Magnetism

This place had a sense of magnetism, it seemed- wolves from all over were trickling into the territory, drawn by curiosity, or perhaps, fear of the unknown. Nimue could smell their scents on the breeze, but so far, no one made an appearance. The musky smell of pack wolves and loners alike. She wasn’t going to make an effort to seek any of them out, but if she came across someone… perhaps they could have a little fun.

Weaving through the spires, Nimue was conducting an assessment of the domain. Weathered spikes, some with horrified faces etched into them. Varied areas of loose and compact soil. A persistent, blood-red sky. It was all rather ominous, but Nimue found it exhilarating. Was it an omen, she wondered? Were they meant to pay homage to the universe? So many questions- so many possibilities.

Coming around the base of a spire, the nymph catches sight of another wolf- a young male, hardly larger than herself, and freshly grown out of pup hood. Tsk. Stopping, Nimue lowers her head and eyes him closely, the tip of her tail twitching in a feline manner. “Child.” She hums, her tone of voice sickly sweet, and yet, there is a sense of unpredictability. An aura of danger. “If you believe this is a celestial occurrence- that we are insects, drawn to this region to be collected - perhaps you will sacrifice yourself to the divinities?” The corners of her lips curled up into a sly, suggestive smirk, one that gave insight into the impurities running through her mind. Nimue wasn’t the type to harm a child out of cold blood- but if his observation were true, and the universe demanded sacrificial blood, in exchange for their world's safety, she’d do it. Why else would the sky be stained r e d?

She goes to take a step toward the boy, but the appearance of another wolf stops her. This time, it’s a larger male, one closer in age to herself. And quite handsome if she had to admit it. He makes an observation, and Nimue watches him with a stoic expression- though her eyes are rolling across his spotted pelt, admiring the musculature of his frame, and how his fur seemed to fit snugly in all the right places.

She flashed him a small smirk- one that is mischievous and enigmatic- an invitation wrapped in intrigued. “Mmm, Vayne Morningstar.” She purrs, ignoring his statement about family and protecting loved ones. Because, to Nimue, that was a bunch of bullshit- if he cared for his family, he would have stayed behind to protect them, no? He was a victim of curiosity, just as she and the young pup were. And Nimue would feed on it.

“You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but the compliment seems rather genuine. But of course, it's a ruse. “But don’t dismiss the ‘youngsters’ observation.” She uses his verbiage against him. “Perhaps he is right- we have been drawn here by some divine force- for collection.” Her lips peel back, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. “The blood-red sky- it must be an omen. And we must pay homage to its demands, no?” She was looking for any reason to engage with the larger male- the raw, restless energy radiating from her made that clear- as her hunger for chaos crackled in the air.

She doesn’t wait for his response- Nimue sprints forward, shoving her way past Button, to launch herself at Vayne. She’s attempting to grab onto his right shoulder, where it conjoins with the base of his throat. The skin is thinner there, and the nymph's goal is to puncture down to the vasculature, to spill blood onto the thirsty earth.

"Nimue Vasanti"