Night walker

[tyra]

The night was his kingdom. Within it he felt safe. Not like in the day when he slept, hidden away from others. Untrusting, fearful even, of others. After all, his history dictated that not a one could be trusted. Even his parents, he should never have trusted them. It was there fault, he'd decided, he'd ended up how he was.
Each step he took in the dark was sure, rather than wary as it would be in the day. His ears flicked and nared scented, eyes scanning the lands as he walked. A colt who felt the world was his enemy and only in the night could he feel safe. A colt who could slip back into the shadows and even his grey pelt be unseen. Welcome to the world of one-year-old Acerbus.
Quietly, quietly, the youngster moved on. Darkness by name and darkness by nature. Not a sound, not a move unthought of.
Quietly, quietly, even more silent as he walked along the beach, a silhouette in the moonlight. Each flint not making a noise upon the sand.
Quietly, quietly, whispering to himself of the stories he had heard. Those he had learnt of Aequus and the others that made him shiver in fear.
Quietly, quietly, making his way along the beach, oblivious to all.

[Kirin]

The beach was still this night, even the perpetual crash of the waves against the rocks a mere shell compared to their former brilliance. All things seemed to have slowed, the passing of time, the reflection of light upon one's retina, breath and sound both lost to darkness. Or perhaps it was a figment of the filly's imagination, seeing as she rarely was ever trusting of her senses anymore, the days being long since she had been accompanied by anything other than isolation.

It was not of her doing, the brightness of her golden pelt in stark contrast to the past life she'd been living. It was not shaded in the nature that would summon the wrath of the gods, it was more of a faultless indifference that left one wondering about whether she bore a fate at all. The filly was used to traveling in dense, foggy terrain, her creamy coloring proving to actually benefit her in the nearly whiteout surroundings. There was usually water, but often there was little to eat, nothing to see, and no one to encounter. But the filly had never been in pain. How could she, when she knew of little else in her world?

But all this had changed this night, when determined tiny daggers carried her to the furthest edges of a stretch of land. To view the water in such mass comparable to the earth was astonishing. To have the plants and grass grow in such abundance was a gift, and to think of all the new faces she'd met coming here brought her a false sense of exhilaration. The soft crunch of the sand picked up in frequency, and her movement became the life of the night, the only sound to be picked up amongst the pale shoreline. She knew not who was here, nor did she care, as life had given her only herself to think of. She did not notice the young colt which moved slowly upon the beach, his own phantom nature making her hesitate to view him as a living being. She conversed only with those who could expanded her world, and only then would she be loyal to them. She even began trotting proudly past him, as if making herself so promininent in such foreboding surroundings was logical. But then the shadow revealed a spark of life in the lifting of its hoof, and she stopped to stare from a distance. She never thought she'd be able to view a living ghost, even if it was made of flesh. How interesting. Her auds pricked in the colt's direction, and she waited for another imitation of life to occur, her wispy tassel flicking in anticipation of entertainment. She was naive, and knew not the sense of what their meeting could bring.

Silens Palma

[tyra]

On the winds on that dark and almost silent night a scent was carried. The scent of one who, like he, had little or no contact with the outside world. Something which, for the colt, was unheard of. He'd never met one who, like he, avoided the world. But he would never fit in anymore. The cracks on his pelt, there seemed to be more everytime he got in trouble, every time he survived against the odds. He didn't understand it but there was something keeping him here. What, he had no idea, but something.
For a few more steps the grey colt with the black mane continued on his journey across the beach but, where he usually found others repulsive, something to avoid, he found this scent and, therefore, whoever it belonged to intruiging. He paused, glancing around, wind catching at his mane and pushing it back as he did and he shook his head, slowly changing path toward the scent.
It did not take long for her to fall into his sighs and he lowered his head in a soft nod of welcome. He rarely spoke and because of such his voice was almost silent if he did try to speak and he was much more comfortable reading body language. It was a language which told no lies and, at times, it was possible to even have a conversation through it, if you were one who understood it and the other did at least.
But Acerbus was not used to others and he quickly looked away, seeming scared, his gaze drifting across the sea. As it did the waters started to lap softer, quietening. He was thankful, at that point, for the gift of water control he had somehow gained a few months ago, for it quietened the bay considerably as he looked back to the femme, still silent, his auds perked.

[Kirin]

With that little act, the grey pelted colt had certainly taken the stray sunbeam's interest. She was quite adept at determining wht it meant. At least she thought so, she always acted on what she believed to be the right thing to do, though it remained to be said whether it was a case of morality or not. The filly was pleased by the gesture, however slight it may be, and gave enthusiastic nod, before allowing her footfall to become more intuned with the newcomer, and gradually falling in line alongside him. She was smart enough to know that a sudden charging into his path might be viewed as a confrontation, but easing in and waiting for permission to approach would be far less hazardous.

Had she the ability to do so, the filly would've given a slight nicker at this point, a casual greeting and indicaton of good will toward a potential traveling partner. It was comon of equines to prefer to travel in a group, but she knew not the mindset of this colt, nor whether acting friendly would be any incentive. He didn't look to hail from the Ignis, and she found herself a bit relieved by this fact. But anything is possible and she remained a slight ways out of striking distance, picking up her feet with energy to reveal she was happy and eyes gleaming bright conveying the same. Why to be so happy just for meeting someone? She really couldn't explain, to herself or others, but she could definitely show it, and was doing just that. Now to see if she could coax some words out of him, of any variety really. To re-familiarize herself with the use of audible lyrics would be a welcome change, even if she couldn't come to use them herself. This filly still bore a strong need to be around other equines, even if the much of her life had been spent in an opposing state.

Silens Palma