( this post is going to be extremely vague due to circumstances. )

A night out of the ordinary, a road his hooves had not traveled in so long. Black-rimmed ears flicked worriedly, afraid of what they might catch, nostrils flexing and drawing in air, searching for familiar scents. His eyes were aided in their search by Irma's, her form lit by gentle moonlight, keen gaze piercing the night.

He did not want to meet anyone. Least of all someone he knew.
But with his reputation, it was hard to tell if a stranger would know his face.

Damn it all.

Mauja drew to a halt at the edge of the mainland, the blue, solid lava of the Veins just in front of his frosted hooves. Orangemoon air ruffled his mane, and his gaze rested upon the rock formations just barely visible against the dark sky. His soul had mostly broken up with the gods — anger at the Sun's childish tantrums, a feeling of hurt and vindictiveness at the Moon's games, and.. Asní... he wouldn't even get started on him. Instead, he just flattened his ears, and prepared to turn away when the world shifted. A figure rippled into sight, and air flared out in a powerful gust, twirling white locks in front of his face and buffeting Irma. So, one of those celestial beings was here tonight, and he couldn't exactly say it improved his mood.

And the strangers streamed in, drawn like bears to honey. A blue girl ran onto the path, as if she couldn't wait to get her life tangled up with the Gods, followed by a pale creature. Mauja watched them with silent judgment, not budging from his position, off the beaten path — fools, rushing to their demise with open arms. Nothing good could come of mingling with those who wielded too much power, and he let his gaze fall from her moonlit shape. He doubted she wanted anything to do with him, anyway. After all, he'd broken his faith. Sighing Mauja lowered his head and began to walk, following the blue rocks as they met the shore, intending to follow the edge between elements. If anything he could pick up the broken pieces of some unfortunate soul she'd shatter with her ways, but even so, should he reach the ruined shrines unhindered he'd hang back in the shadows, unwilling to mingle, and desperate to remain unacknowledged.

Curiosity would be the death of him.

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Denied here.
3/30/13 :: [Magic: DarkxLight | Ability to slash a victim at a distance using his horn.]

EDIT: I thought the Basin Herd Champs was for April..? :/ We've got some stealth reversal this month.