
I had adapted for the cold - my coat had kept it's healthy sheen but grown long and shaggy, ears no longer bit by the frost. I had forgotten my previous life, and would often wander by the cave, peering into it's depths but never going in more than with my nose. The foreboding feeling kept me out, but ever so barely did it do so.
Today, today I had placed my whole head and a hoof inside and was stepping in a bit more when I heard a male voice - scratchy and commanding. I shivered and backed out, looking behind me, thinking it was Offspring or Brynmor "yelling" at me for my curiousity. I didn't see anybody, so I wandered along the edge towards the entrance into the Tundra's borders.
it had been a while, but eventually I caught, at the very corner of my eye, a equine figure, black and mutilated. My breath caught as I realized that, apparently, this was not the secretive hideaway I had hoped for - my past had still come for me yet again.
Raelnyx.. Hello. Bit of a surprise, aren't you. I speak out, calmly, lightly, yet also monotonically. I hadn't even bothered to make a question of my last sentence in my reply. How sad of me, had I grown so indifferent, so cold just like the ice walls around us? I didn't bother asking. But I knew the answer, and it was yes.
I slowly, gracefully, walked over to the mutilated, greying stallion - we had both grown older, indeed. Can't you see, this is home to me now? I query, eyes indifferent and emotionless. His influence on me had come out within these montone, icy walls, it had indeed. But then my dam's dominance and determination had left its mark on my persona as well.
G'REN
I am the moon, I am the starless sky