Nymoria

The doorway slid closed behind her, the lock engaging almost naturally as Nymoria stepped into the front entryway. The silence of the house met her; comforting, to Nymoria, albeit likely unnerving to many others. Her hand reached out and touched a nearby wall, feeling the roughness beneath her fingers as she ran it along the surface. She found herself stepping into one of the main seating rooms, settling into the small cushion on the floor before leaning backwards and staring up at the ceiling above her. A small exhale of breath left her as she came to a rest, before closing her eyes. I

She’d been met with the comforting darkness of the twenty-fourth floor’s evening. The air was filled with a familiar tinge of water and salts, the expanse of liquid cutting between the various isles leaving a touch upon the nose that those familiar with it could only call comforting. Nymoria had paused as she waited for a nearby ferry to prepare for departure, her one means of traversing between the main island, and her home located on Massa. She’d managed to scrounge up the desire to find something else to nibble on – a meat covered stick of some sort, which contained a sour sauce atop it, so

They’d left the restaurant behind once Musei had finished his final meal, Nymoria’s digital wallet slightly thinner after the cost of the treat. Which wasn’t to say that she was anywhere near broke, not like she had been when she first started her adventure. She still remembered the early days, renting out the inn and suffering through the small bed tucked into a room that was barely large enough to be called comfortable. We’ve come a long ways from that, haven’t we Musei? She gave a soft smile towards her shoulder, the weasel tucked away into his pack; comfortable and contained away from the

Nymoria had forgotten how much Musei could eat. They’d completed three of the main course dishes already – she’d taken her own fair share, of course, although Musei had eaten the majority of it – and it didn’t appear like the small weasel was anywhere near finished with his desires and sating’s of said desires. He’d stared up at her with a knowing look for a few seconds after finishing off the final piece of teriyaki salmon, before she’d sighed and given in; calling forth the waiter and ordering another plate even as she felt herself wince a little at the growing bill. Last one. No more.

It was almost too easy, Nymoria noticed, as the final foxes disappeared into a glittering of shards upon the sky. She wondered, for the briefest of moments, if they shards made any sound as they glittered in the air, before realising that her mind had wandered. Smiling to herself, she accepted the fact that she had, at least in the moment, proven that she was still capable; capable of continuing to fight, of overcoming the bear, and of smiling in small moments of joy as she wondered at the smaller things in life. She gave a quiet sigh as she collected herself, knowing that she would need

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The firefoxes dashed around Nymoria as her blade stabbed out in a flurry, the tip catching one of the creatures through the side and impaling it fully, a single second of pause before it exploded into nothingness and left her facing just three of them. She could feel as one grabbed her arm, tearing into it with teeth that burned ever so slightly, before she could manage to tear it away from her and toss it aside. Two of the creatures saw the danger of her rapier and leapt backwards, one barely managing to avoid the slash of her slim blade, while the other was tossed to the side. Before Nymoria

Nymoria’s charge had been success, her rapier lashing out in bursts as she scored strike after strike against the creatures, evading their retaliatory snaps with an ease that came through her lithe and agile ability. She’d spotted one of the foxes retreating slightly, and although she’d attempted to chase after the creature, the others had swarmed between her and it. She allowed it to sneak backwards, focusing instead on the trio pressing into her, not willing to let herself get overwhelmed so easily. This is…not like the bear. There’s no hesitation, no guilt. Is it because they look more

Nymoria had been following trail after trail as she explored the depths of the woods, her thoughts leading her on even as they seemed to chase her from behind. She’d long since lost track of time, her general location, and anything beyond the path opening before her. She’d passed by various animals during her travels, but most had scattered upon her approach – save a large great bear that had given her a chill, and she’d chosen to avoid it entirely. They look promising though. The flickering forms of the firefoxes flittered between the trees some distance from her, a small pack that was h

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The witch had drawn a dagger of some sort, Morrígan had only noticed the weapon at the final instant as it was inserted into the blonde’s gut. His shocked expression was no surprise to Morrígan, but the remainder of his reaction took her off guard, and she found herself turning to look at the partially stumbling man in confusion. ’Have you been severely injured?’ The question popped out of her mouth before she could stop herself, internally smacking herself at the stupidity of the question. She could see his health bar in the top corner of her screen – an obvious indication that he was r

Winding through the woods had provided some measure of comfort to Nymoria; the desolate silence that filled her world unbroken by anything beyond the small shiver of leaves on the passing trees. No animals leapt out at her, no thoughts forced into life through some event that caused her to panic, or drip with anxiety. She was alone and in peace. Given the time to sort her thoughts and consider everything she knew; admittedly not a lot, but enough that she could begin to piece together a measure of what had occurred. Cardinal cannot create new emotions for us. It can’t simply change how w

Leaving behind the site of the bear had been harder than Nymoria had expected. She’d stayed for almost an hour, pondering over the response she’d had to the fight, and the way in which she’d fought. Thoughts had scrolled through her brain faster than she could keep up with them all, and although she’d tried her hardest to keep the darker portion of her mind at bay, it had slithered into her mind regardless; testing her and tainting her ideas. She’d eventually been forced to shut it all down, to compel herself to move on. It had taken more effort than Nymoria would’ve liked, but as she’d