Nyxeris stared wide-eyed at Darkic's beast. This was a creature she had never seen before. Sure, she'd heard the stories, everyone had, but she'd never seen one. Her nostrils flared as it flapped it's wings with agitation. For a creature she'd never come across, it sure did smell good; like a fine roast before cooking. Despite it's delicious smell, she wouldn't hurt it. The demonic side of her found eating live animals repugnant, which was a little known fact. Demons much preferred devouring fresh souls or human flesh. To partake of the flesh of animals was considered lowly. Nyxeris' tail danced back and forth as she debated whether or not to mount the thing. It didn't seem to find her presence a pleasure. "Not to worry. I'll keep my distance once we're at my cart." Shifting her weapons into a more suitable position, she took Darkic's hand.<br/><br/>((A question. Is your character cold or warm? Since he's half death, what should I expect?))