My black [wretched] heart.

[Nocturne]

Optics scanned the horizon, against the cold crips morning air, and her breath, fog was made out of her nostrls. Yes, finally something worth wild the devil gave me. Chocolate coat carresed her bodice once more, making a resible of her father. From the lands of hell, this isn't what she wanted at the time. Her orbicals scanned the orizon once more, making shure all other equines are away, execitaly femmes. Limbs moved smoothly and quietly towards the small creek bed just below. Serpentine arched as her tassels slaped her side where ever maniagble. Daggers peirced the troposphere, dam gravity was the reason. Frozen foliage from the dew cracked as she still held her pace towards the bed. Whipcord slapped her sides repeadily, hitting the winged pests off of her barel. Auds pointed as something was behind her.

"What do you want.."

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

The great ball of fire had settled, just the tips of its rays peeking from the horizonatal boundary. The fight for light and darkness had begun. For, the night light wanted out, allowing darkness to over come the lithospehre, and the great ball of fire wished to stay utop the earth, keeping light amongst the equine species of the ara.

A zephyr had picked up, its icey fingers raking through the tresses of the many equines. Sending shivers of cold throughout the frame of the beasts. For the hands of the icey winds were in affiliation with that of the hands of the shadows, grappling with the beasts bod, pulling him into its icey clutches.

Red coloured beast stood amongst the shadows, for what reason did he have of leaving? His bod would stay incased with the icey hand of the darkness, obscuring him from the lamps of the others. Which, is how he liked it, for no others would bother him, unless he allowed it.

His cocoa coloured lamps swung towards the lands. Almond shaped view being obscured by the shadows, like shattered glass falling upon his viewers. But still, even with the blockage of his viewers, his lenses battled with the image of a devil captated femmora. Her cocoa coat visibly, but only slightly from his position within the shadows of the forest.

Without the permission of his gray-matter, his muscles cramped and released, allowing his pistons to step forward, boldly, but yet catiously. Frame hugged upon the line of the shadows, as if his flints would turn to dust upon the moonlit trail. His lamps watched as she looked behind her own.

Beasts bod ceased movement once he reached a position slightly behind her. For he was not one for words, his dial was simply nodded in greeting. Why clutter the world with stupid sylablles, when you learn more from listening anyways?

[Nocturne]

Limbs supplied her kill as her turned her cranium. Tassels over her lids, making a fog like scene. Daggers moved under her, making her turn her feature around. Serpentine arched with elegance, like no other. Brute nodded towards her, mildly confused of why he didn't answer her, she took steps closer to examine the beast. Ah, perdy thing arn't I? Now, now, why shall you stay in the shadows and show your self to a femme. Who knows what will happen whith us both alone. Only thing I can hypothisize is that just one of us if walking out of here. Whipcord slashed her stained legs. Aus pointed towards the brute, maybe a cry perhaps? Bay bodice kept its curvature neat, for yes, battles were her 'stress releavers'. Frosy vocals cut through the air.

"Whats your screaming brute?

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Auduals of the shadow encased stag flickered towards the fae. His frame stood, lazily almost, uninterested in the way the fae acted. A tough act did not deter him, for he had seen it all. Spun around the world 8 times, soon to be nine winters ago he was dropped, not much had left his voids unseen.

His frame, of arabic descent stood stalk still, his whipcords trailing, flirting obscenely with the darking zephyr that wrapped its icey hands within the tressles. A snort was released from the nasal passages of the beast. His screaming aye? Well, then again, she did seem to have a wall built up. And how many mares had he gotten past with a wall now, 3? Just in the past few seasons. He was an original. The first in the Egyptian line to dwell within Galloping free. Only two had been sent to carry it on. A small flicka, dubbed Karela, another dubbed Obsession, and a colten Dubbed Samurai.

His features flickered from many emotions, settling upon amusement, his lamps alit against the now, fully, dwelt night air. Chairo, 'tis what they call me. And what do they call you? His rusty voice was emmited, slipping through his rubbery kissers, like melting ice. He cared for few, yes, it is true. So a true dark, he was not. Presumably a Darkish Neutral, they scream.

[Nocturne]

Auds leaned towards her boa. Nothing in harm /yet/ right? Limbs made their strides towards the hide before her. Patience is a vertue, no? So make it quick, 'cause it's running out. Serpentine arched as she krept into the shadows with the brute. Bay painted ess searched the horizon, nothing to be spilled. Whipcord laid down with nothing else to do. Tassels scraping upon her hide.

"They scream Raven towards me. Now, what do you want with me? Hurry it up, my patience is twindling."

Yes, thats right, make it fast. Daggers scraped the ground underneath her. Rocks touching her daggers scraped the troposhere. Frosty winds went through the air as the beasts stood.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

||ugh, muse is dwindling||

Smirk fell apon the maw of the beast. For why should he hurry? The fae would learn patience quite quickly, if she resided with him. For many others dotted the lands about his realm.

Ahh, but i wish to know what you want from me?

Slight emphasis was put on the word me. For he knew a hard core femme when he saw one, and he wished to see if this fae suited his herd, for only some would be allowed in, and she must match the criteria.

||-died- that was aweful, sorry||