How dare she!

From the rotten Spectral Marsh, Ghost had flown to the Deep Forest in attempt to calm her temper with the cool air pressing against her face. Her annoyance had stemmed from the appearance of her mother at the first ever Asylum meeting she had attended, just when the young belle thought she'd finally gotten rid of her; there she was. Intruding on her life like the smug witch she would always be. Perhaps her mother's goal was now centered around making her daughter's life as hellish as possible, or maybe her own sad excuse of an existence had really become that bad and pitiful that she was left with trailing around after the only decent thing she'd created. I'm far too good for her the onyx banshee hissed in her mind, it was almost ironic, that the mare who taught her to feel no emotion triggered the most passion out of Ghost. The youth didn't yet understand these feelings, they krept up on her and normally she stashed them away in a cold dark place, but this time she allowed her raging anger into the keep of her soul.

By the time the Deep Forest came into view, the mare's rage had ebbed a little, the mini arguement in her mind simmering down to a heated discussion and she began to find herself gliding closer to the tops of trees, taking comfort that just a few wing beats below her was the safety of shadows. It was then that she spotted banners of silver flaxen enveloping a sleek dark body that glided neatly into the cradle of the forest. Intrigued, Ghost altered her own flight and carefully picked her way around branches until finally hooves punched the floor and she was, once again, upon the earth. On a normal day, the wraith much preffered to walk rather than fly, but what was normal these days?

Ink coloured eyes roamed as she began to walk, eventually catching the scratching stallion who seemed to be relieving himself on a tree. His own flight appendages a strange bald kind of look, not like her own feathered properllors, more like... A bat. Ghost approached and stopped some paces away, her ears betraying uncertainty, flicking back and forth "the forest agrees with you I see" came her quiet, raspy voice.

He seemed a quiet one, much like herself, a tall stallion in stature with a lithe, but well toned figure. His age seemed to reflect one similar to her own though one could never be too sure, a baby face did not necessarily mean a tender age and tender ages weren't all they seemed. At least in Ghost's case. He was in all an anagram of darkness, an exterior that hid well his inner self and the crimson symbol etched onto handsome features was a draw enough for the little sprite to want to know more. Yet, she was always ever careful, a quest to find another's true self always put one's own soul at risk after all, it was the art of give and take. To not reveal too much in order to get to the elusive truth. If the dainty wraith was to gain this boy's trust, the questions would have to be simple ones, she was a Seeker in training; no need to push it too far.

Dark eyes catch the warm colour of blood in the form of feathers, sat neatly in his mane, much like the long feathers that make up the ends of her own appendages. She remains where she is, soaking up the darkness and the mystery, "They do go beautiful together." She half smiled, letting the admiration fill her voice, dark woods and murky swamps were made for her. It was easier to hide in such places.

"Do you live here? I do not wish to breach your territory, not without consent that is." Ghost presumed he was just a traveller for many scents filled this wood and as beautiful as it was, the woodland surely was not big enough to host so many. Yet, it was the mare's own way of asking permission of temporary truce. A fragile semblance of friendship that would dissolve should they choose it to later. However, reminding herself that to take one had to give, she strung together some last words and offered them to this stranger in the woods. "They call me Ghost."

He was a cautious boy, never coming too close, but moving near enough for Ghost to appreciate him at a more detailed angle as she noticed the leathery shine to his wings with a spark of interest, wondering with amusement if he hung upside down on trees to sleep. Now that would be something to see! Her lips formed a half smile as he proclaimed her name suited her, whatever he meant by that Ghost did not know, but she did now have something by which to call him by. Satanic Silk. It was a rather ostentatious name and didn't quite go with the polite abode upon his façade, but the ebonite belle ran with it and shortened it quickly to Silk as Satan surely did not dip his head in such manners. When he answered her question she began to gather her thoughts again. Dragons Throat. A name she had never heard before even though the sprite felt like she should have. "What is this Dragons Throat like, Silk? I have never heard of it" the intrigue was clear in her voice, was it a herd land just like the Worlds Edge? Really, her mother did leave out many important details.

"I live not too far from here, in the Spectral Marsh with others... Like me." She offered in return, thinking fondly on the sickly place that she frequented enough times now for it to feel 'homely'.

What he did next she wasn't expecting as the respectable distance vanished and he bravely placed his nose upon her slick, inky weapon. She remained completely still, the expression on her face unchanging, but her body noticeably tensed. His touch was brief, like a colt discovering something new for the first time which made her wonder if he'd ever seen a horn before. When he retracted himself she watched him carefully, eyes narrowing as his attention returned to her and he apologized for his impulsiveness. Ghost decided to play with him as a consequence, a dark smirk slipping onto her lips. "Don't you worry lad, I'd have slipped it under your chin and through your throat if I thought you dangerous."

Curiosity was a fine thing, but she began to wonder just how fool hardy he was.

Time was drawing on and Ghost was becoming aware that she needed to move, Seele had given her orders to escape the looming presence of darkness and yet, here she was, conversing with a stranger. Not that he was that unfamiliar any more, she knew his name and his land, she knew he had a knack for twisted humour and that he wasn't all that bad company. Most shunned and turned their backs on the quiet sprite that liked to linger in shadow, but this one showed no such hostility, but enough charisma to keep her young mind entertained. Satanic Silk. Silk. She would remember his name and his red marked face. "Indeed, you would make a nice ornament wouldn't you" she laughed darkly through her raspy tones.

She nodded to his answer, she didn't quite like the sound of living in a desert, in her mind it appeared like a much too bright and warm place for her empty heart that desired equally devoid places. Then again, one could never find much in a desert could they? His tone changed then and she eyed him warily, never moving an inch in either direction as she considered his question before answering.

"Mad horses. Twisted souls. Murderers. The Deranged... Conquerers." She smiled her haunting, soul piercing smile. That's all he was going to know, he was interesting, but not nearly interesting enough to warrant any more information than that. She wondered if her answer disappointed him, she wondered if he craved to know more or maybe he just wouldn't care. However, quickly glancing skywards, Ghost's expression grew troubled and she began to back away.

"I must follow my orders before I fall too far behind" she unfurled her wings and glanced back once at Silk just as she was about to climb into the air. "Beware of the Spectral Marsh, Satanic Silk of the Dragons Throat" she must find Seele and the others, like she'd promised.