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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Nyxanna had come from a dark place, she was Umbran born. Her family was one of power and had been filled with strong powerful types. Nightshade and Myrddin a combination in parents that was quite strong. Surely their offspring would be everything that a parent could dream.

Yet she slouched..sometimes. She climbed trees and danced with bees... She was so different from them... yet so loved by her father.

Her joy was her world and she gave everything unto those she loved and those who loved her and a smile set their faces afire with smiles back. It was all in her enthusiasm her smile her joy. Long had she not understood why people looked at her when her last name was mentioned. Some with surprise, some with hate, some with a simple curiousity. Yet she had stared back with the trueness of heart.

Purity of mind and will. She was Nyxanna, the daughter of night...loving and whole..

It was upon her daily jaunts, as the small wolves feet hit the soft dirt, as she sniffed the fresh scents of the woods that she could smell the light fragile morning as it dared to dawn on Sosaria. She was tired, she had been out all night. There laying upon the ground was a small bird and it gave a chirp of pitifulness.

She approached it and nudged it with her wolven nose. It gave a slight cry its pain clear. She knew its pain and the wolves eyes watered as it did the correct thing, the only thing to be done. She lunged quickly striking its neck the birds fragile life snapping in two. It was at peace. The woods around her quieted and Nyxanna thought back to a greater time.

One of joy one of love, her grandmother her father their family as one and her mind reeled with what she knew. She knew that it was torn asunder, by her grandmothers subservience to the lich lord and she felt betrayed. She felt sad that the simple world she knew was gone. The complexitys of war were upon her loved ones and even now the ab'Arawns were divided. She bowed her head.

A silent wish for the spirit of this small bird as it flitted away...

She made her way back to the keep her head still low as her mind reeled with thoughts and pain. Her naivete' in those she trusted torn asunder and now.. Nyxanna had really been born. Born into a world of hate, one where anyone would fight for power and hurt anyone to get it. Painful and bitter Disillusionment...

She had learned things she didnt wish to know but they were in her mind now and she could not erase them as they grew within her a new person. A jaded person, a less kind person... less joyful..