.[A]s [T]ime [G]oes [O]n.

[Sarah]

Large pads of a pale hue gently placed themselves on the ground. Sarah, in her tiger form crawled through the snow. Her dark gray-ish stripes stuck out like a sore thumb. She lifted her square-ish shaped head toward the azure sky. As light blue as it could get with out any fluffy blemishes. As time went on everything has been different, supposedly.

She lifted her head higher, as high as her nape could reach. Changing to equine form, her muzzle was the attention grabber now. A large flake of geese flew above, none of them made even the slightest noise. She looked the opposite direction, and when she looked back, they were gone. She pondered on what they might have been thinking while passing her overhead. Pondering on her thoughts, Sarah started to accelerate forward into the cool snow that hit her pelt. Her head hung at whiter height while she tried to get the least amount of snow on her smooth pelt at possible. Flawn Mountains, they've changed so much over time.

[Yaaram_x]

Yaaram stalked silently towards the peak of one of the mountains found here. Optics kept a look out for any that would be of worth conversing with. Oh how long it had been since she had spoken a single word to another equine, living and dead, since her brutal death. That moment still haunted her in her mind every time she tried to sleep. It really wasn't good. But she didn't care it just made her feel even more evil every time she replayed the moment through her mind.

Thats when she saw it. In the corner of her eye she spotted a movement in the snow that covered the scene. She swivelled on her hind appendages to see where the creature was. To her suprise it was in the form of a large cat. What was it called....Oh yea a tiger. When she blinked again the tiger was gone and a equine stood there. Thats when she realised. The creature was a shape-shifting equine. She stood there for a moment in awe. She would much rather be a winged or horned or shape-shifting equine. Why did she have to be a living dead equine?

Blocking out her thoughts she made her way towards the newfound creature. She tossed her dial absent mindedly. Halting once more in the knee high snow she looked questioningly at the equine. Was the shape-shifter of light, neutral or dark? She really wanted to find out but she was worried what she would do if the equine proclaimed to be anything other than dark.

Greetings. Your calling?

[Sarah]

And then she asked me my name...


Sarah's petite phillars moved forward as she spotted another equine viewing her every move, or just about every move. When the equine approached her, she scanned the mares movements, as well as structure. She was taller, but the way she was, it was almost hard to see her. Not that Sarah couldn't see the Fae, but she had to really look. A living dead equine of course. Light or Dark? A question that haunts most creatures thoughts here in Sadona. You could never really tell, but then she spoke. Her voice sounded assertive, yet not too demanding. Sarah jumped at the question like a cheetah. "My name's Sarah." Her statement was clear, but her ords came out quickly. Just as quickly as her words had come, another question stirred in her small mind. "What's your name?" Her lyrics slid from her vocals like water down a river. This mare wasn't the same as most shifters, then again, she wasn't a shifter.


... so I asked her her's.