Why was I stalking these shadows again? The souls had been pulling me back toward the threshold, as if I could help fix something. But, I knew I couldn't really fix anything. No, really, all I could fix was the stupidity of some of these people that were lurking around me.

I shuffled my weight, feeling the pull and tug as I moved forward. Someone's talking to themselves. Schwere huffed, only to have Innerste laugh. Someone is always talking to themselves. she retorted. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. It never ended, did it? With a huff I stretched forward, watching the pegasus mare mumble to herself. Asking what she had gotten herself into this time. Oh. I don't know. Perhaps a world of nightmares?

And then, she almost stumbled into cliff. A very unladylike word escaped her maw as she looked up to the sky. Why didn't she just fly? Was she seriously that lazy?

Of course, another one appeared, this one with a horn. A painted body and a horn, but no wings. He spoke up, offering his name. He smelled of the Basin, of the same place as D'Art. With a scoff upon my lips I pulled my way out of the shadows and toward the area that the two were standing. "Seele," I say, still in the shadows. "The souls don't enjoy your presence much, Castiel." I smirk before pulling myself from the shadows completely with a grin upon my maw, "But they do like this winged-one's appearance. Might I be of help? Perhaps I can offer you a place to stay, or simply aid you in getting past this confusing border land." My voice floats into the air with smooth soprano chords, while the consonants chip off at the edges harsh and filled with venom. My voice was a contradiction in and of itself. But, who really cared at this point? Not me!

SEELE

It was here were they had found so many members of they family. The Asylum lurked within the Marshlands of Helovia, there together they were bidding their time. Waiting until they were strong enough to take over a herd land. Already plans were in motion and the leaders were getting ready to start making battle plans. They still needed more troops though, the more the merrier after all. So the golden mistress wondered through the threshold hoping to find a lost soul that she could offer a home too. Of course, they were picky about who they accepted into the group. The group did not contain any with a 'normal' mind unless they were willing to be healers of the group. The members of this outcast group were all suffering from different issues, it was because of the group that Eris, for the first time ever, had found herself caring for another one other than herself. Skysong, oh how that little one had grown to become just like a deirfiúr to her. Deirfiúr - Daughter. The term her father lovingly caressed her with when she had please him.

Ahead she heard voices, so the killer turned her body and slowly approached those who stood in a clearing. She found Seele, no doubt in the middle of recruiting, trying to sell their group to someone. Slowly she approached the group, the words her sister spoke reached her with ease. "Sister." That was all she spoke as she entered the conversation. Bobbing her head in Seele's direction, Eris' antisocial behaviour came into play. Her position was on the stallion's side. She moved past him, shooting him a judging look.

Slipping past him, she moved to be by her sister's side instead of his. She did not feel the desire to speak anymore. More than that she was glad to have her sister's back. She would do all the talking, she would be able to whisper the words to captivate the mare and bring her home with them. This broken pink mare deserved a true home, somewhere where she would be accepted by everyone. In this family of theirs, her different mind would be celebrated and encouraged by the members.

Her sharp eyes were careful to study both the mare and the stag at the same time. Standing ever so slightly behind her horned sister Eris knew she had found the place where she belonged, leading the Asylum along side Seele. Had this other mare found her place yet?

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The mare whipped her body around as soon as she realized she wasn't alone. Kathrine was aware that she wasn't from around these parts so it was safe to say it wasn't safe. At first glance no one was around but soon enough a stallion appeared. Kathrine starred at him mysteriously, who was he to sneak up on her? She snorted his way. "My name is of no importance to you!" She said defensively. It was just perfect that as soon as a stallion finds a mare alone he want to talk to her, why not just keep on going about their business? Of course it dawned on Kathrine maybe he was being nice but that wasn't what she wanted to think. She was unhappy in her predicament and she wanted to be alone. It seemed that wasn't going to happen anytime soon because then from the shadows another spoke- whispered more or less. Seele. Kathrine's ear perked and her head jerked towards the direction of the voice. The souls don't enjoy your presence much, Castiel. Kathrine let a evil snicker escape her. She lowered her head in haunches shoulders watching the bold mare closely. But they do like this winged-one's appearance. Might I be of help? Perhaps I can offer you a place to stay, or simply aid you in getting past this confusing border land. The light colored mare spread her wings out showing them off halfheartedly but also showing these two if things went south no matter how tired she was, flight was absolutely an option. "Hmm." Kathrine hummed approvingly to the mares words. Her orbs circulated to a second mare who took her side next to Seele. Kathrine could definitely see this getting interesting. "You could be. I hope I've caused no problems for anyone. I merely a lost filly seeking refuge." She looked at her audience with round, blue innocent eyes but the words that came out of her mouth were it's usual venom filled words She aimed her threatening eyes at the stallion. Kathrine didn't mean any harm though. Yet, if he thought he was going to pull a fast one on her the joke was on him. Muahahaha. Kathrine cleared her voice, "My name is Kathrine."

"The Witch Speaks."

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