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[BEASTIE]

B E A S T I E She notes the dark one’s amusement with a flash of responsive humor in her orange eyes. Her coat ripples and changes, stripes of purple-black climbing up her legs and taking their place like a royal version of the exotic zebra. She cocks her head. Color shifting serves no offensive purpose, but it amuses her and she finds it useful as a tool for confusion and distraction. Often, however, the mare uses it to better suit her mood and environment. When they disappear, it seems natural. The setting itself, ghostly, foggy and marked by anticipation, promises the unusual. It’s rare for Beastie to feel as if she is the most alive and grounded in a group, but as they reappear, so close she can feel the strange cold from their body, she feels very solid and of the earth. She has never had contact beyond the veil, but her interest has always existed. Where others shy away, Beastie simply wants to understand. To whoever’s detriment, even her own. Boundaries are meant to be broken. She edges closer to the dark shadowy being as they speak, her side nearly making contact with his. It’s her subtle way of proclaiming that very little makes her uncomfortable or afraid. Death, after all, is just another world to learn. Beastie shifts her focus to the translucent appaloosa, whose apparent fascination with her parlor trick she is vain enough to appreciate. “I rarely agree to proposals which don’t outline the fine print.” she responds evenly. She isn’t a child, for all her curiosity, and while she isn’t in terror of the end, rushing heedless into the embrace of this stallion seems unwise. At least, for this purpose. Still, she inwardly longs to know more, to know what the two of them see in the place beyond this one.  “And have you discovered much?” She lets the question slip past her usual guardedness, aimed towards them both, her interest too much to bear.