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A familiar feel feels like static through the darkness as it coils and crackles about the black coat of the black creature, how it is familiar she does not know as seemingly lifeless eyes are quick to shift further into the darkness beyond the self-proclaimed princess. Another shadow that is light of color but dark of mind has approached and it brings a wild smirk upon the lips of Skraeling but for now silence will rule over her words as now is not the time for the joining of like cloth to like cloth. No, no such thing can be done without privacy of darkness that can only be shared by two creatures that have a connection to such shadow. Though this other creature is not made from the very shadows that plague the mind of the friesian creature, she is similar enough that even the shadows, through Skraeling's eyes, pull around her hooves with a heavy fondness, as if walking with an old alliance that has long since passed beyond time and history. It brings a feeling of strong comfort towards the shadow heathen, though she keeps such feelings to herself as even she finds disgust in her own comfort. Comfort is something not to be trusted, all she dares to trust is death for it is absolute and does not lie, so for now she will shatter her feeling of wordly comfort, choosing instead to feel content in her realm of decay as it speaks of death like an old friend. Never before has such a feeling embraced her so, in a world full of nothing but rot, something refreshing is a strange and welcomed sensation, but only because it's like a fresh batch of death that hasn't allowed time to stink it up with rot and decay. It's a beautiful picture, is it not?
It is upon approach of a familiar mind that the black creature shifts her voided gaze upon the dappled princess who has thus chosen to speak at this current point in time. Words are spun through the air but have little effect as it does not impress her but it does not disgust the creature all the same. In fact, the words of the self proclaimed princess cause a snort of a chuckle to cut sharply through the frozen air like a heated knife, it can only be described as cynical, a trait passed down from shadow damned Queen to an unwilling shadow sapling with similar deadly grace and abilities. "Small mindedness will not get your far, Princess. You do not understand purity the same way of which I do, as purity does not exist. Everything is tainted by someone, and everyone is tainted by something. Their own demons, of sorts." There is a bitter truth spoken through her words as it is she that is far from the realm of purity, a type worthy to be a hormonal driven stallion to mount a mare without her consent, she is of forceful nature if only to prove a point. Purity of breed, perhaps, is one thing to consider but purity of minds and souls are very often spoken of as myth and legend. "I assure you, Princess, that my shadows do not have a definition of pure heart, nature or soul, and thus, myself follows suit." In response, through her eyes, the shadows cackle wickedly like a hyena on the hunt, whipping through voids and planes to wrap around a princess out of her kingdom, taunting those that cannot see the world of torment and pain. Yet it is as if voided eyes come alive with swirls of shadow as black light flickers through her gaze, a very small hint of a world that has surrounded her very being since birth. This creature seems more the type to be a day walker, away from the eyes of shadowed beast, for her rules do not apply to the darkness of night.
Words are spoken in time for the familiar to stop amidst their presense, a golden tanned creature that does not speak so lightly as her coat portrays. A book of hardened times with a cover of light and hope, it is an interest contradiction but not one so uncommon that is remains shocking. It is then that the tanned heathen speaks, a tone of sarcasm just as potent as the bitter poison that had fallen off from Skraeling's mouth just moments prior. Kindred spirits in the most dark of ways, it is almost haunting how similar their souls seem to be in darkened hue. Yet neither smirk nor chuckle falls from her lips as her head tilts ever so slightly to the side to get a better view of this creature that calls herself Anath - the single leader of this small little guild. Perhaps strength can be found for the failing guild between two similarly strong minds, as even the shadows cast wary glances of a home they wish not to have, finding it frail and weak in it's supposedly daunting appearance. When the shadows choose to relax just a fraction she goes to speak, yet her lips don't even part before pointed words are angled towards the one authority that seems to exist in the well shadowed dimension of the Peak. Though acknowledgement is appreciated, it feels foreign to be spoken for, and it is a foreign feeling that does not sit well deep inside the mind of the shadowed heathen. "One can only move as fast as this dreadful world allows, distance travelled cannot be judged. Though your welcome is acknowledged and appreciated, perhaps you should learn to remember who can send you directly to these mongrels you speak of. Your crown holds no authority outside your chosen empire, I would be careful of what I dare to say." Her tone does not condesend, on the contrary, it is mere advice that has the option to be rejected, though such rejection would be foolish to do.
"Anath, straight forward though this will be I hope you'll take consideration." A grim sense falls through the tendrils that make up the night, the trembling of the air almost physically felt as eyes once sparked with the life of a world of death goes back to a solid and deadly gleam, an assassin's gaze. "It seems as though your name lacks respect that it should rightly deserve. Let me assure you that I will have no such lack of respect." Words taper to a point, just as they always have done. There is intent to become one of the strong leaders to help run the Peak, but not before she gives her respects to the one that actually holds such a title. She does not "kiss ass" as it gains favor in the worst of ways, no, she speaks only the truth and does not hide who she truly is, who she wishes she wouldn't be. She is a strong fighter, and a cunning shadow, she will take lead before another can step up to the task that is not a creature of power already. No, Skraeling has plans for this place but she will not do a thing without Anath to help, side by side, not one above the other. That is Skraeling, it is her purpose and the urge from deep inside her soul. Her line is not the type to be subordinate, her family heritage speaks of great leaders that were feared by those outside looking in for a quick steal or fight, only to see how strong the ties of shadows truly can be.
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