what a unique concept {open/brahm/requiem}

    The familiar sound of onyx coated pistons making contact with the Earth was the only sound the lass echoed. Her silent figure, almost looking like a flaming ghost, of sorts plodded along the lengthy path, going who knows where. Requiem was a wanderer, a child  of the bird you could say, yet she wielded no wings to take off. Shaking out her flaming tassles, the shadow she casted mimicked her every move, circling the mare's lazy bodice much like a shark as the sun went from one of her broad shoulders to the other in a simple bend from the path. And much like a shark indeed, the wafting scent of a new arrival drifted ever so sweetly towards the dark lass. 

    Her strides grew ever so closer to the sweet scent, the smell of something pure and innocent, beckoning her almost. Stopping dead in her tracks, the view of a golden equine filled her orbs. Was this the smell of the thing so pure, so innocent? From closer inspection, a second scent hit her, one that was oddly familiar. As her orbs zoomed in, she could make out a 'defect' in the other's party's wings. No, it can't be... And with a wide grin, the mare gave out a warning nicker, loud enough to touch only his ear and his alone. 

    And then she sprung. Like a wolf chasing deer, the girl's obsidian stilts carries her swiftly closer to the brute. Stopping at just the right time, she skidded to a halt, slightly bumping into his oblivious bulk. Shoving him ever so softly, her bright vocals rang out. "Hey Brahm! What are you doing all the way out here? No more birds to terrorize?" With a swift turn of her crown towards the direction Brahm's orbs originally were, Requiem stopped with all bubbly character. Aha, there you are... Turning her charcoal frame to the other pegasus, Requiem could make out the sight of yet another smaller creature. Tilting her head in curiosity, the mare decided she wouldn't go any nearer to the new equine or it's weird animal friend.

    The obsidian unicorn's lobes would swivel upon her cranium as she caught the first question, almost instantly wiping the curious smirk off of her velveteens. Regaining a sort of formal posture, the ebony figures muscles would quiver as a result to the comment. She had been in plenty of spars, some for the rush of the adrenaline and others for the fight of life. Stomping a single hind hoof in protest, her voice would quickly melt from her tongue, words ringing through the air. "Why, I've had my fair share of fights as I belong to no one but shadows." Her tone wasn't sweet, nor was it full of anger. Something bland, yet tasteful. 

    And with the next line of dialogue the other Pegasus dripped from her labias, which very much caught the lady off guard, Requiem gave some time to let the words settle in her mind. She must be out of her god damned mind... A small, poking voice spoke in the unicorn's own cranium. And another retaliated. There is a promise of safety. Maybe I should take it? And with a roll of her withers, Requiem's final answer seemed to peek out of her jaws rather than slip into the breeze. "Well, I suppose I could use the civilization. Might not be as bad as the other horses say, I just hope you know I'm not signing a pact to be a slave or anything. I'm capable of looking for my self." You might regret this.. and with a violent shake of her crest, the mare hoped to be-rid of the voices that spoke against this choice. With a small, unsure gleam in her hazel pools, the mare turned her attention back to the familiar dun stallion, reading his masculine face like a book.