Lwk first bit of lore I've written lolz- anywho this is about how my 2 OCs met (they're linked on this post) ENJOY!! Love to hear opinions and interpretations too, also happy to give more context if anyone wants loll
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The wet bricks squeaked under my boots as I prowled between buildings. I started moving quicker as I heard a pair of wings overhead and a shadow rush over me. Just a few more turns, a surprised cry, and a metallic laugh. Finally I broke through the maze of alleys to an empty lot. A white haired boy who looked to be in his teens was frozen against one wall, clearly caught by surprise. At the opposite side stood a tall harpy with orange feathered wings, his arrow drawn ready to shoot. He smirked when he saw me, of course he did.
“Ah, how lovely of you to join us.” The harpy drawled. The other boy stayed frozen in fear, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry sweetheart, this one’s mine.”
My hand was already hovering over the dagger on my thigh as I waited for him to make the first move. My wings opened and my tail flicked dangerously. He smirked wider and licked his bottom lip. He rotated his hips so his bow and arrow was now aimed at me.
“I ain’t gonna kill you darlin’.” He teased. I smiled slightly as I stared him down. I unsheathed my dagger from my thigh lightning fast and launched it at him.
“Nice one princess.” He mused barely dodging it as my dagger whizzed past his face. The boy watched with frightened eyes, still pinned in place with terror.
I drew my second dagger. threw it. This time, I didn’t miss. It stabbed him right in the chest. His eyes widened and he stumbled back a step, his bow clattered to the ground. He ripped out the dagger and fell to his knees, mouth slightly open. I stepped forward and kicked him in the chest to get him to fall over completely.
“You just never shut up.” I purred with a smile. He let out his last gasp of air before his head lolled to the side. Dead. I reached for my third and final dagger, ready to finish the job, when a voice piped up.
“…You saved me,” it was the white haired boy. He spoke in a soft, almost in-awe voice. “Thank you very much.” His voice was full of innocent gratitude. My smile gone, I turned to face him. My hand stayed near my dagger but not obviously. He stepped closer, smiling, his hands still shaking a little.
“My name’s Casper, who are you?” He asked innocently, “And who was that guy?” He gestured plainly to the dead harpy on the ground.
“Casper.” I repeated, I already knew that of course, Casper Alight. “Nyx Blackwell.” I replied, my gaze shifting to the harpy on the ground, “Don’t worry about him.”
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