"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain."
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► :: Nyx :: ◄ [imghttp://images.wikia.com/thewarriorcatsclanroleplay/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg][/img]
╰☆╮Ɖσωи тσ βʋιƨиɛƨƨ ╰☆╮☪ Ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ Nyxeria (Meaning Night :3 ) of No Stars
☪ Иιcκ иαмɛƨ "I usually go by Nyx."
☪ Δɢɛ "Isnt it rude to ask for a fae's age? No? Two."
☪ Ǥɛи∂ɛя "Do I look male?" Female
╰☆╮ βɛαʋтʏ ιƨ σиℓʏ ƨκιи ∂ɛɛρ ... ╰☆╮ ☪ ˩σσκƨ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи"I honeslty see myself as a smaller, more petie black fae. Nothing more, nothing less."
Nyx is a rather pretty jet black wolf with a lighter shade of dark white on her underbelly. With razor sharp ice blue eyes that glimmer with a darker hue, Nyx has a v-nick in her right ear from fights before she found Dream's pack. She has average fur, but it dosent gkeep her as warm as it should. She is smaller than most wolves, with long, slender legs that give her great speed, but not the best stamina. Her body is lithe, and not built for extreme fighting. Not saying that she cant fight, she can, but she prefers hunting. She has a thin line of silver around the tip of her tail, and no where else.
☪ βσ∂ʏ мσ∂ƨ " The absolute most coolest scar ever!"
Located on her left shoulder, a silvery, thin line going from the side of her neck to her shoulder.
╰☆╮ βɛнιи∂ тнɛ Ѧαƨκ ╰☆╮☪ Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ Nyx is a very sarcastic, humorous fae. She loves to pull pranks on her pack-mates, but she really dosnet mean harm unless she has something against you. She usually is found acting on impulse, and not thinking before she acts. She replies to challenges with her claws and fangs, and not with her brain. Unless it's hunting of course. Then she becomes the opposite of herself. Focused, calm and patient. In reality, she is very impatient, far from calm, not hyper, but not calm, and usually looking for some fun. She loves the nighttime and looking at the stars, because it makes her feel at peace. The black fae is also a rebellious, spunky creature who dosent understand the meaning of rules or laws and does what she wants when she can get away with it. She is an extremely stealthy wolf, cunning when she actully stops to think, and a great ally and friend in general.
☪ Ħιƨтσяʏ"Ah...My history..Is not a sob story, and I prefer not to gain your sympathy but if you insist..."
The moon was high in the sky, and the wind howled outside the cave. A small black pup in a litter of grays and brown, stood out like a sore thumb. Her mother nuzzled her softly, fear eteched on her sharp features. "Lokair..What if she's a runt? She'll never survive the winter..." A wolf standing next to the enterance, peering out into the vast exspanse of snow before the cave, sighed in defeat. "Every litter." He growled, voice bitter. "Every litter Kolra!" Kolra flattened her ears to her skull and growled back, in a monotone. "It's not my fault Lokair. I cant help it if they are born small. I was born small." Something snapped within Lokair and in a fluid movement, he gripped the small black pup and whipped around into the horrible storm. Kolra's cries of protest could be heard in the distance. Lokair walked to a small, concluded area of pine trees and dug a small hole and placed the pup inside. The pup, presumably a fae, looked at him with such bright eyes, that he turned away. "I cannot raise another pup who is destined to die. My heart cannot take it. Better you die young and not attached to my heart, then older and glued to it." He whispered before vanishing into the swirling snow. The pup did not wail, did not cry, but just waited. Waited for her father to come. But he never did. She was taken in by stray dogs, and raised like a husky. But at the age of one and three months, she left them in search of a home.☪ Ƥαяɛитƨ Lokair and Kolra
☪ ƧιвℓιиɢƨGraki, Plyth, and Kairi
╰☆╮ Єϰтяαƨ αяɛ ιмρσятαит ╰☆╮☪ Ɔяʋƨн "Well of course I wouldnt tell you!"
Possibly Void
☪ мαтɛ"Catch my eye."
☪ ρʋρƨ "Someday?"
☪ ωαитɛ∂ яαиκ Beta Fae
☪ яαиκ *Ish an obidient blank spot*
☪ σтнɛяHai! ^.^
