.I'm Haunted By Your Memories.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Red hued stag stood, stock still. Amusement plain upon his handsome features. Small flicker of the auds was made as the fae spoke her fearful words. So a true dark she was not. Which was good for him, for he did not bring true darks into his herd. He stood, waiting for the fae to make her descition between the darkened devil seeking stag, or himself, a nuetral stag, that leaned towards the devilish ways.

[Shalome]

<sup>The filly glared at the golden stag. She was getting this weird vibes from him, and she didn't particularly like him.

She heard the ashen stud give that litle sigh, like a sign. He was laughing at her. The young fem stood there, glowering at both of them for a moment, the ghostly form at the corner of her vision falling away for a moment as she st ared at these two who wished to make her part of their herd.

For the moment, she disliked both of them, and no, the glower was not at all childlike. Rather, it was this piercing glare, made harsher by her flashing orbs.

She eyeballed the gold stag, Chairo, for a moment, watching him carefully. So he thought that she was a little sissy, meant to spend the rest of her life upon the lands of a neatral player in this game of light/dark controll. Who would win, she did not know, but if ever a war arose between the two alliances, she did not want to be part of the herd of a neatral player, forcing herself to become a neatral player. And she fealt as if she needed to stay true to lineage. Her dam had been dark. Her sire had been dark.

And she herself would not become a neatral that leant toward the devilish ways. "I choose Necromancer," she snapped to the go lden stag, and stepped a little closer to the ashen stud, although it was almost with disdain. She was still sore about that amusement upon his features.

But she hadn't just chosen Necromancer for war, or for her lineage. There was something else there. Something had happened today that she could not explain, and she had this weird, almost tingly sensation sort of feeling that shaid Necromancer could. And she intended to get this secret, whatever it was, out of him, no matter the cost...</sup>