Post by Nyx Of The Night on Apr 1, 2011 21:40:54 GMT -5
A beautiful woman with flowing hair, that from afar looked silver or white, was walking along the skirts of the camp. Her walk was so gracful and complete, it looked as though she were floating above the ground. In the wind, most of her hair was blowing out behind her, but many stubborn strands stayed infront of her face, concealing it from anyones veiw. Even if anyone had seen her face, there would have been no expression. She was good as hiding those. After many years of practice, she ought to be. She was good at hiding. Not normal hiding like concealing yourself, but hiding herself from the world. Her soal, not her body.
Over time in her childhood, her body had been a menace to her. A curse. The beauty the gods had blessed her with had truly changed the way she was treated. She too, was treated as though she were a goddess, and when she found out of her mother, it felt to her like a sick joke. Growing up, she had been call Nyx The Goddess Of The Night, for her emotionless face, and love for the night sky, and for, of course, her beauty. When her mother had revealed herself to her, she realized the kids around her, calling her such names, were in fact, not far off.
Many fawned over her. Many were jealous, and because of that she'd had many enimies. More so then friends or family. Infact, she had no family. Nyx had grown up with her older brother, Stark. He'd always been more to her then a brother. More so like apart of her own soal. Then he went and died, taking part of her soal with him. Gone. Forever.
Since then, she lived with the old hag she'd lived next to for years. She'd been the only one to take her in, and she trwated her as if it was Nyx's fault her brother died. That she'd caused this. She was right.
The old lady -Cormanci- was a grudge holder, and a drunk, but Nyx had no other choice. For ten years she'd been stuck living with Cormanci, who Nyx had secretly changed her name to hag from Heck, rather then just hag.
Sighing, Nyx turned, and faced the gate that opened her new life. She hesitated walking in though. Hesitated because she didn't know what to expect.
She thought she could hear Stark's voice scolding her in her head.
"Don't hesitat! Hesitating means insacurity, and if people think your insacure, they'll take advantage of you. Control you! You must stay strong, and just roll with whatever life gives you!"
Nyx shook her head sadly,and rubbed the only ring she wore either of her hands. It was plain and to most, it was ugly. Completly black, with a gross looking snak wrapping around it. To Nyx it was beautiful. it had been Starks. He'd givin it to her the night before he died.
As if he'd known...
She thought again for the bizillionth time. Shaking her head to clear it, she again looked forward. Determend to start over. Nyx The Goddess Of The Night, would become whole again.
Over time in her childhood, her body had been a menace to her. A curse. The beauty the gods had blessed her with had truly changed the way she was treated. She too, was treated as though she were a goddess, and when she found out of her mother, it felt to her like a sick joke. Growing up, she had been call Nyx The Goddess Of The Night, for her emotionless face, and love for the night sky, and for, of course, her beauty. When her mother had revealed herself to her, she realized the kids around her, calling her such names, were in fact, not far off.
Many fawned over her. Many were jealous, and because of that she'd had many enimies. More so then friends or family. Infact, she had no family. Nyx had grown up with her older brother, Stark. He'd always been more to her then a brother. More so like apart of her own soal. Then he went and died, taking part of her soal with him. Gone. Forever.
Since then, she lived with the old hag she'd lived next to for years. She'd been the only one to take her in, and she trwated her as if it was Nyx's fault her brother died. That she'd caused this. She was right.
The old lady -Cormanci- was a grudge holder, and a drunk, but Nyx had no other choice. For ten years she'd been stuck living with Cormanci, who Nyx had secretly changed her name to hag from Heck, rather then just hag.
Sighing, Nyx turned, and faced the gate that opened her new life. She hesitated walking in though. Hesitated because she didn't know what to expect.
She thought she could hear Stark's voice scolding her in her head.
"Don't hesitat! Hesitating means insacurity, and if people think your insacure, they'll take advantage of you. Control you! You must stay strong, and just roll with whatever life gives you!"
Nyx shook her head sadly,and rubbed the only ring she wore either of her hands. It was plain and to most, it was ugly. Completly black, with a gross looking snak wrapping around it. To Nyx it was beautiful. it had been Starks. He'd givin it to her the night before he died.
As if he'd known...
She thought again for the bizillionth time. Shaking her head to clear it, she again looked forward. Determend to start over. Nyx The Goddess Of The Night, would become whole again.
