.:The Moon is out:.

[moonwind]

There was a Moon
Flying through the sky,
It was following something
And it was I.

A fair maiden robed in black waltzed out of the dark shadowed alley, her onyx orbs flinting from place to place, even though there was nothing really to see. Tall, gray buildings crumbled around her, edging the damp, dark ruined asphalt streets. The twinkling points of light called stars were extremly visble at this hour called midnight. The full moon was bright as the sun in the sky. Along with the pinpoints of light, the Moon made the demolished city bright as with sunight, only better. The Moon's light was far better then any sunny day. Moonlight had a specail feel about it, either you could hide from it or thrive in, as she did. Her heart long ago went frozen, colder than ice. If only one key to open would find her.. Who ever it was. The maiden called Moon Wind, draped in black, with only marking a full moon on her rump, walked, no she looked more like she was floating over the overgrown sidewalks, weeds of every kind once known to man covering them. She slowly lowered her head into the kinder looking grasses, munching softly on the pale blades that glimmered with the late night dew.


{{OOC: sorry its short, Im short on time.}}

[bee]

As a leader, Capello had a sad herd. Three vixens, no stags, no spawn. It filled his warm heart with sorrow when he saw the empty Rua. But it was comforting with Libby around. He really did enjoy her company. He hadn't seen Mayuma in a while, and was uncertain whether or not she had moved on to another terrain. Gra'dh always seemed a little.. strange to him. Like something wasn't quite right. But he cursed his silly instincts and ignored it, making friends with her as best he could.

It was in the wee hours, quite close to midnight. The night was quiet, the occasional bird chirping as usual. The claiming land wasn't that beautiful a place, but it was perfect for the simple use of terra leaders coming to claim other creatures in New York. Capello galloped across towards the land, his lean legs and dull, worn hooves pounding against the plain earth. Tufts of dry, bristley grass grew next to old style red clay brick buildings, but lush, delicious grass grew in large patches beside the road.

Midnight shaded the dark corners of the Manhattan claim, and in the dark state of the land, Capello could hardly spot the onyx femme grazing quietly in the damp, moist green grass. It was a good meal after a long day, and the brute edged towards a visible patch. He jumped when he realized the other creature's presence. He lifted his large, long head and looked at her for a minute. His nostrils told him that she was female, a vix, and he could clearly see her horn.

"Hello, femme. I am Capello. What is your calling?" He asked softly, his voice smooth as music. It was genuine, not fake.

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[moonwind]

Sweet Dreams

The maiden continued to eat on the shorter blades which were only to her knees, the tallest were above her head at full height, which wasn't very tall at all. The stars above in the black heavens steadily grew brighter as true midnight drew closer. The full Moon shone bright as ever. But then, the birds soft calls grew more often, until she heard what their cries were about. Hooves, galloping in the distance, pretty loud by the sound. Probably a brute, a large clumsy one at that, by the sound of it.The vix had a slight distaste for stallions for many had treated her quiet badly, helping freeze her heart around the edges growing inward steadily as the Moons past. She lifted her head feeling the breeze that blew from the direction of the horse. Yep, a brute all right, and unicorn too no less. Wonder how long he would last. Over her time in the world by herself, she had gained a sharp tounge, sharp as her horn. Many a male kept a wide distance between him and her when they learned who she was, would he do the same? The minx shure hoped so, she liked the quiet of the night, not the loud pounding of hooves of unicorn galloping. She put down her head to graze some more in the wait of the newcomer.
He soon aproached her, and he was a he, a tall proud one no less, his white coat gleaming in the moonlight. So I'm not the only pretty wander of the night. And was she right, the stag was a handsome speicmone, a true sight among darker, not so lovley beings. Stoping his mad gallop at least 50 yards away, he slowly came to her speaking his name, Capello and asking for hers, in a sweet, genuine voice. She rose her delicate head, looking at him as he spoke. Well if he instists...
Well hello there.Her voice was sweet as honey, but colder than winter.Well if you really want to know mine, its Moon Wind.She gave him one last look over with her eyes, then set her head back down to graze. But she was still listening. For him to run way, like every one else.