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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails ”Ruan,” that was his name, right? She remembers Reagan greeting her at the forested edge of Taiga, but not him. The king never did join them, but that didn’t mean Nayl was oblivious of his name, of who he was. It’s more his scent than the physical recognition of him that lured her from the crawling shadows of the canopy. Dapple light flickers across her painted coat, playing with the contrasting white and black as she looms closer like a brewing storm. Her eyes, lit by embers, fan across him in curiosity, drinking in the sight of the Taigan King for the very first time. ”Nayl,” she offers in an almost afterthought. Many seem to have her name already on their tongues, scoring their minds as she imprints this new Beqanna. This, so far, has been hers for the taking. Certainly, she isn’t cruel, but she does crave power. She provides protection for their respect and their submission. Is that really so bad? Unaware that Djinni has spoken to him and wanting to finally meet this wooded king, Nayl presses closer. The size of her stomach has shrunken, but slightly, since giving birth to her daughter. Darling Isobell, however, is nestled at home for now with her father and brother. Almost half-expecting her daughter to disobey and venture here after her, Nayl offhandedly glances behind her only to see an endless tunnel of trees. She looks back to Ruan, her head just barely tilted to the side. ”You look like you’ve seen happier days. Perhaps some bitter memories?” She wonders if they weaken him, rip him apart day after day. Is hit past nipping at his heels like a pack of wolves? Her warmth breath reaches for his skin, only to fall short as she holds back from edging closer. Nayl covet and myrina's creation

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