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tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-06-26 09:01 pm
tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-06-26 09:01 pm
Willy
Nyx watched Hex go, waiting a beat before turning and headed back towards the remains of what had once been a village.
He wandered quietly at first, poking around in the remains of buildings, and inspecting things he found discarded. There was a sadness here. Something broken. Lost. He could taste it in the air, like chalk and dust.
"Are you still here?" he called out. "You must be, I feel eyes on me. Come out. Come speak."
He wandered quietly at first, poking around in the remains of buildings, and inspecting things he found discarded. There was a sadness here. Something broken. Lost. He could taste it in the air, like chalk and dust.
"Are you still here?" he called out. "You must be, I feel eyes on me. Come out. Come speak."
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"Because I am. I am the last of my kin, and I am a prince. I am special," Nyx insisted, as if he needed it to be true to be happy.
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"That does make you special," he agreed, smiling with too many teeth.
Suddenly, a wind machine and chocolate were of the least possible interest.
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Nyx puffed up with pride.
"Anyway, it is nearly lunch, I like to have my lunch at the bar. I will see you tomorrow maybe."
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"I will see you tomorrow," Willy repeated, but there was no maybe.
He rarely left his village. Rarely left his collection. For this, though, for Nyx, he would hunt.
He would have him for his own.