|| LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO MY FLAME

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The golden creature rarely leaves the comforts of the Tundra passed dark. Things existed in the dark that outright frightens the mare. The childlike wonder that glows deep in the blue pools, glittering brightly. She can not hide herself from others nor does she try. Maribel was exactly who she chooses to be without giving any sort of consideration to the silly thought of others. The Tundra princess. The golden angel. The first warm rays of light peeking over the very brim of new mornings. But tonight...tonight she dares venture outwards to the Field. With the change of darkness, Mari cloaks herself in the richest of velvet with the simple change of her mind. Tassels hang at her side, dipped in the rick ink of deep sea creatures and tinged with blue. Her nails shine like polished obsidian in the pale moon's caress. In this fashion is how Mari finds the hulk of a stallion. The young mare should pay better attention but at least she had not run right into him like she has done in the past with others. He is massive, towering over the mare (who's eyes are like dinner plates). "Oh! Hello there." A smile glides easily across her lips though she isn't sure if it's embarrassment or surprise... Probably both. "A rather beautiful night, I'd say, especially for a stroll. I'm Maribel." Now Mari is not like most other horses. She does see the stallion's form torn and decayed but truthfully she is much more fascinated by him than frightened. A slender limb pulls her closer as she i looking rather upward at him with bright blue eyes. "Are you okay? You seem okay...Sorry." A tangle of her smile goes completely lopsided on her face under the gaze of the large male. "Golly, it sure is a clear night." Mari peers up to a sky dappled by small fluffs of clouds...that statement backfiring slightly and she sneaks a look from the corner of her eyes, lobes moving to catch a reply... ...if he had one at all. M A R I B E  L