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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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She narrowed her eyes. He stretched his long wrinkled neck out opened his yawning vacuous mouth and snapped. Miss! She yelled and backed away. Her fury grew. He moved forward thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

Come on show me what you have! She wiggled her toes, the bare feet enjoying the feeling of the soft sand. The challenge real, the moment tense with the anticipation as the ancient one moved, its saggy flesh hanging around his neck. His round eyes wide and as eager as one could be for someone so old. He saw the prize, pink and soft not far before him.

Snap again! Miss again! She gave a low growl deep in her throat he almost got her that time. She moved further back starting to worry slightly that perhaps she had underestimated this ancient one. He was indeed relentless. He was set on his goal. Set on the prize.

She cursed fluently and moved back now with quickness. To her shock the aged slow moving one picked up speed with lightning fury and this time he snapped and won, he knicked her toe.

You damn turtle! What the hell is wrong with you! Those are not berries! They are my toes! Do you hear me! MY TOES! He stuck his long turtley neck out as if mocking her. She recalled away still yelling, furious. She could swear, no indeed insisted, that the turtle was silently laughing at her.

[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Silently she moved towards the creature its backed turned to her.

She lifted the conflag her aim sure and deadly. She would blow it to kingdom come. Then she would gather its parts and mount them.

She narrowed her eyes the sadistic pleasure humming thru her veins as she thought of its little legs floating thru the air landing with a thud at her feet. She could hardly wait but she would be patient. The creature had made no move. It simply sat there chewing on something that looked green and leafy. Its mouth chewing and chewing and chewing then a gulp.

Like a goat almost, just not as wild about miscellaneous objects in its diet.

She threw it... the conflag sailed thru the air it made a whistling noise and she backed up as it landed right on its mark. The air sprang to life with a raging fire. Like the fires of her anger, it fed on whatever lived within it. She smiled...she loved this part. The utter beauty of the flames as they leapt thru the air, heat radiating and making the air shimmer around her. Then just as quickly the fire died out, like magic it knew its time was over and left. Snapping out of existence.

She smiled, triumph burning thru her. All that was left was a rock. The top of it charred black but in tact. She shouted happily to the skies and laughed with glee. She might have even gotten close to a cackle.

Then her heart sank....

The rock moved....

The turtles legs and head emerging from its shell, the rock was not a rock. It was the damn turtle and it was alive... unharmed, a bit sooty. That was it. Its tough shell repelling her potion. She howled with anger and turned transforming into a wolf and charged off into the woods. Panting from her anger.

The turtle calmly reached out his long neck and dragged a bit of its now burnt lunch back into his mouth. As if nothing had ever happened...

[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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She was humming to herself, walking happily down the road. Birds were singing, sun was shining the day was glorious and fresh. In her hand she carried a book regarding some of the new materials found in Ter Mur. An Alchemist had to stay up on her game you know. From time to time she would laugh as a mongbat would pop out from the forest bent on attack, flapping its wings and moving towards her. She would stun them with a paralyze, and they froze in place their eyes trained on her as she passed.

She came to a lovely meadow and walking to the center she quickly lost her footing and tripped. She was small so the trip to the ground was not far, yet still it was a bit painful for her tender nose as it smashed into the grassy knoll.

She looked up... consternation on her face. She came eye to eye with the turtle. His large round eyes staring as he vacantly chewed on some bit of shrubbery. It was then she felt the gentle nip at one of her sandled toes. Nip... Nip... She stared at the turtle her anger growing and looked around her. Her jaw dropping open. She was surrounded the whole field was moving with turtles now. Fury coarsed thru her veins then a sense of preservation hit her as she felt one of the turtles nip again at her toes.

This was a ruse, this turtle before her, he was here to distract her. She leapt up, transformed into a wolf and ran, ran and ran until she got to the first farm house she could find. She ran inside changed back into a girl and the Farmer and his wife just stood there looking shocked.

Dont let them get me! They are coming for me!

Now now settle down ye wee lass. Whats coming for you? The farmer asked once he could find his voice again.

Turtles! Hundreds of them!

He scratched his head he looked at her as if she were mad, then let out a laugh.

Yet Nyxy did not hear him she stared out the window of the farm house. A lone turtle stood in the front of their yard. His eyes staring up at her.. as if to say...

You have to come out sometime... berry toe girl...