A .S.n.e.a.k. in the Dark (Diamond Ray)

[..Dream†Weaver..]

I guess in some ways, you could say I was more light than dark, but in others, I was more dark than light. So neutral suited me. But the lights still tugged at my heartstrings, being my first ever alliance, and the alliance I used to rule over when I resided in another terrain. Prince of Love was my best friend, my King, who helped me rise to the top, as I elevated to the Supreme Queen of all alliances. Then I left and traveled into the darks, the thestrals and back again, and now to the neutrals. I was often attempted to be slain as a dark, and that had led to me becoming Thestral-immortal, uncaring and killing for the pleasure of it. But, my sibling, Distemper-may he rest in piece, brought me back to the dark side alongside he. I guess that I enjoyed residing with the lights the most, and that's what led to me feeling so strongly for their side.

My scythes fell so softly on the terrain, mute in their movements, so not even the keenest of listeners could pick up my sound of travel. My dial held low, parallel with my chest, I blended in with the background, for it was chocolate sodden covered in ashen, convinently my colors. My limbs moved slowely, preventing them from blurring into the background and making me able to be spotted easier. I moved with an ease, carried to the spot I presumed the Light Lady would be held at. I stood behind a jumble of cinnimon hued stones, my sapphire pools scanning my surroundings, looking for the lady, hoping she would be able to spot me.

(this is what I'm referencing from xD)

[Tomahawk]

[o o c] I see what your tryin to do dahlin, but it can't be that accurate as for blending and some sound has to be made. Seriously. But anywho!

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Strides were leisurely, not rushing to meet the intruder she knew was here. The scent on the wind was her first cue, that was the only thing that had triggered her from the light nap she was taking. A familiar scent on the wind, Dream Weaver, neutral lady. So she let Sin sleep and didn't alert the rest, they didn't need to be here, things worked better without as much testosterone. Snorting she turned to look behind her, seeing no flash of small dark chocolate following her. It wasn't like he was clingy, only too curious and adventurous for his own good. She snorted, daggers crashing to the ground noisily, following the scent. She didn't quite care how much noise she made, for if the neutral vix ran, it just showed how cowardly she truly was. Wouldn't that make Tomahawk's day.

On top of all the neutral scent(smelling close to dark actually) Was the aroma of labor, the same one that clung to her. A snort left her. She had just given birth as well. Goody goody, two mares in terrific moods. Wouldn't this be lovely? Ah watch yourself love, you told yourself it would be better without the bagged testosterone that surrounded you. The only true decency she could rely on was in Morgra, nice femme, reliable fighter. But then there were all the males that bickered constantly. The neutral wench that was quite like herself seemed a bit more intriuging than the brutes at the moment.

Her pistons ceased movement, scanning the slope and seeing a flicker of movement. A brow lofted as she examined the painted vix moving through the rock and snow. Trying camoflague eh? Wonderful shot love. So pet, ready to talk? Better be bytch, you don't have much of a choice...

Three beated pace is achieved, flints crashing to the rock as her strides vaccumed the earth beneath her. Snorting as she veered in front of the painted wench, taking a good look her before letting lyrical venom spill, a slight mellowness was lacing her voice.

Still trying to get her love? Why do you care, want her all for yourself? We can think about sharing you know.

Her banner lashed at her golden hide. Tomahawk was in no mood to make another attack, complete unwillingness for an unneeded fight, thats all. Talking would be more sensible, simpler than tearing each other to d**n ribbons.

You know she won't be here forever, we'll eventually find something far more interesting.

[morgra]

ooc; mmkay, I have NO muse for Ray, Slay, or Morgra. BUT tomorrow I will devote my ENTIRE muse to replying to this thread. I totally forgot about it! I'm sorry luvs.

[..Dream†Weaver..]

|oOc|
mkay, its alright, reply as soon as you can