silven reflections

[charhisma]

The timbers branches swayed in the wind as a ghostly equiss appeared. Her chrome epidermis glinted in the moons rays making her appearance seem ghostly. She arched her leviator as obsidian chasms took in their surroundings. After all was surveyed the fatale's ashen pistons made their way towards the sapphire aqua, curious of what other creatures lay in this realm. While her spheres lay on the aqua her reflection was noticed. As her oculars stared at the mirror a shadow desended upoun it. And once more there was the sudden urge to be devoured by it. Soon a loud splash was heard followed by pistons reaching the sod. As the ess slinked of into the timbers shelter of shadows.

[charhisma]

Though probally oblivious to those whos pistonites land upon the sod just strides from the hessian's reaching her chasms were watching intently to see how the equids here behave.

[D'Artagnan]

'E fled onto the scene, not knowing that another was already there. Halting in the cover of a copse of trees, 'e paused to catch 'is breath. The dappled arboreal shadows cast 'pon 'is golden chassis gave a semblance of calm, but 'e was wrought with confusion. What is happening to me? he wondered, his mind reeling.

[charhisma]

Boredem began to sweep over the dame. But it was quickly washed away as the cremello brujo wandered in. Her oculars looked over him noting his troubled fascade. Ah wasn't he that light conversing with her kin. No matter she is no threat to me. She hissed out loud. At least for the time being she added silently. It then struck her that the hellion was here and most likely had heard her. Oh well what harm could a light do? Besides he didn't seem to be aware of anything in the terrain that surrounds him, other then his problems.

[D'Artagnan]

'E misinterpreted 'er outburst as being directed at Lakota, and turned abruptly away. 'E had had too many confusing encounters with darks anyway... Was it so rare for a light to be troubled like this? 'E fell to grazing, waiting for 'is clouded mind to clear.

[charhisma]

The dame stepped out of the brush for she knew she was caught. Decisions, decisions, decisions. What will thou choose? Or does thee not even have a choice yet? A taunting smirk was upon her mug. Ah it seemed ages ago when she too was quite puzzled by life's enigma. But that was then this is now. The hembra knew many changes had occured for the better or the worse that wasn't yet determined. She unlike many did not go on and on about life's memories but left them behind to seek new beginings. Her past was a nuisence that hobbled in the back of her skull wanting to be brought up. But it shall stay back there, that it shall.

[D'Artagnan]

When I cannot find the problem I will be hard pressed to find a solution. How can I make a decision when no question has been posed of me? 'E spat, 'is foul mood rapidly spiraling downwards at 'er unwelcomed attitude.

[charhisma]

I never pressumed that thou was searching for an answer, only that a question was the key you were hunting for. Her vocals harsh with annoyance. She was already agitated with the fact that her kin was here in this terrain. Adding to that was the fact that her own chrome mug had released a lie. The dove hated liers more then most lights, maybe more then anything. Except a broken heart, that was the most painful thing of all. But it was a lie that led to the pain. Even a small one. But the equid she had fibbed to was no more then a mere light. Still her soul felt quite ashamed.

[D'Artagnan]

Indeed. 'E sighed, tearing up a mouthful of jades and grinding it absently. You seem rather at peace though. And still dark? Tsk tsk, I thought inner turmoil and darkness went hand in hand. Except for my case. I'm an angry neutral flying under the banner of the lights, so to speak.

[charhisma]

Anger t'is only an excuse for turning dark. Even lights must have pain and anger for feelings is what make an equiss somthing. Darks have sharp tongues that limit their companions and are usually cruel. Some are complicated others have hard reminscents that think darkness is the answer. While lights are often kind and do not insult as often. Thyself was once a light but boredem and the wanting for my own choice turned thy way towards the darkness. She closed her mug. Never had she told one her thoughts that echoed through her skull. Atleast not this much.

[D'Artagnan]

Thine insights astound me. 'Ere I was thinking I was alone in my depth of thought. 'E grinned slightly. A dark by choice, not forced hence by thy past... now that is a rarity. It gladdens me that not all darks generalize about those of opposite alignment. We all have a little darkness in us. 'Is expression registered bemused shock. Amazing... perhaps 'e too had generalized others... 'e 'ad no intention of being a hypocrite.

[charhisma]

Along with some light. So maybe we all are neutrals? She paused amazed that another held the same thoughts as she. I thank thee for thou praise. T'is rare that one agrees, most consider me crazy for changing out of the want of my own choice.

[charhisma]

The ess paused thinking about what she had just said. It seemed true the more and more she thought about it. The hembra pondered this for a few seconds more before returning her attention back to the brujo. Her thorns were tilted forward a bit as she awaited his reply.

[ooc: Sorry my muse is lost just to distracted. If you read injuries you will know why]

[D'Artagnan]

Perhaps the only crazy ones are those too blind to see reason. 'E replied absently, milling over 'is now-falsified biases.

[charhisma]

Yes... She paused for a mere second before speaking inaudible words. Or those who can't forgive the past and its consequences. The hessian knew that she truly did not forgive Silverado but only convinced herself so. But can one do so when actions so hurtful occur? And when they caused you to hurt one whom you cared for so deeply? Maybe they were unforgivable and they would hold scars in her heart and skull forever. But whatever happens she could not hold on to the past just maintain her future's path.