Morgäna

Where in blazes was she? This forest was thick to high heaven much less dark, but the dark didn't bother her on that luminous night; no, where she was however was bothersome. Bejeweled eyes narrowed slightly as those ashen hooves lead the mare forth, highly unsure of this strange place. Most times the chaotic mare was more then sure footed in where she went, but here, this place felt just strange. It made her hide tingle and not in a pleasant way. It seemed a more uncertain side of her personality was in place this lovely night, something that would change if given a bit of time. "Never again." A mere mummer to her self, as those eyes looked for something, or rather someone to focus upon. It would lead to interesting things no doubt, her chaotic nature would shift and in turn she'd be more sure of her self in this strange place.

That attention shifted to a moving form, a wolf it would seem from the outline of the canine. The creature didn't frighten her, rather she took interest in the furred creature and followed it. Yet she knew it was the only one here, likely hopping for an easy meal or hunting for scraps, whatever the case maybe it would lead her some where. Thus the winged mare followed ever silent in her steps, ever watching. But it seemed to have worked before too long, being taken to that of a small clearing. Now, at least she could see what was before her. Still the question remained; "Where am I?" Mummering ever so softly to her self, as those eyes shifted to the sky and upon the moon that hung lazily above her.

Occ: Shorter then I typically do..and rather out of placeish; guess I have to get into my character still xD.

The devil within

The feline moved quietly through the tall grasses her stripes hidden beneath the moon as long as she stuck to the shadows. Her senses were a live wire connecting her to everything lingering around, the rabbit deep within their burrows, the birds sleeping in the trees overhead, a wolf prowling around. Yet it was the scent of another four legged creature that caught her interest, another like her bonded was nearby. Picking up her pace she moved quietly from the grass to the forest borders her paws making virtually no sound on the soft terrain. Slinking forward through the bushes blue eyes fell upon the winged one a couple feet from where she was, what was this one doing out here at this time? Glancing back she wondered why the grey was always so slow when there was so much to see and so little time to see it all. Growling impatiently the tigress forgot momentarily that she was supposed to be quiet if she was to stalk something, whoops well that worked out well.

From out of the darkness the lone figure of her bonded emerged slowly obviously aware of the winged female, she shall stay here for awhile longer she finally decided crouching down trying to hide herself the best she could so the moon would not give her away.

It had not been the dapple's intention to wander so close to the threshold but his journey had gotten rather off course. Before he had turned back the scent of a lone female had caught his attention, so of course he wanted to see who was out at this time of night. Silver eyes caught the pegasus's figure as he crested over the hill and his heart momentarily jumped in the hopes it may be Parelia. Disappointment and sadness quickly replaced those emotions as he concluded that she was not who he had hoped to see but rather a new mare to the area. Wiping his face clear of emotion he forced a gentleness into his features as he approached stopping a few feet from the mare. " What brings you out here so late miss?" He questioned his head held high upon his muscular shoulders out of habit.

The faded light that surrounded him had overtime become so normal he on occasion forgot it was there. Regardless of whether her paid attention to it or not it was commonly one of the first things strangers seemed to notice especially under the cloak of night. "Forgive me, My name is Ciceron." He commented annoyed with himself for forgetting his manners. There were many things that seemed to be slipping his mind lately, not that it was really all that surprising given the occurances of the last couple weeks.


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While the answer was not what the grey had been expecting it did not really surprise him much either. He had met many newcomers and each possessed a unique personality and with it many variations of names, many of which he had never heard before. The first thing that came to note about this fae would likely be perhaps the lack of caution within her posture and the lack of it within her face. Most that appeared within the threshold had some degree of caution which came naturally when faced with a new situation and new sights, yet this girl seemed to display none hmm interesting. Pushing the thought away his expression relaxed slightly with the welcome distraction of conversation. There was much that churned within the depths of his mind it was nice to be able to focus on something he might be able to make sense of for once.

"A troubled mind is a forgetful one." The comment brought a smirk to his jaw, was it that obvious that his mind was not all there. He would have to work on his ability to conceal it better if that was even possible given a large chunk of him was missing inside. "Morgäna Asguardi." Teasing the name through his mind he couldn't think of ever having come across it before, surely he should be able to recall having met her with a distinct name such as this. Nothing rang any bells so he quickly gave up on that train of thought satisfied with his conclusion of never having met her before. "Morgäna les Désastre, do you commonly go by the entire name or is there a shortened version you prefer?" He asked completely out of curiosity.

The mare's eyes wandered momentarily to something behind her before meeting his once again. Curiosity drew his own attention briefly trying to pick out what was of interest before his eyes caught Kiara's, that would explain it. " Do you need a place to rest from your journey? I would gladly show you the Hidden Falls herd if you wish." He offered out of lack of something better to say. Normally conversation came easily why was it so difficult to come up with something proper to say?

Flicking her tail in mild annoyance for her bonded's lack of introducing her to the mare, the feline stubbornly remained where she was. She needed to try and find some way to make him happy, this was not like him at all. That other winged witch had broken him when she left with the shorter fuzzy one, why had she done this. If she wasn't so concerned about the grey being able to cope with his sadness she would have tried to track them done and make them come back. Granted to do this she would have to deal with the featherhead, and she would need a plan to drag them back here. That could prove more challenging, the featherhead was easy to deal with it just meant she could finally catch him.

Waiting another couple of minutes the feline's patience grew thin, she would be here all night if she waited to be introduced. With that she lept forward with powerful limbs back into the long grass only to circle around behind her grey before slowly emerging behind him her eyes trained on the winged mare. The last winged one had hurt him, was this one going to do the same? Not if she could help it, growling protectively she lay herself down a few meters from the pair to see what would happen next.

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