Nahvinx

"Nahvinx, you're an Oracle, what's the more interesting thing you've seen?" (-sunwolf)


Nahvinx grins toothily and taps her chin. She might remind one of a crocodile in her mannerisms, and her voice is low and scratchy. Her eyes glow very faintly in the dark of her mossy cave. "I less see things, and more hear them spoken to me by the Mother. Nobody else hears or knows of the Mother, but I know very well what She is.

"She gives me lots of prophecies, but the most interesting of them all has been one concerning the downfall of the Four. Ehm, the Four are our primary deities. I haven't told them about the prophecy, because... well, I don't think it's the best idea. The Mother told me not to, as well, but I'm not saying anything by choice. Not obligation."

She then curls up in her bed which she's made in the undergrowth, flexing her long, sharp claws. "Thanks for the visit," she says, "I never get visitors."