Artemis

The last remnants of light were slowly fading over the horizon; the last dregs of light struggled against the lowering sun, tendrils of light clawing up over the horizon with the helplessness of a child as their attempts at staying up just a little longer were thwarted by father sol. Lazy eyes watched the horizon darken, her lips moving with slow, rhythmic movements as gnashers pounded upon sodden grass. The foliage was tasteless, yet she was indifferent to it. It did not taste particularly bad, so she really could not complain.

As she swallowed, a yawn cracked her otherwise solemn expression and she turned to gaze toward the Helovian Threshold. Despite the darkness seeping over the land, Artemis felt that the gloomy forest was oddly welcoming. She had traversed its depth so often and she was so confident in herself that she had little to fear from its shadowed expanse. Turning, she slowly moved toward it, glancing up for a moment as she felt a single droplet of rain strike her muzzle.

The clouds were deepening in hue and the mare frowned grimly, quickening her pace. The canopy would shield her from a little rain - she only hoped it did not pour before she returned home. She di not mind the rain, but she would prefer to stay dry.

There wasn't much she disliked, it seemed, yet neither was there much she was overly fond of. Such was life for Artemis - mundane and not overly interesting. Just the way she liked it. Let it never change.

As she moved, her audits twitching with curious intent as she knew that many strange souls lurked in the murky forest. For a short while she saw nothing, (though honestly she had not come here to find others - she simply had found herself wandering aimlessly as per usual) yet she persisted her hike until light teal eyes settled upon a shadow that was too deep, too solid to be just that. She squinted, the light swiftly fading and obscuring her vision. The mare approached slowly, head relaxed yet muscles twitching - you never knew who was friend or foe, and the warrior never let her guard down. now was no exception.

As she neared, not trying to mask her presence but instead walking quite normally forth, she began to make out the form of a stallion. He was shorter than she by a few hands, and his ebony pelt was tainted by what appeared t be silver flecks around his extremities. There was an odd mark not unlike scarring over his shoulders - it was hard to tell in the low light, however. Nodding her head as greeting, she announced her presence with a gentle voice; "Greetings, stranger. What brings you to this forest?" She wasn't great at greetings, or talking in general really. Oh well. It was better than simply ignoring him, right?

"chat here."

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