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[LOST.]

__________nyx.__________

You're keeping in step, in the line,
You've got your chin held high and
you feel just fine, Cause you do
what you're told, But inside your
heart it is black and it's hollow and
it's cold.

- - - The sky slowly molded from a midnight navy, leaking from the east in streaks of grays and milky navies. The vixen watched, slowly, as the heavens began to lighten, lighten, and lighten some more. Very slowly, the world around her gained it's color, and at last, the sky had become it's usual pale hue. The air had warmed with the rising sun, and that numbing freeze quickly grew scarce. Nyx hadn't been sure how long she'd been laying there, shoulders to the earth as the sky transformed just beyond the tip of her snout. There were times, when the sky seemed so close, she felt like she could reach up and snatch up the dazzling blanket between her canines. But now, now that the sun made it's daily climb above the horizon, the atmosphere seemed so far away. Too far away.

- - - At last, when the canine could stand laying there no more, did she roll to her paws. It was still too early to tell what sort of day it was going to be, for the she-wolf at least. Somewhere amidst the wondering, Nyx had stumbled upon the rocky outcrop, where she had settled to let her mind soar far above the earth. Many things had run rampant through her mind then, from the ghosts of the past, to the curiosities of the future. She had thought of Farrah, most certainly, of their past, and of what they had been. But like all thoughts that came with the brute, such ideals quickly twisted and became of something Nyx despised. She didn't often dwell upon that fool, for he no longer consumed a part of her life. Thinking of him would most certainly become something of trouble. Farrah, whether he knew it or not, had a way of riling the vixen up. She quickly became restless, anxious, and reckless when Farrah came into the picture. Of course, the prideful she-wolf would never admit to such changes, as she insisted upon always holding close to her composure. Nyx didn't know what it was, but something about Farrah made her want to lock her mind away in a vault, and lash out all the same.

- - - Nonetheless, Farrah was not being called into question today. Hell, Nyx would have the brute dead had he dared stepped onto the Thestral pack lands, her lands. And as the young alpha female of said mighty pack, Nyx felt very content in her home. With a snort, all unsettling thoughts were banished, and the dainty vixen would continue on her way. She rose to her paws then, lifting her head to the breeze and drinking in the fresh mountain air. The mark of the rising sun brought with it a new day, and with it, new possibilities. Nyx would certainly make something of today, she wasn't sure what, but it would be something alright. For now, the she-wolf padded aimlessly forward, her mind soaring in the clouds, but for now, she walked on grounded paws.

- - - > So naive, I keep holding on to what I want to believe,
I can see but I keep holding on and on and on. < - - -