Wandering For Hope{Neutral preferablyxxxx}

[Perfect Imperfection{Noirness}]

The onyx hued fem loped easily over the powdered lithosphere. The soil began
to defrost as she lowered her skull, extending her serpentine, to inahle the aroma
of the other equines flints that had placed there never ending mark for all others
to concent. She rose her skull lightly to gaze around. Noir had made no motions
for now all she did was inhale the beautiful smell of the fresh spring that had
just dawned on galloping free. Now Noir decided to motion forth of where she
stood a little bit earlier. Her flints lay on the lithosphere silently, scarcly making
scars. Taking a moment to gaze at where she had been she noticed a fallen
log that had lost its strength to that of the breezy wind that blew through these
hollow timbers. Pondering slightly in made her think as her motions ceased,
she spun on her hind pistons to view the log, she wondered how it was before.
She smirked, we were always looking at the past, never seeming to look at
the future, or what is to come. It puzzled her, to look foward we must look back.

She blew heavily, almost snorting through her naves, as the powder fell
from her plush. She smiled and continued to motioin fowards. So much had
happened recently, what with Aviance gaining his lands, Zethi becoming part
of the family. Yet, she felt she must leave and seek out something
different, and find a new place, a new home, a new love, but not all of those
things are free and probably never will be. If a fem stands in the way she will
not be taken kindly by Noir. The fem knew that this would probably hinder
a king that already had a queen, but as just she would want to be valued and
not left to be called another fem. Noir always since she had been with Metro,
wanted to be regarded and loved by one. Not to be disregarder and unloved
as much as one that stood a little higher above herself in the heirachy.
Noir now must wait....... wait for the bronc or bastard that shall not come...

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[Perfect Imperfection{Noirness}]

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[- dracul. : .lacrymosa -]

to step dagger on the latest worlds .
Welcome to the real world Dracul
the real world . The outside-ness of it all . and the many chances to get lost . yet the equine would move though life . and then to find his place in the world .
Shaped in the colour of krimson, the Vampire swept within the Ebonite of the Night fall, Silence flowed within the breaking in the skies, Transfixed with something the Vampire could not see, but he knew there was something that had caught his attention,

Dracul turned, swept up in the time, the simmer of the blood sheaded vampire was Made vanished in the darkness that flooded both in side of him and out, He could still see the light within him self, but after now, he was to commit him self to what he thought he was to be, and that was he was not a light, Nor the darkest of Demons,

Thoughts with in his skull began to manifest, Swift shake of the Krimson vampire broke with was beginning within his skull, Visuals watched as he descended down from where he was flickering,

Iced visuals watched, seeing another along side another, soft snort sounded within him, soft Smirk came over the vampires features, watching the Ebony Vampiress . His splints slowed, watching the others closely,

He slowed, Daggers in printing the grounds as halted,

Greetings