04-19-2015, 03:52 PM
Her dark silhouette is scarcely visible against the midnight sky, the shadows cast over the land. Her pelt is as dark as the sky, as though it has been silk dyed in the midnight abyss of an onyx pool. Afire Atnight is but a hazy image against the night sky; the star on her forehead is the only beacon in an ocean of darkness.
Her amber eyes flicker as she gazes around her surroundings casually. She's always been an aloof little mare, distant and somewhat stoic to everything she meets. However, she has always loved the stars, and she gazes up to the heavens. The stars flicker like fireflies, and she takes a brief moment to observe them before she lowers her head again.
Off her hooves went, continuing their solitary, endless journey. The young midnight wanderer continues on her way, going nowhere in particular. She's like a shark in that way; she has to continue moving. She's never been comfortable staying in one place. After the betrayal of her last herd, after her wrongful incrimination and eviction, she's lost trust in everyone, and has relied solely on herself.
She's not sure what she'll do should someone approach her, though. She's been alone for so long that she's not sure she even remembers how to socialize. Not that she was ever good at it anyways. Afire halts and gazes over her shoulder, her amber orbs burning into darkness, before she continues to move forward again, her muscles rippling fluidly beneath the midnight silk of her coat.
Her amber eyes flicker as she gazes around her surroundings casually. She's always been an aloof little mare, distant and somewhat stoic to everything she meets. However, she has always loved the stars, and she gazes up to the heavens. The stars flicker like fireflies, and she takes a brief moment to observe them before she lowers her head again.
Off her hooves went, continuing their solitary, endless journey. The young midnight wanderer continues on her way, going nowhere in particular. She's like a shark in that way; she has to continue moving. She's never been comfortable staying in one place. After the betrayal of her last herd, after her wrongful incrimination and eviction, she's lost trust in everyone, and has relied solely on herself.
She's not sure what she'll do should someone approach her, though. She's been alone for so long that she's not sure she even remembers how to socialize. Not that she was ever good at it anyways. Afire halts and gazes over her shoulder, her amber orbs burning into darkness, before she continues to move forward again, her muscles rippling fluidly beneath the midnight silk of her coat.