A smile had settled, one too sweet to mean anything good. No. At least, not yet. If only she truly knew why she was here. I can't speak for my wolves, however. She said honestly, having no real secrets to hide about it.