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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