Plus de voix. Ils étaient étouffés, alors elle ne pouvait pas dire ce qu'ils disaient. Elle a juste compris que l'homme qui les avait approchés était apparemment son nouveau cavalier. Nyx reniflait encore, resserrant ses yeux de lavande sous la barre. La dragonne aurait pu facilement s'échapper si la moitié de la quantité d'hommes était autour d'elle-- l'échouement du célélyrium ne lui aurait rien signifié si cela signifiait une chance de s'échapper. Elle aurait rôti les humains debout devant elle à un croustillant. Elle aurait détruit la civilisation humaine voisine. Ses griffes pénétrèrent dans le sol alors qu'elle s'amusait dans ces pensées, à tel point qu'elle ne remarqua pas que ses chaînes et ses fermoirs étaient enlevés. Ce n'est que lorsque les accoudoirs autour de ses ailes et de son cou ont été enlevés qu'elle a réalisé qu'elle avait beaucoup plus d'espace pour emménager. Elle défourna ses ailes sombres et les étendit sur ses côtés, grogneant alors que le sang retournait dans les zones qui avaient été attachées. Puis vint l'enlèvement de sa barre volumineuse; il était bon d'avoir la lumière du soleil sur son visage. Ses yeux portaient une flamme furieuse qui ne pouvait être prise que par ceux qui étaient près ou si les rayons du soleil les attrapaient à leur portée.
Les mêmes yeux violets fléchissaient vers l'homme aux cheveux foncés qui se tenait devant elle. Il s'est tenu avec orgueil et assurance de soi, en faisant sortir un shoff de sa mâche étroite. Il parlait dans sa langue maternelle, et malheureusement, Nyx comprenait ce qu'il disait. L'humain brouillé essayait de la convaincre de lui obéir comme si c'était une sorte de chienne. Elle a porté ses crocs sur lui, sifflant sur lui en colère. « Tu ne mérites même pas mes flammes, espèce d'ordure », lui dit-elle par son esprit, sa voix coulant de venin. Si j'avais ressenti ça, tu aurais déjà été des cendres sur le sol.
Les griffes de Nyx sont tombées plus loin dans le sol. Elle aurait aimé s'envoler maintenant, mais il semblait que la bête bestiole avant qu'elle ne la capture bientôt. Sans oublier qu'il y avait probablement d'autres coureurs qui la poursuivaient en un rien de temps. La tête étroite du dragon s'inclina vers le haut et elle s'abattit sur le mâle. «Je suis actuellement dans une situation collante, mais cela ne veut pas dire que je serai votre allié, fiend. Allez-y.
Name:
Nyx
Age:
21 (or about 200 years old)
Gender:
Female

~ In her human form, Nyx maintains her striking violet eyes that seem to bore into the souls of those around her. Her hair is not purely straight; it falls in gentle rivulets down to the middle of her back. She holds herself with utmost grace and importance and usually maintains a serious composure. It is as if she thinks she is better than the humans around her. It is easy to tell when she's irritated-- she often frowns and deeply furrows her brow, which is quite noticeable on her pale complexion.

~ Nyx's ebony dark scales are what earned her her name; they make up most of her body, including the spines that run across her back. Darker stripes, which are more noticeable on her neck, streak across her body. She is tipped with violet hues, giving off a sharp contrast to those who look at her. Each of her four paws are equipped with a massive claw that allows her to cling onto enemies and remain there with ease. Her body style hints that she is more agile in the air than on earth.
Personality:
Short tempered and impatient, Nyx is usually the one to start fights or disagreements. She is independent; so much so that she is technically considered a loner. It is difficult to get her to follow orders unless she agrees with the order given. There is always something that Nyx wants to say-- whether it's a retort or something that she wishes to taunt, it is difficult to get her to keep her mouth shut. One can definitely tell that she is a proud dragon due to the way that she holds herself and talks to her rider. Despite her serious and fiery attitude, she loves to fly and will often soar the highest out of all the Guild's dragons.
Short Biography:
Nyx was once considered nobility by her tribe-- she was the leader's youngest daughter, and thus, she was highly respected by her tribe members. This gave her her proud personality, one that earned her a bad reputation around dragons of other tribes. Due to her pride and the disrespect towards her neighbors, many tribes refused to have any sort of relation with Nyx and her father. She did not care, however, and frankly, neither did their father; they were one of the strongest and largest tribes out there. They didn't need any help from the smaller tribes.
That is, until the humans attacked. They began to strike at the tribes around Nyx's without any remorse, and that drove fear through their hearts. However, when her father called for the aide of the smaller tribes, they refused to help them and instead helped the other smaller tribes. Her father's tribe was left to fend for themselves, as no one would help them.
Without any help from other tribes, Nyx's own was overrun by humans. Many of her tribe members had been killed, including her father and mother. The humans, however, decided to try to keep her alive to sell to the people back on their homeland. She didn't know why she had been picked to be sold to other humans, but she did not like it one bit. She was brought to the southern areas of Eclium, where she was sold to the White Dove Guild. She currently dislikes her stay there, along with her rider.
Abilities:
Venomous- Nyx's long dew claws can ooze venom at will.
Noxious Breath- Along with breathing flames, Nyx can expel poisonous gas from her maw.
Rider:
Sigil Cloudfury
Other: