What a fine mess this is

As Nimue walked beneath a twilight canopy of fading light, there is a soft, ember glow illuminating across the horizon. The sun is quickly falling in the west, creating a canvas of pastel hues, helping guide her way through the unfamiliar domain. In truth, this is the first time she’s really explored the territories of Elysium; she’d been out in the neutral areas, listening to that girl’s incessant lectures on resilience and shit. Bleh. Thinking back to how much time she’d wasted listening to her, made her want to gag; even if she learned a thing or two.

At least listening to the girl made her feel something - even if it was annoyance. The whole, Chimera falling ill and abandoning his pack thing? She didn’t know how to feel about that. It was a challenging situation, one she could have taken advantage of and slipped through the cracks, vanishing forever. But Nimue’s resolve was stronger than that. She wanted to earn her freedom, to show Chimera she was more than the scavenging girl he’d claimed at his borders. Oh yeah, Chimera. She still didn’t know him very well, and she’d heard a lot of rumors about the male. But regardless of whatever wolves whispered about him, he was sick. The realization brought on a wave of sadness, and also, a flicker of anger. She resented him for being so weak. And that anger continued to burn beneath the surface, adding to her frustration and indignation at the unfairness of it all. If he died, what was she supposed to do? How could she move forward from this unsurmountable obstacle?

She’s suppressed her emotions until now, but like most things, they’d bottled up and welled uncontrollably in her mind- all-consuming and paralyzing, as she considered how to navigate it all. Hell, she’d almost walked right past the lake, which was starting to glow with tiny flickers of luminesces, dotting the air like scattered stars. The flickering caught her attention, clearing her mind of thought as she stopped to look. She’d never seen anything like it before; an ethereal glow illuminating against the twilight background, pulsating in harmony and reflecting off the stillness of the lake.

Oh. She wasn’t the only one around either. Rogue. She hadn’t talked to him since their fight on the beach, but she’d seen him in passing during the move to Elysium. Damn, he looked pissed. There was a palpable tension resonating from him, a hardened expression contorting those playboy features. For a while, Nimue observed him from the underbrush; debating on whether she should approach, or leave him be. The sun had vanished below the horizon in the west, their main source of light being the tiny creatures dancing near the water’s edge, and the cosmic canvas of a clear, autumn night sky.

Ultimately, she decided to approach him. Maybe fucking with him could be fun.

She’d emerge from the underbrush, moving forward with calculated steps, using the sand to conceal the sound of her paw steps. Coming up beside him, she wants to surprise him with her sudden appearance, She looks over at him, her amethyst eyes gleaming in the dim lighting. He looked like he was brooding too. “What’s that look for?”  She says, cocking her head slightly as she peers at him, asking a rhetorical question for the hell of it. “I could wipe it off your face if you ask nicely.” Her tail flicks behind her, her chest puffing slightly as she takes on a slightly dominant stance. Nimue isn’t a feelsy type of girl; she wasn’t going to let this dude cry in the plush fur along her breasts while he complained about all of his issues. But if he wanted to clash some teeth and claw at each other, she could get down with that.  

"Nimue Vasanti"