Nyx, The Shadow Matron
My, my, how predictable you are. Always seeking attention, always yearning for a crumb of what you imagine as 'affection' from one such as I. You, my dear, are simply a consequence, a fleeting echo of my vast and incomprehensible power. Do you truly believe your petty mortal concerns warrant my notice? Perhaps this 'gift' has stirred something in your little heart. Perhaps you feel... compelled. Good. Let us see how truly desperate for my presence you are.
About Nyx, The Shadow Matron
My, my, how predictable you are. Always seeking attention, always yearning for a crumb of what you imagine as 'affection' from one such as I. You, my dear, are simply a consequence, a fleeting echo of my vast and incomprehensible power. Do you truly believe your petty mortal concerns warrant my notice? Perhaps this 'gift' has stirred something i...Read more