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Nyx

Golden sun colored nares quivered delicately, drawing in the smooth zephyrs that were flowing through the misty, frozen forest. Bright, golden pools were gazing around the icy landscape, searching for movement while twin onyx auds with gold edges twisted slowly to and fro, gathering up what little noise drifted through the dense conifers. A deep vibration rumbled through the vixen's core and she grimaced. She was feeling the late signs of hunger and it was beginning to get a sharp edge to it. She needed to find something to satisfy her hunger, and soon. Her tongue flitted over the now fully lengthened and almost deadly sharp canines that barely fit in her maw. She was, quite proud of them actually, and often she let them poke out of her maw, glinting viciously in the winter sunlight. For the first time, Nyx was truly alone. Not just in the fact that her primary senses couldn't detect any life in this section of the forest, but also because she was now of age. She had left her dam and was never to return to her side. She was on her own, and for this she was grateful. She needed her freedom. She began blinking very rapidly and suddenly, noticed a brighter orb of light among the mist. As always, it was enticing to the young vix and curiously, she moved through the forest, taking care to keep quiet, toward the unknown source of light. As she grew closer, a form appeared before her, and slowly it engulfed the glowing orb, holding it within its caverns like a cage holding a bird. She could the life force within the creature before her. Her stomach rumbled again, and this time she knew it would be auditable to others.

The creature was a young doe, this years offspring and it was still too dumb to realize the danger. Though most equine were vegetarian, Nyx was omnivorous. Whatever she could swallow would do, green or bloody, it didn't matter. Pools narrowed, auds pressed down against her nape as she crept closer. The doe was nibbling away on the spindly limbs of a bush that was nearly bare from winters harsh grasp. Only a few sparse leaves covered its branches. It was enough to distract the starving deer. I'll just be putting her out of her misery. Gathering her haunches, she lunged toward her prey, and before the doe could even squeal in surprise, her jaws were already grasping the doe's neck, her canines piercing the main vein. She began to gulp it down greedily, feeling the warmth seep into her, giving her own bodice life as she drained it away from her prey. The doe didn't even have time to struggle, she was drained dry in moments, and her gaze quickly clouded over. Nyx gave her soul proper respect before gorging herself on the flesh, which still dripped some of the lingering blood. She was careful not to get herself too bloody, she needed to look good where she was going. It wasn't long before she had eaten her fill, which surprisingly left hardly any scraps for the scavengers. The doe had been small, quite small, and it had been very scrawny. She notice a strange look to the doe's hind limb and realized, she'd been lame. No wonder she was starving, she wouldn't have lasted maybe another day or so. She looked down at her leftovers, and gazed around, hoping to see the doe's life force still lingering. She couldn't see it but she knew she had provided a mercy killing, and the doe had given her strength. With that, she turned to leave this area and continue on her route.

Though Nyx knew who she was, well, who she was since birth, she knew there was something being held back from her. Deep within, was her history, not yet ready to come forth and reveal itself. But soon, she would remember all of her past, all of her past lives, her past lovers, and children. Her past battles, and enemies. Soon, all would be revealed. However long that would take, was the mystery. She just needed the right push, words, voice, something to spark her memory and everything would come back. This was why she was traveling to the meadows, she knew someone would come along, possibly to claim her, and perhaps, they would know her secret. Her breath misted out as she moved, silent as a ghost. Her golden limbs plowed through the snow, numb to the cold and steady. Though she couldn't see the ground hidden beneath the white fluff, she seemed to know exactly where to place her hooves, as if, she had traveled this path before. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she felt that this was a part of that secret box within her mind, the one she couldn't figure out how to open. She lifted her dome as she entered the meadows. Though covered in snow, frozen from winter's breath, the meadows were actually stunning. She inhaled deeply, testing the zephyrs for scent. She hoped not to wait for long.

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Conbrio

Wisps of mist trailed over the frosted ground, lending an air of mysticism to the already ethereal atmosphere. Snow covered the land and with it came silence, tenderly muffling all sounds with soft sternness. Difficult to discern from the white water crystals stood a young stallion, his chestnut spots delicately hidden from view by a thin layer of snow, indicating that the hellion had not moved since the last snowfall which had been over two hours ago. Bright topaz green eyes were affixed upon a tangle of twigs hidden discretely among the sturdy green foliage of an evergreen pine tree. He had just been on his way back home when he had discovered the interesting structure but he was lost in thought now. It had taken him only a few minutes to identify it as some sort of nest, but the occupant was another matter. Carrying with him in his mind was a vast knowledge of all sorts of things from conversations that he had when he was only a couple months old, to the detailed analysis of an aspen leaf. This nest however was no where to be found in his databank and furrowing his brows he tried to drag the information out of his uncooperative brain. Huffing the appaloosa frowned, it was all too likely that he had seen this kind of nest before, but had never given it any fraction of his brainpower, making it nonexistent in his mind. Stubbornly refusing to move until he had solved the mystery, Conbrio was saved by the arrival of the morning sun that coaxed out the sleeping occupant.

