Though it be night, I shall not be scared

[nevvy]

The sound of the breeze against the budding leaves was shrill through the course of the night. The trees in the distance gave the tinny whistle of danger approaching. Twilight had certainly passed and midnight was upon them. Tonight, there were no stars. A storm brewed in the distance, the coarse thunder a ruckus to those that felt sleep was necessary. The lightning that flashed was far away, but gaining strength and speed with every mile that it took in its grasp. It was coming. It wasn't huge or anything of the similar, but it was coming.

Black-bay figurine trampled the field that was her path to a new life. Ebony tendrils slapped against her skin as she three-beated across the prairie. Artemis did not care about being stealthy. She did not care if some vampiric equine was out there in the shadows, looking for those like her caught unawares in the thickets of the darkness. But here's the thing: She wasn't caught unaware. She knew they were out there. Cocky? Yes. Obnoxious? No. Twin peaks swiveled atop her cranium, listening for any noises, any creeps that might signal an incoming foe or ally. She was ready for the fight. She was ready for the war.

Anglo-Arabian vixen stopped her three-beat and went into a walk. Her tiara was held at a high position, her heart was beating a rhythm to walk to. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Would she meet the stalker of the nightfall? Or would this night be as boring as the next? Questions of those that drink the juices of the living flashed through her mind, but she dared not to call out. Let the poised show her the signs and hear the faint rustling of one close by. Let not the wanderer give tell of her position, thus a murderer lay in her midst.

[TheNeonShadow]

He had watched her. He'd caught her scent long before he'd seen her, but the ladies always interested him. She'd come his way for awhile, but he'd made no move lest he frighten the delicate flower away. When she came into a better view, he smiled. She was a lovely little thing. Of Arab descent like he. Yes, yes. She'd do nicely. He stayed silently in his spot. She really was coming straight for him, but she dropped suddenly to an even walk. Ahh, and now he would have no reason to spook her as he approached. She fit easily into his qualifications. He only needed a pretty face. He arched his neck as he stepped out to come into view.

Good evening, lovely. Such a dangerous time for you to roam.