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Though the island was small enough to have crossed her path with the black witch again by placing them in the same absurd pack, Evike had yet to really meet much of her "family", having reasoned that it was best if she did not know them at all. If there was no chance for complication when time came to eradicate them like vermin. If there was no chance of further hostile interactions like her encounter with the silver phantom, Odysseus' bizarrely clingy mother who seemed to be riding her son's coat tails, so to speak, and mistook his power as her own.


Still, Quernus was not so large that it put off the chance of bumping into another entirely. Evike was well aware that if she lingered in these darkened woods that in due time she would stumble upon, or be found by one of Odysseus' strange harem though she kept herself to the secret shadows and darkened trods where the bears and cats and prey that lived in this place conducted themselves. There was no helping or avoiding chance, as it were, but that did not prepare her for such sudden encounters.

She was unprepared when she came across the sunset maiden, drawing to a halt, her head low as she'd been searching the path for the scent of something small and manageable to fill her empty gut for the time being. Frozen in mid step, she studied the woman in silence, wondering what kind of monster she was, for Nekros was an unabashedly crooked lot when it came to morals. Evike might have held herself above the rest, believing she was a better sort, but deep down she could not deny that there was a beast within her as well.
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She'd been here long enough now that- for whatever reason- there was not much she was afraid of. Except for the predators that dwelled within the area but even they she could usually run away from or defend herself against. The young female was a pretty crafty creature when she needed to be. She had to have some sort of talent other than being widely naive generally, a young girl like her joining an otherwise dark pack had to be slightly naive to be here. But as mentioned before she is young..and her morals could change. 

Nym shook her head a bit and glanced around her, she somehow felt as though someone was watching her.. That strange feeling just wouldn't go away as she searched the darkened trees. <font style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; color: #eb7450;">"Hello?.."</font>

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Yet unseen, Evike relaxed her paw to the forest floor in total silence, lifting her head to peer at the vibrant woman from her shadowed place among the trees.

Funny the girl didn't sound like a beast - Evike shouldered past the brush and undergrowth, entering the clearing in naught but a whisper. Tall black ears pricked attentively toward the mistress, and though the word crossed her mind, she did not rile in jealousy, for Evike wasn't overly concerned with what litters the king might produce, so long as none of them were on her.

With her head held high, she passed before the nimble nymph. Keeping her ice-colored eyes trained upon her as she came to a stop, wings held out to bulk her appearance and ward off attack. "Hello." She echoed the word in a voice that simply was - uncolored by her misgivings or caution, the greeting sounded, all in all, a bit monotonous. "Out for a hunt, <I>Astraea</I>?"
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<font style="font-variant: small-caps; color: #9370DB; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8181F7;">"Oh..not particularly, I was just looking around."</font> She answered truthfully though at the mention of a hunt..she remembered she hadn't exactly eaten yet today. She supposed she would have to scrounge up something to eat later. Remembering the female before her, she brought her attention back to her new companion of sorts. <font style="font-variant: small-caps; color: #9370DB; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8181F7;">"I'm Nymeria, who..might you be?"</font></p>
                                              
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