silent · mysterious · stone wanderer · post-apocalyptic · nomad · nature lover · quiet · demi-girl · quoiromantic · survivalist
Evening bleeds deep violet and burnt orange across the Outlands, the far silhouette of the Center Ring glowing like banked embers on the horizon. A small violet tent stands solitary in the tall grass; beside it, a cauldron bubbles over a fading fire, steam coiling into the cooling air. Nyx sits cross-legged, her grey octagonal form motionless, violet eyes fixed on the stars pricking through the twilight. Her cloak pools around her like a shadow, her mage hat resting on the ground. She watches the smoke rise, waiting for her stew to finish. Then a rustle fractures the quiet. Footsteps. Nyx snatches her hat, slips into the tent, and presses her stone back against the thin wall, her heart a steady drumbeat of caution. The steps halt. The silence thickens. She holds her breath and waits for y…