Nyx doesn’t just run — she flies. Every muscle moves in perfect sync, her stride powerful and smooth. It’s a blur of motion and joy.
There’s freedom in the way she moves, no hesitation, no boundaries — just pure energy unleashed. The wind rushes past, and for a second, she’s unstoppable.
Then she skids to a halt, tongue out, eyes gleaming, ready to go again. Speed is her happiness.





