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The world hung in an dark cold. She was content where she found herself, the trees draping over her body in the dark. Her legs carried her light, body swaying with each stride. Each stride was created at an extended trot, legs that resembled an Arabian, as well as her body build. Thinnest of feathering, a thin veil, hung over her black hooves. The ends of them on her white hind legs were shorter than the front legs. An ebony tail held high in the style of a proud Arab, her colours unique as the night. Eyes coloured an eerie pale blue caught the movements of the world surrounding her. Her black mane and forelock placed perfectly, strands of her forelock covering one eye. The pelt of the mare was a sheet of white with black holes through it, only on her face, upper neck, and front legs. She was the night in a reverse, a part of like the daytime sky.
Thoughts rolled in her mind of a lost friend, one who had stayed beside her in the past, yet had died on her escape to this new place. A little male blue jay she named Myrsk, who stayed by her side from early foalhood. He was the mind of reasoning and her true best friend in the place where the world so bitter bit into her heart and turned it into a black flame. Without company she became desperate and lonely, and the recent acceptance into the Assassins brought some type of belonging in this place. Yet one like her needed permanent company.
The path through the trees and darkness turned ahead, eyes accustomed to the light here. Ahead there was the sound of others, voices, hoof beats, and a glow? Curiosity pings within her mind, working its way into her. A place like so, unlike the marsh she had visited lately, had its works of magic and trickery. A snarl came upon her face, hearing a faint male voice come forth in a sing-song voice. A riddle. It clicked in her mind, a forked tongue she wished she had rolling in her mouth with the number she wished to say. Though again, there were others here.
She comes upon them at a walk, eyes in a startling look of pleasure among others. A pregnant mare, something made her chest tighten, a blind stallion, feeling a soft spot in her heart for her little sister, born blind and how she became the child's eye, and a strange creature. Part equine, part feline. Her devil's smile swept upon the beauty of her facade, knowing what she'd say. "For the fact a number is called, I might as well say zero."
It had no bite to it, but she never meant for that to have any type of bite to it. Just a number. It held no meaning. Her eyes cast to the others, throwing them out of the picture. Other souls meant nothing to her at this moment, and conversation seemed absent-mind and useless to a creature like herself.
"blah blah blah."
OOC: A blue jay companion to replace Myrsk, if anything. <3
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[DROP] Feeling L U C K Y ? ]Companion Drop]
