A simple snort broke the twilights silence, the black coated mare pushed forth here and there from the few bits of light that was left would revel the usual markings she had upon her self, the stripes upon her legs were the most noticeable along with the ones covering her rump. The oddest thing about them however was the fact they were a tealishgreen color and faded into a darker purple; the same could be said for the mane an tail. A pair of feathered wings also sprouted form her back; taking on the greenishteal and dark purple coloring; even here those stripes were making themselves known. There was no doubt; she was one oddly colored Pegasus. Accompanying the colors her mother he sprouted; unlike the white coloring she had shared with her other siblings. Desdemona to the horror of her mother had taken on the looks her father sprouted and markings alike; if one wasn't looking at them correctly one could easily mistake them for twins; save for Des being slightly shorter then he. Even so, she had been trained by her father and a few other hand selected stallions by him; making her a fighter and an assassin if the timed called for such a thing., perhaps the easiest job was simply being a spy yet despite this training she found that one the most boring of them all. Then again, gathering information on a herd one that your own was at war with hardly proved to be an interesting task; to her at lest.

As the light faded from view and the moon yet to make it self known was making this a very dark night indeed, something had put her on the alert just as the sun vanished behind the thickly wooded forest and possible mountains beyond it. A strange scent lurked about yet she could not pinpoint it's location. Carefully she moved forward placing one hoof in front of the other as she picked her way through the forest, something wasn't right. This felt like a a predator, something or someone was hunting her. What it was, Des could not openly say but she wasn't going to stick around to find out either. Ears pinning against her skull she moved into a slightly faster walk; almost a trot at this point. A feeling of unease washing over her, whatever it was she would much rather facing the creature rather then being stalked as she was now.

Occ; Kind of rambled here xD, but it will do. Also open for whoever/herd wise.

Suddenly the sound of hooves reached her ears, wait, hooves? Was there some other equine here? Slowing her rushing trot she nearly came to a stop as her head turned this way and that as she looked for the owner of the hooves of which was obviously trailing her. He suddenly cut her off causing her to slid to a stop, a snort was given as she eye'd the brute before her. From his smile, she couldn't tell if he was going to be harmful or not, never the less she was ready to give him a swift kick up the ass if she had to. "Desdemona." A chilled reply to his rather strange behavior towards her. "Why do you stalk me?" The words left her lips with a slight touch of annoyance entering her voice. The mare took a few steps back, preferring to keep a small distance from him.

Those words only made her scoff at the brute. "You could of been a predator for all I knew, Dúchanar." Surprisingly pronouncing his name easily enough, but now he was proving to get on her nerves if not just slightly. Those ears flicked at his chuckles, knowing he was enjoying him self obviously enough. He seemed to enjoy scaring other equines for whatever hidden pleasure he may have of such a thing. Why and what his pleasure was, she would never know for she didn't seek to know, no, he could keep that to him self. Ears pinned back slightly as he circled her much like a predator would it's prey if it knew it had it cornered; stomping a dark purple hoof in warning she simply watched him and his every movement. Yet he managed to surprised her by facing her once more and speaking once again. What was this World's Edge? He did peak her curiosity if not only slightly, he even proved to offer to take her there; noting the slight crack in his voice she almost wanted to ask why his voice cracked as it did.

It didn't seem she would get the choice to do so, aside from offering a light touch with her darkly colored nose before withdrawing from such a thing, it was if only to bring some measure of comfort to the stallion, all too well understanding his position. Her amethyst gaze shifted towards the one that joined them this fine moonless night; that head titled slightly as she looked him over. There was one thing off about him, the wings, that's what was off putting about him. Desdmona knew they were far too delicate for flight alone, a burden some of her own herd had experienced although it had been rare. Unlike him however, any who had such a deformity were either killed once of age to fly or sent away to spend their last few days, if they survived at all, in the harsh wilderness they lived in.

When he spoke was only when her eyes moved from his wings and to his face, offering a light nod in return. "Not quite yet." A simple light smile was given as she responded to his first question of which she knew was mainly directed at the skull faced stallion beside him. "What is this Wold's Edge? And not the only herd-land?" A few simple questions; surely they wouldn't mind in answering her, or would they? She hopped not, for she was curios and knew knowledge was only gained from being curios of those around her including the lands here, as strange as they were.

Silently the amethyst eye'd mare watched the two exchange greetings if they had been ever so slightly, it was apparent to her that Duch seemingly had taken a liking to this other stallion although she could not blame him at all. He was well mannered enough if not seeming a bit impatient to get some where. Flicking that tail at her hocks to get rid of night time annoyances she stood still and listened with apparent interest in what they were speaking about, which she was interested in. Some times the best way to learn things was to stay silent and just watch; then again she knew when to keep her trap shut.

The skull faced stallion proved to look to her once more and named off the different herd-lands, of which she made sure to memorize. His emotionless response was taken in stride; it was likely due to her light touch before that made him colder towards her yet she cared naught. Those eyes switched to the brown ones that met her gaze, her was being sincere. Ears flicked as she listened to the stallion knowing now to avoid the so called Plague, it seemed the lands had a Pegasus hating herd or for all she knew there could be a handful of them, never the less she would keep her wits about her knowing those that hated Pegasus could be quite dangerous; if she was unlucky. As he went on she nodded slightly, the Edge and Dragon's throat seemed like an ideal place to start; if she didn't like one or the other she always had the second to choose from, or if she enjoyed nether she could always go out on her own.

As he paused she had finished taking in what he had told her while looking to Duch knowing the other stallion was likely tired of the long winded speech yet she minded little. As to what was said next she took interest, an invasion? It seemed things were heating up in these lands which just might prove to be undoubtedly interesting. "Interesting turn of events; but I don't see a reason why I shouldn't go to the Edge with you two. Perhaps, it'll prove to be interesting." And with that, her choice was made, at lest for the time being. Then again her mind might change easily enough later on. All she could do really and wait and see. But first, her goal was getting through to Duch and learn his story if she could, or maybe reach that inner part of him; she would help in whatever way she could; hell she was determined to do so.

Occ:// Say we wrap this up in the next few post? :3.