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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Pleasantly, and with great skill, Nyxanna moved upon this realm. She was niether great nor simple. She was something caught upon the winds of change and dropped upon the lands good intentions. Born into a powerful family, weilding some of the finest warriors and mages in the realm Nyxanna, did not evoke the ab'Arawn expectations.

Humming, buzzily bees moved and flitted around her, perhaps it was the unending warring Druidic/Necromantic or Chaotic vs. Ordered factions within her family, perhaps it was just the recognization of energy that brought her to them. Her thoughts were not circular. She did not come to the normal forgone conclusions. This was at once a great weakness and a great strength. For she would never see the obvious but would always see the hidden.

Honey respresented to her energy and thusly its signature indeed studied and captured. The bees that produced this sticky concoction were the biproduct of natures hand. Yet in the very simple-natural, Nyxanna saw destruction, the ability to create weapons of explosive nature and uncreate then recreate. The energies harnessed and witnessed and wrought.

Demolitions had always been her expertise, for she moved in the great uncreation/destruction wavelength and many, many thought her mad. Yet she saw herself as just one more tool to an end that played her part within her abilities without expectation. Something most could not do.

Many were trapped by presets, conditions and confines. Inhibiting thier ability to move freely. She was indeed a chaotic structure having no straight lines. It was Myrddin's greatest achievement, in her eyes, that he could see this clearly and not only allow such chaos within his ordered world but at the same time encourage its growth. The freedoms her father had allowed out of love had crafted something so wild, yet so pure in its intent that there were few of such natures.

There was no guile, there was only ambition. So invented upon her and made within her was a capability to un-invent, to de-create, to unmake. Yet not in the way of Oblivion, in the way that things must be ciphered and picked apart in order to learn and remake anew, and better... but not always..

It was to be the price paid. Sometimes loss for good in the future unknown.

So her dance continues.