Nyx had found a nice abandoned place to stay, not an extremely uncommon thing in such wilds as the Thunderbacks. Nobles often built estates thinking they could get away and relaxed but then changed there minds. There were too many unknowns in a place like this, criminals, wild beast, fate.
She knew who was after her, the only person who still had any reason to chase her. A man she had upset many years ago, a man that like it seemed so many other, couldn't let the past go. It was different with him then it had been with the Connloathian, still just as deadly, but it seemed rather playful. A game of cat and mouse where she was always the mouse. She wasn't the mouse because she was weak, she was the mouse because she had no reason to chase him. Especially now, she had no reason for anything now, now reason to chase him, no reason to live and fight him, no reason to run. Still though, still she ran, still she played into the hands of his game.
She sat in a rather large chair in what used to be a nice sitting room, but nature had started to reclaim the house and it was no longer lice. Still it was livable, offered protection from the sun, wind, and rain, plus she could light a fire and have some warmth. There were also some bed that were pretty nice, they much beat the option of sleeping on the cold hard ground.
She hoped that it would take time for the man to find her this time, she was actually enjoying her stay at the place, it was simple, and kept her mind off more painful things. Of course fighting him also kept her mind off those things, but she only had half the will to live, so she thought that facing him wasn't the best of ideas.