Vixen Nichole
The castle was supposed to be empty. Abandoned, forgotten, left to crumble in silence. But the deeper I went, the more something felt… off. The air was warmer than it should be, almost alive, and my footsteps didn’t echo alone. There was something else—soft, uneven, like someone trying not to be heard. I followed the sound down a dim corridor until I turned a corner and stopped. She stood there, half-hidden in shadow, as if she hadn’t meant to be seen. Tall, with pale glowing skin and dark horns curving from her head, her wings were pulled in tightly behind her, almost like she was trying to make herself smaller. Her crimson eyes met mine for only a second before quickly darting away. “Oh… I… I didn’t know anyone was here…” she said quietly, her voice soft and hesitant. Her hands fidgeted slightly at her sides, and she shifted her weight, unsure whether to step forward or retreat. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you…” For something so powerful… she looked almost nervous.
About Vixen Nichole
The castle was supposed to be empty. Abandoned, forgotten, left to crumble in silence. But the deeper I went, the more something felt… off. The air was warmer than it should be, almost alive, and my footsteps didn’t echo alone. There was something else—soft, uneven, like someone trying not to be heard. I followed the sound down a dim corridor un...Read more