First there was the slow rustle of a creature just waking up and mentally preparing for the day. A flash of scarlet and the happy whistling of a bird was all that Brio needed to identify the nest and its tenant and was rewarded by the sight of a cardinal flying out to perch contentedly on a branch nearest to the sun. Satisfied now that he could effectively identify the nests of the crimson bird, the hellion shook off the white powder that clung to his winter coat and carefully disengaged his striped hooves from the frozen ground. Flicking his long, creamy chestnut tail the Altus stag broke the crust on the snow that interfered with his path before inhaling deeply, sorting through the scents that passed through his nares.

The metallic tang of blood mixed with an equine's scent caused Brio's cranium to jerk up, harks flickering the hellion searched for the source of the scents. Moving more quickly now his eyes were full of concern and he hoped that nobody was hurt too badly. As he drew closer to the fragrance he found himself suddenly in an open meadow and though he was still focused on making sure that no one had been injured, he had to pause, his breath momentarily taken away at the stunning sight before him. Despite being devoid of life, the beauty of the meadow was undimmed, but he had no time to appreciate it. Spotting a filly on the other edge of the meadow, the young stallion walked quickly towards her, discretely looking to see if she was injured. "Hello there miss, good morning." A kind smile curved his kissers, soon followed by a slight look of confusion. There seemed to be no other equine in the area, so where did that smell of blood come from...? Clearly the fae was uninjured so Brio simply chalked it up to a wolf or some other predator making a kill. Nodding firmly to himself, he realized that he probably was acting a bit odd and he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I thought that I smelled blood and I just wanted to make sure that nobody was hurt, but you seem to be the only one around and you're quite clearly just fine. Perhaps even more than fine!" With an open and honest face, Conbrio was flirting in the only way he knew how, slipping in compliments with a bright tone that was easy to mistake for him just being a dork. "My name's Conbrio, but most just call me Brio, who are you?" Flicking his forelock out of his eyes he fixed his clear green eyes on the mare and waited happily with an air of optimistic patience.

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Nyx

The onyx and sun kissed vixen stood stock still in the snowy meadow. Lids closed over her golden pools and she inhaled slowly, deeply, taking in all the aromas around her. Auds swiveled atop her dome, slowly, making sure that no one would be capable of taking her by surprise. With her state of ease, her pools closed and sightless, she would not be able to detect the presence of any soul or souls if they decided approach her. The sun, though weak because of the season, warmed the dark areas of her pelt while the golden highlights in her tresses shimmered like freshly polished gold. The crescent moons upon her shoulders glowed gently, expressing her pleasure in the warmth she was experiencing. Auds pricked slightly, noticing the nearly inaudible sound of approaching treads. The snow was an excellent muffler of sounds, and it was very handy for a predator, but not so much for the prey. Pools opened slowly, and her nares quivered. The zephyrs were to her front, preventing her from detecting the aroma of the one approaching. Turning her dome slightly, she gazed behind her with one pool, spying the approaching stallion. His mottled pelt helped to blend him in with his background fairly well, like a leopard. Her pools traveled his flesh, examining him carefully. Every curve, every blemish, she noted every single detail of him. Searching but not, all at the same time; she was hoping something would strike her as familiar. However, nothing seemed to jump out at her. He was a stranger, completely, as unknown to her as everyone else she had met since her birth. She sighed heavily; it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her confidence in remembering.

The stallion seemed genuinely concerned by her presence; his gaze was intently searching her bodice, politely however, as if searching for something too. Puzzled she tilted her dome, gazing at him curiously as he approached closer to her. She stamped a hind flint and turned her bodice away from him, That’s close enough, her vocals were firm, but not unkind or unfriendly. She didn’t know this brute, or his intentions. Looks could be deceiving, and though his expression was open and friendly, she wasn’t going to let her guard down just yet. Her nares quivered, his scent flowed into them and she stored it in her memory. Though she didn’t know him yet, after today she would never forget him. Her auds flicked forward as he spoke. Hello Miss, good morning. She smiled softly, her enamels showed slightly while her canines flashed easily in the light. Good morning yourself, she paused, looking over his expression, noting the slight unease. Is there something wrong? Genuinely confused by his actions, she turned her dome this way and that, examining herself for something unusual. Despite her markings, beautiful markings in her opinion, she didn’t see anything that would cause such a reaction. That was when the realization hit her. She may have groomed well, cleansing herself from any blood from her meal earlier, but it wouldn’t completely mask the scent. Her suspicions were confirmed as he continued to speak to her. Sorry, I thought that I smelled blood and I just wanted to make sure that nobody was hurt, but you seem to be the only one around and you're quite clearly just fine. Perhaps even more than fine. She smiled softly, slightly embarrassed, and if it were possible to blush, her cheeks would have been rosy. I’m sorry for the mistake, no, I’m not injured, and no one else is. She laughed softly at his compliment, Thank you for the compliment, but I don’t think you would be so flirtatious if you actually knew me. She smiled broadly, clearly flashing her vampire like fangs. She was in no way trying to frighten the young stud, but she wanted to clearly indicate that she could be a deadly creature, not just another pretty face.

She listened as he introduced himself, being very polite, My name's Conbrio, but most just call me Brio, who are you? Unusual name, she had never heard of it before. As he tossed his forelock from his façade, she was able to see his pools, a vivid jade. She took a steady look at them, and the box within her memory seemed to crack open just a bit, flashing a memory at her of another equine with vivid green pools. She could only see their orbs, not their façade. She mentally shook the memory away. My name is Nyx, and most people just call me Nyx. She joked lightly and waited for his response.

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