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Vegas was back, along with Battle Cry, both a needed portion of the raven femme’s persona and makeup but also a tale of woe and sadness. She would be lying if the past did not haunt her at times, flicka and colts removed from her care while friends fell to the waste side or simply returned to mother earth. Pools of cerulean flickered towards the south, the summer zephyr had brought with it more waves of heat, but in its wake a figure was forming. Hues of green and blues gave way to that of ashen gray. Paper thins quivering in the action of scent and excitement as weathered frame noted with certainty the figure, which had appeared. Al-Damis-Laheeb better known as Al to those who’d been closes enough to call him friend; it was his form that she stared at now. The simper of friendship and kindness spreading over her maw even as she begun the voyage across the valley and towards him. Labrums parted and soft lyrics filtered forth in greeting, alerting him to her coming and a greeting upon his return. Slender limbs carried the onyx nymph forward till she was but a few yards from the duke of royalty. Long had been the time when one called him king, even longer since when his herd ruled the land with a steady hoof and gentle but stern word. Moonlight had seen many eras come and go, Daughter of Light, Al-Damis, Silver Fire and Monster, all of them had come and gone before her though it would appear not all ghosts remained in the past. Nickering softly the female called forward pleased to see an old face and happy for it to be one of her alignment even more. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Cresent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |