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[Tenebris]

He watches the night pass with a lazy interest, sapphire eyes often roaming over the rolling grass of the field. He is in a space between wakefulness and sleep, a mystical area filled with dreams of cotton skies and cherry meadows dotted with petals dipped in gold. He is quickly pulled from his dream world when she approaches him, a dunskin mare with eyes black as pitch. She holds his curious gaze for a moment before finding her own place amongst the evergreens.

While Tenebris is completely aware of her presence he allows her image to go unnoticed for quite some time as she becomes situated. It is not until the mare speaks that the stallion turns his dark head to her, dark tresses tossed unto the ivory splotches of his face.

"New here?"

Her voice is quiet as though she is aware of the sleeping creatures around them. He is curious as to whom exactly the mare was and whether or not she too was new here.

"That I am,"

His voice is the rocks that make the river bed, and yet it is the water that smooths them. His words hold a curious tilt as he watches her, gaze empty yet so full.

"And yourself?"

Tenebris offers the question softly, satellites flicking to catch the small noises in the ink splotched night. He falls silent once more as he awaits the others reply. While he has not offered up a name she has yet to ask, so he sits in a contempt anonymity