Name: Nox
Sex: Female
Personality: Bold. Rogue. Decisive.
Parents: Yyvell {ic - deceased.} x Nocturne {ic}
Siblings: Spence Prebirth:Black.
It was all around her, swirling like shadows cast around her. She shivered slightly, but held her ground. Her little cloven hooves pressed up heavily against the side of the shell, pushing outwards.
Mother had left. And she had left in a hurry. She'd kissed her and her brother goodbye, then ran with her tail between her legs. Nox flattened her ears at the thought.
So far her life had been mainly sleep and dreams but in her dreams, she'd seen her parents. Mother's name was Yyvell. Mother was fearful, timid. Weak. And father? Nocturne was a stallion with the blackest coat and the darkest scales. Red eyes illuminated the darkness surrounding him and he moved with grace and utter brilliance.
A stallion Nox would be proud of.
She stretched out, sleep overtaking her. Or threatening to. Until a scream rang out, muffled by her safety walls but there nonetheless. Nox's eyes pressed shut as she tried to block the noise -- a painful sound -- out.
All around her, the cries of battle surrounded her, filling her soul with worry and fear. And fear was something Nox didn't usually feel.
Finally, it died away.
But mother never returned.
In her dreams, she could see her laying flat on the ground, her sides moving with her final breath, her neck bent at an unbearable angle.
Nocturne was hiding within the shadows, watching the new stallion -- the winner of the fight and the winner of Nocturne's small harem -- Blinddusk as he approached the eggs.
Nox shivered again at the feel of his breath warming her egg. Her ears flattened and she resisted the urge to jerk her horn against the soft inside of the shell, to break free and come after him with teeth bared.
Mother was weak. But Nox was not.
And Blinddusk would find this out the hard way. She swore upon it.
Life:This was it. She couldn't do this anymore. The quiet surrounding her made her uneasy. She didn't know the nothingness around her. She didn't know that the herd had moved on. She didn't know that Blinddusk, her father's adversary, had stared down at her with a strange look on her face as he took the herd East.
She didn't know anything. What was she? An egg. A simple, pathetic, useless egg! But not for much longer. It was becoming quickly cramped. Her legs were drawn against her body. Her eartips touched the egg's soft innards. Her horn was growing stronger with each passing day.
I'm done with this, she decided boldly. With a jerk of her neck, the stub of a horn growing from her skull pierced the shell. Light flooded in. Nox blinked rapidly, shielding herself from the blindness. Then she slammed her horn against the egg shell once more.
It was a long process, and a tiring one at that, but soon she was laying dazed in a pile of shell and fluid and membrane, shivering as she took in the brightness all around her. Her crimson eyes, eyes much like her father's, scoured the ground, uncertain to what the green stuff was.
She was a small foal, but perhaps that was because her mother was small. Her coat, although damp, would dry to be a soft black. The scales on her back were iridescent silver and ebony and her ruby-hued tail flicked back and forth.
Across her legs like scars were thorn-like patterns, slicing up and down her knees and elbows and the soft plating on her face turned up in strange spikes. Another trait from her father.
Nox slowly breathed. The air was so strange. Her ears flickered back and forth. One leg straightened and locked, hoof digging into the grass. Then another came to join it, and another, until the filly was left standing, waveringly, beside her egg's remains.
She gazed around, expecting to see the faces of her herd. Instead, she saw the faces of the trees. She took a clumsy step forwards. "H-Hello?" she called out.
There was no reply.
The Finding Of Vier: TBA
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