{-A Ghost in the Snow-}---Neutral

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Ghosty Memoirs

Will-o-whisps of snow was cast around with the force of the icy breeze. It was almost like the zepher was playing with the delicate flakes, causing them to start a graceful dance. Something else was seen among the falling crisps of white. A lone figure, moving with slow ease and grace. Blending with the world of harsh white. A mare, alone in this world. Yet not lonely. Her glossy coat with its soft dappled of grey across her white canvas. The mare came off as naught but a ghost and was nothing more then a memory for she vacated a position quicker then she filled it. She herself was like a will-o-whisp, constanly moving, each accurate stride graced with beauty and grace. It was as if she were playing almost. Indeed that is what the dappled grey maiden was doing, for never in her years had she seen the glories of snow. Nor had she known its harshness yet this was non present. Only the beauty and the fun of the powder did she find. Her tassles and banner hung dark and damp from the snow which had melted with her skins warmth. Flowing three-beat ensured her body's heat. So she was free to muck around as much as she wanted. And much around she did....looking nothing more then a mysterious memory, a beautiful ghost

[Zee]

Lo' fae.
A lone voice spoke as a stag of purest ebony black stepped from the land of ghostly white. Ebon banners swayed about his nape, hocks landed flawlessly on the crisp ice covered earth. A scar echoed across his left eye, making him seen darker yet, and still, he was not. A neutral by heart, head and body, never truly bad yet straying too far from good to be of any real use to the lights. Only his heart, as ebony black as his bodice, showed how he really felt. His maw, expressionless, his stride never faultering as he stepped towards the fae, and aura of command surrounding him, but an aura not directed towards the fae in particular.
Or should that be Lo' ghost.
He questioned, obserbing her winter coloured coat, beautiful yet seemingly so delicate, he dared not touch, not disturb her, for fear or destroying this ghost, this memory.

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The minx movements faulted as the hsadow of the stallion emerged. Cold stance was taken as animation ceased. It was as if she had been carved out of the surrounding ice. Cool blue optics boared into him and the snow continued to fall. Shudder wreaked her bodice as the cold from the falling flakes absorbed into her skin. She had not felt the coldness of the snow before because of her movements but now it sliced through warmth. Shaking herself, the minx glanced at him again when he spoke again, about her being a ghost
'Lo to you stallion
optics travelled over the scar across the eye of the titan as cool yet smooth lyrics flowed forth from her maw. They were sweet and delicate, a gift from her mother. Yet there was a cold edge to them as well. Another shudder from the cold as the flakes littered her body. The dove snorted and a fine cloud mist appeared before her mug

[Zee]

"I take it you are here to seek company..."
Calm words echoed forth.

[[Definatly not finished. I'll finish this post later, right now I have to go blah]]