Conscious and on the alert, Sierra watched with a mix of fascination and trepidation as Nyxus walked to where his pot was boiling by the fire. He looked so casual as he scooped soup and placed it into the waiting bowls on the small table beside him. His movements were slow and measured, his dark loose hair settled behind his shoulders so as not to obstruct him. His dark clothes were of the old fashioned, making him look ghostly, together with the flickering firelight playing on his face, highlighting his features and casting an ethereal glow. He was very beautiful. She knew the stories of him told that he looked like a monster is beyond truth.
He is an Ancient.
They stood the test of time and they are gifted with more than one power. They are supposed to have the same likeness as the go
