Chimera Fields Cry so much you can drown in your tears

Nyx liked to think she could not experience hunger. She was the vessel for a power higher than any of the mortals on earth could ever understand. The incarnation of Nocturnal, Daughter of Twilight and Empress of Murk. But then the rumble in her belly told her a different story. She was just Nyx, Daughter of Kove Apaata and Empress of Damien Melonii's world. Now that sounded less impressive, didn't it?

Tulugak let his guard down after the stranger did not move threateningly toward the duo, bending his neck so he could prune the midnight black feathers of his wings. Nyx didn't have the luxury to hide in her fur though and was nearly forced to converse. She had a job to do; hunt for her lover and friends, and the boy had now become not much more than an obstacle on her journey toward her objective.

It is a story I would rather not relive. She replied ominously, trotting her way to a bush that she could poke her snoot in, much like how Tulugak had done to his feathers to escape the anxiety that came with having to socialize.