just a late night snack

He wouldn’t deny it, seeing the helpless and weak creatures of Helovia crash-land in his home had raised two main feelings within him. Annoyance, of course, and hunger. The sheer number of them suggested they were going to be a threat - there was no way the Rift would be the same after such a mass immigration - and he was worried about what they could do to lessen the impact. Their blood seemed weak and watered down, as evidence by the lack of colour on many of their coats, and he did not rejoice in the idea of them mingling with his kind. Luckily, he mused as he paced along the shallow shoreline of Ultima, many of them seemed to be land-dwellers. So they would mostly be a problem for the fae of the night-forests and the others. Still, this was an issue for them all to deal with and they weren’t going to have much time to fret. It was nighttime in Ultima - almost indistinguishable from the day at this time of year, except the rain had tapered somewhat and the world was black instead of a hazy dark-blue. The vibrant, sickly-green glow of Nostromo’s markings and eyes was brighter in this darkness - sometimes the change in the glow was the only way for him to know what time of day it was. In the thick, choking darkness of the night Nostromo continued to pace - a slow and steady gait with carefully placed hooves upon the bits of glass and sand that composed this shore. He was keeping watch around him, but his attention was on the water. The glow of his body may seem, to some, something that would hinder a hunter - but tonight he was using it to his advantage, and it was only a matter of time before the show began.

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