My Mind Is A Weapon, My Body Is A Battlefield

The days were coming and going and she seemed to be standing still while it all went by in fast motion. Where had she come from? Where would she go? The Call of The Voice no longer rang within her chest and even if it did...she knew she would not answer. Voxi was dead.

In a way...Nimue was too. A dead woman walking. She had not been the same since the final days of war. There were glimpses of her every now and then that only Rhiannon might find. Otherwise, she was a shell. A humble servant of her lover's and whatever she was beckoned for.

The battle scars that marred her face and blinded one of her eyes had forced her to remain secluded. She'd never felt so hideous in all of her existence and feared that allowing sunlight to illuminate her appearance would drive away even the nymphs and faeries of the woof.

And so, Nimue kept to the shadows as she dug for roots and the new growth of herbs in various areas she knew they were abundant. With Spring approaching, she imagined that she would need to collect as much as she could before the bright rays of the sun drove her back into hiding.

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iberius had been trying to find the perfect place to bury his trinket he had gotten from Onyxia. The male moved carefully with it clenched tight in his jaws. A token of some sort of affection. If she did not care, why would she return it to him? He was humming to himself, the sound rattled the spoon against his teeth. It was odd from the start, but soon he got used to the sound and feel of the vibration. The earthen male made his way through the woods, until he saw a figure digging. Curious eyes watched as she pulled the soil from the earth and made small piles around her. What is she doing? he approached slowly, until her scent tickled his nostrils. He knew her. Well - kinda. She was the female he had met before in the place that had been spoken of to the Voxi by a whisper or a shout. He didn't really recall the mumbo jumbo she was speaking to him about who had called them there or why. He lied about knowing it, but it seemed there was more to her than just some cult stuff to follow.

Knowing that history had a way of repeating itself, he used his front paws to quietly dig a small hole next to a tree's base. His dual-colored eyes stared at the female as he silently moved the earth enough for his precious trinket to be buried safe. Lowering his muzzle to the ground, he placed the silver spoon in the ground and quickly covered it with dirt. He did not stop moving the dirt over it until the silver could not be seen any longer. He patted the dirt to make it more compact, less likely to look as though anyone had touched this pile. When he felt it was secure enough to step away, he moved closer to the female, not wanting to startle her as she too was doing something that seemed important.

""Whatcha got there?" he asked as he peered over at her from the side.

@Nimue

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Losing even one of her eyes had sharpened her senses, the sound of someone approaching sparking tension across her muscles. Nimue carried on digging at the earth, though she remained on high alert, ears flicking and swiveling...maw parting to further take in any distinguishing scent. Male. She immediately discerned by the sound of his gait, the heavy careless steps...unafraid of the world around him with the assumption that he was at the top of the food chain. Nothing could harm him. That must be nice... The bitter tone of her mind hissed, honing in now on the scent. It was familiar...which was...unsettling. There were not many men that she associated with...not in a friendly manner anyway. Those who she had befriended were either far away from here or...

Nimue shook the image of Aryth from her brain, the pain of his memory a distraction from who had wandered ever closer to her. Then she heard his large paws moving earth, far more intentionally than she. The way she shoveled with her paws was to remove dirt to carelessly cast it aside. The way he dug was to move the dirt aside and keep it close by...the barely audible sound of a clink against the soil piquing her curiosity as she now heard him packing the dirt back on top of the item, burying it. Not long after that, the man spoke up and the voice sparked memory of a meeting of the minds within the peaks of Ayr after The Voice had called to them.

Her lip curled, anger surging within her chest at the thought of such a pointless waste of her time her efforts had been. Hardly worth a damn single thing it has cost her...while surely that Corvid bitch was sitting pretty and unharmed somewhere tucked away safe from any of the atrocities that she claimed she was determined to end. Quite hard to make any change when you sent your own followers into a war as fodder...

Currently, the Voxi man (she couldn't recall if she'd gotten his name before) was poised on the side of her face that was a bit less marred by the war. She tilted her face so that she could look at him with her deep, storm blue eye without fully facing him. “Foraging..." She answered simply before nodding in his direction. “What are you burying there? I'd advise against a shallow hole...there are many children of the forest who would happily get their paws dirty for a trinket. If you're trying to hide it, I'd choose a place beyond their reach." Nimue offered the advice before turning back searching for the roots and leaves she required.

@Tiberius

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hen the female he had met before, the one following the Voice or the Song or whatever, turned to face him with her head only, he stared at her. He knew staring was not the right thing to do. But she had changed so much. "Who did that to you?" There was a soft pang of anger in his tone as he asked her the question. He did not have any feelings of ill will towards the female, not even when she had potentially seen through his silly little lies. But he had a feeling that someone - one of those mindless drones had done this to her - possibly multiples of them. If it had been a gang-style attack, well, he would expect nothing less from such spineless idiots. "If you know their name, that would be very helpful." He hoped that she would tell him at least what side they were on. He wanted to handle this one personally. He had forgotten about his trinket, until she had said something about the children. "Ahh yes, my own son might be around to try and take it. You make a valid point." But right now he did not want to dig it out or give anymore importance to something that was potentially so insignificant now.

@Nimue

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