Talons struck in cadence to the earth's dynasty . . . ghostly form a silouhette upon the surface of the land. Stallion slowed to a halt, liquid amber orbs shimmering slightly in hesitation. Before place is taken silently, orbs gazing thoughtfully at little creature of navy hue. Never before had he seen for himself a pure neutral . . . one who chose neither side, but also embraced either. Interesting indeed . . . mug pursed as if to say something, before it shut once more. For he was . . .
Condemned to the silence and mortality which consumed most others