Our love starts to burn like the night for it's candle ;;

He had been quietly watching her through his Citrine, seeing the two who were going to be new herd mares. He smiles, pleased and proud of her effort to get the two to follow, and so he waited eagerly for her. He knew she was thinking about his Citrine as well, and so he stops, letting her arrive in the Lakes before he suddenly was to appear before her. He wondered if he annoyed people by knowing everything all the time- and because he always seemed to be there. But alas, it was his job, and the job being to difficult he was not about to slack off. And so her eyes became his, and he watched the world as it moved around her. He did not pry into her mind, for he found that rude, and he had a high respect for his Queen. And so as he watched the world through her eyes, his young son tottered beside him, trying to observe the world from every angle.

Donegal yanked himself free from the broken parchment picture, watching his black painted son with pride. Already fangs began to peer from his top gums, fangs so sharp and deadly you could see them from a mile away. It was the way he clung to the shadows that made it obvious something was wrong- and the gem that perched on his chest, a light gem, was gradually burning a spreading scar into his cavity. The first day he had noticed how it seemed soft and tender, but now, it was a ragged and ugly scar that was growing. The child did not seem to notice it, and in return Donegal ignored the way he fed. He did not graze upon the grass, like others did, instead attack every small animal that passed him by and drink its blood. Donegal closed his eyes, turned his skull, willed for it not to be this way. He did not want his son to be a cannibal. He did not want him to hurt others.

He could not change his life, though, and no matter the defects he was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He thought about teleporting, but he knew he needed something to cool him off. A walk would definitely do, and so as the pair marched through the bushes he felt his tension easing. He emerges from the debris to see his Queen and another mare; one who he quickly found to be named Anaxandra. With a warm smile he takes a step forward to stand beside his Queen, Ankou wandering towards her and watching her curiously. He had never met a woman before. Donegal smiles, and glances back at the new arrival. “Greetings, Arianah and Anaxandra. It is so nice to here that North will once again be thriving.” He turns to the dappled mare, a smile enveloping his face. “I trust you will enjoy your life here.”