Greatwater Lake The Alabama Stomp

[table width=80%][tr][td]Unlike her brother, Nyx was far more a follower than a leader and completely comfortable with that. While she'd love to be Damien's equal whenever they drove Nemesis out of his forest, she knew that it was highly unlikely that she would ever acquire the man's full attention. But, what was a great leader without followers? She completed him and his image in more ways than one.

She lay there, ears swivelling atop his well-crafted skull - following the calm footsteps of the older male with the attention of a hunting lioness. What he did was not expected and a small yelp of pleasure and pain escaped her maw as he went for her shoulder. Her hackles raised and her head snapped to the side, legs struggling to get up but to no avail. His bigger frame erased any path of escape and she lay there hopelessly for a sliver of a second. She tried to bite the parts of him that were exposed to her, all the while struggling and pushing to escape. What the hell kind of training was this?[/tr][/td][/table]