Her time in this realm was not eventful, surely only because she chose to keep to herself. She hadn't found any joy in the packs lately, everyone was so enveloped in their own greed. Tarben mostly from the sound of it, besides it was far too cold. Nyx only wished to find peace, to be at home where she found it. She for now was just a nomad, wandering the days and nights. Recently she found herself entranced in a new bloodline, the Voodoo. She now had a skull over her face, strange to her but she liked what she found strange.

For now, her claimed home was Firefly Forest, overtaken with the glowing beauty that matched her own. If only she could find something similar in a pack, so maybe she didn't feel so alone. She sighed, maybe she was too picky. Her thoughts faded as a light called to her, a stone on the earth with fireflies flickering around it. Both pulsing with the same color. Her head tilted before everything went dark and she passed out . . .