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Thought the process of putting imagination and plans into words. A combination of the Id, ego, and super-ego that made up the psychology framework to the cranial lobe, housed within thick skull of the raven temptress. At the moment id and ego were battling forth. One the uncoordinated instinctual trends and the second the organized realistic nature – neither wishing to relent their stance, but both correct in their beliefs, though which was more – impossible to guess. Gone from her sights had the lupine and equine mixed master, Vegas. Lost in his thoughts perhaps or simply wishing to avoid her even. The thoughts troubling and the urge to seek him out strong, but she had learned long ago, twas up to him when he wished to be found and not sooner. She would simply be left waiting till that time arrived. Already others had begun to filter back into the valley floor, Al and Starlight, old friends and allies, now family. There were new faces too and Moonlight was pleased for this, but still one lingered on the outskirts, forever present but never seeking the lime light as the others. She had known this to be his way for ages, but always had she found the act different than others of his sexual category. This was not to say he was found less appealing, perhaps in truth, it made him more so. She of course was thinking of the onyx beast, Battlecry. His name belying the sounds he oft gave, which was little, though she knew there was a time when name and voice rang true throughout a land and blood had been spilt. He’d never spoken of the era, but she saw the signs upon his body and soul, when one could grasp deep his sight to see within such a maze of emotion. Dawn had spread forth her fingers, casting light into all shadow dwelling locations of the dried landscape, summer and Ra ruled the roost here and not till Jack Frost arrived would Luna be given her full reign and the touch of chill reach her bones again. Truthfully the midnight femme could wait for that. The heat while harsh did ease come nightfall, usually, and while pest of air flew about, it was the ache of cold that lingered long after the sun had returned. Age no matter how flawless came with changes and usually involved pain. Neigh issued into the brightened day she approached the statuette of onyx. To not was to avoid and she had rarely been one to do such. Sorrow however present, pain however persistent, would not win this day. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Cresent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |