name: nyxon - (play on the greek goddess nyx/mash-up of nyx and ox/oxen)
gender: female
element: darkness
backstory: ↴
personality: Nyxon is a mostly laid-back Nytron. She's all play and no work, and has a reputation of being rowdy and having a seemingly endless amount of energy. There is scarce a time when she isn't goofing off or messing with her friends, which tends to earn her scorn for slacking so much. However, this doesn't deter her; in fact, it really only encourages her. She tends to take everything as a challenge, and doesn't always quite know when to stop. Like her "namesake," Nyxon has the power of darkness and shadows, and uses this to her advantage whenever she feels necessary.
bird song wrote:Nyxon trudged through the familiar part of the forest, focused entirely on remembering and soaking in nostalgia. One particular spot brought her back to a particular feathered creature..
Once upon a time, Nyxon had met a bird. This bird couldn't fly, couldn't talk, and couldn't see, yet it knew who she was, where she was, and didn't even stumble when it perched on a stick in front of her.
This bird put her at unease. She felt like it knew everything about her, like it was judging her, and she didn't like it.
"Who are you." She demanded, untrusting and wary of her "guest."
I am whoever you want me to be, the bird said, shuffling its wings before settling back into its chest.
"That is not an answer, and you know it.. Whatever you are." She quipped, voice and expression taking on a sour tone. She didn't like this bird, and she most certainly didn't trust it either.
Why? I have not done anything to you. You don't even know me. The bird replied, and titled its head to the side in mock confusion.
Nyxon growled under her breath, barely restraining herself from getting up and removing the perceived root of her problems. This bird, no, this thing, was getting on her nerves and quite frankly she was not in the mood for cutesy little mind games.
"That is part of the problem. You do not speak, yet I can hear you. You do not know me, yet you know everything I could ever say. You do not see, yet you never trip, never fall, and you always know where I am. Am I not in the right to be suspicious of such a creature?" She returned curtly, glaring down at the bird with mean stare.
Well, if you put it like that, then I suppose you're not in the wrong. The bird said, nodding its head in acknowledgement, but it didn't stop there, But is it not rude to assume things about others?
"Sometimes you have to do a little assuming to get things done." Nyxon replied coldly.
You may be right, but you may also be wrong. The bird replied back.
Nyxon swallowed her words immediately, the frustration and anger building up in her chest starting to boil over. This was getting ridiculous, and she was tired of being messed with. Without a word, the nytron got up to stand on all fours, a scowl fixed on her face. She went into action immediately, lunging forward to snap at the bird sitting on the ground.
As expected, the small creature squawked and flapped its wings before it dodged her jaws, ducking away and landing farther away.
You don't want to do that, missy. The bird said, and if it were possible, Nyxon imagined it might have hissed at her. Instead, it glared at her now, chest puffed out and feathers ruffled. Clearly, it didn't like that.
Instead of a reply, Nyxon lunged forward again, trying to get her teeth on anything she could to get a grip. Instead, the bird dodged and ducked out of the way, until Nyxon finally snagged its tail feathers.
I know things, many things. I know you are not as pure as you like to think. The bird said quietly, though the anger was clear in its voice.
Nyxon had to pause, wondering what that event meant, wondering if the bird knew, and this was the perfect opportunity for the bird. It bit down on her paw with its tiny beak, and when Nyxon's grip loosened, it flew away and out of sight.
Nyxon glared at the place the bird had been, not for resentment, but out of worry.
Would she see this bird again? Would it come back any time soon?
Most importantly, how much did it know?
She would never find these answers out, seeing as she never saw the bird again. However, she'll swear up and down and back that she's heard the angry beating of a bird's wings more than once.
