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Darkness had scattered like a plague of hungry rats, devouring all light, spreading disdainful diseases of lost hope, and taking away the magic of living. Though the small filly was born with the attributes of such a passive and useful magicka. Her small lean frame had been weakened, as if she had drew in the liquids of paralysis and felt the oncoming waves of shock in it's substances. When the shadows had taken the realm in hostage, her first impression was that she was free. Free from her allergies, the ones that kept her bounded into the shadows, and worried her day and night. To her, the sun was there to make her panic, to mock her, while it allowed everyone else to bask in it's rolling heat. She was there in the hollowed caves, not allowing the sun to scrape at her flesh. But since the darkness had fell over, and had beat away the sun, she thought of it as a heroism to allow her a time where she could roam in the beautiful realms. But after a while, she was also longing for the Sun to return, lining up in the hopes with her brethren.

In the overwhelming shadows she had awoken. Curled up in the most uncomfortable cave, it was so cold, even with the Weaver's blanket to keep her warmth. Her muzzle drew forward and pulled the curtain of supple blanket. Revealing a small torso, and black leggings. She let out a meager yawn, drowsy as ever yet couldn't sleep thoughtfully anymore. Slowly pulling herself on tall legs, she advanced her way towards the small framed doorway. She sneezed, and looked beyond, around the large valley. She could make her way to the hot springs, to warm herself with the others. But as she could see, that was a tiresome trip to the area through this deep blanket of snow. Instead her eyes looked over to the hidden entrance to The Basin and she could see two figures. Although, it was too dark for her to see at this rate, she began making her way over to them. Her leonine tail's tip dragging in the cursive ice. Until she had reached them, she could clearly see it was Ulrik with an unrecognizable stag. An icy breeze was inhaled carrying the fumes of the two. A foreign scent that she could not know. Was he new? Was he here to join the family?

They were both tall, and powerful stallions that stood speaking of some particular land. Until she realized it was of the foreign man's own. "From the northeast, from a place you will no longer find, because it no longer exists." She willingly stepped forward, curious enough to know why. Hot breaths drew out with a brave question
"Why does it not exist anymore?"
Surely there must've been a reason why it was no longer apart of maps or the universe even. She was silent, standing in the snow, her different coloured eyes staring widely at the two. She blinked before she looked down at the pup who stood by Ulrik. She hadn't known what she got herself into, but her leonine tail twitched with anticipation.