[open] at the right place, at the right time

[Nyet]

n y e t . Hunting outside of Loess. It had been one of her mother’s lessons. Apparently it wasn’t their appearance that made others uncomfortable, but moreso their…unconventional diet. For that reason, especially until her control was mastered, she’d been instructed to hunt outside the borders.  Nyet had not problems with the request. She’d lived outside Loess’ borders for most of her childhood – feeding on whatever she wanted whenever she liked.  Growing up in the darkness of the Eclipse had been a blessing in its own way – hiding her activities for the most part. That and the fact that she wasn’t the only monster that lurked these woods during the Eclipse. But the sun had returned to Beqanna, and with it so had the stares.  With the eyes came the judgment of others and the shame it pressed upon her. She wished, in some small way, she was more like her father and beyond caring. But she did have a conscience where he did not. She wanted to be better. And so she would be. So she waited for night to dusk to fall and the colors begin to drain from the sky – pulled somewhere deep beyond the horizon. And it was then that creatures began to stir.  This was the time of day when all creatures were active.  Her knife-like tail twitched in anticipation and a series of clicks resonated deep in her throat. Her ears twitch as she tries to select a target, but before she can the smell of equine floods her nostrils. i’ve been preoccupied with these sick, six senses.

 

open to any who want to hunt or hang with an alien.