.....greetings. my name is limitation and i am a 5 year old mare seeking residance in your realm. will i be able to find it here?.....

She asks, searching almost desperatly the steeds face in wait of a reply, hopefully to her of acceptance. He black eyes gleamed, almost silver in the moonlight and the tips of her black mane were silver too. although she was of the light side, her appearance fortold she was not. her black coat of velvetine fur and her black eyes made her look... almost evil, however her radiant beauty told a different story. The silver, visable throughout her changed her appearance entirely, from her muzzle to the tip of her mane. From the splatter through her coat to her eyes. Ever her tail and her hooves were silvery. Perhaps it was the moonlight, but she looked, almost ghostly, but she was not. It was just her feelings, all she knew and loved who were now mere ghosts. Spirits floating the world of the dead endlessly, searching for their finalplace of rest, hence her enterance here. She could no longer stay there, and perhaps you too will hear the true story of the mare, that is .l.i.m.i.t.a.t.i.o.n., however, for now, she had asked you a question, and she would greatly appreciate an answer.