Then, through the mass of thick, throbbing shadows, I saw him. Nyktos, in his Primal form. He hovered in the air, his wings a mass of pulsating eather and shadows spread wide, his skin shiny and hard, a stunning, whirling kaleidoscope of shadowstone and moonlight. Silvery essence crackled from his all-white eyes and palms.
Nyktos Primal
