At the crossing of the ways she stood, a grey shadow caught between a world of permanent dusk and a world of colorful nature. She had a choice....a choice of worlds....Should she choose the world where she would blend in? Where she'd never be noticed as different?
Or should she be the lone shadow in a world of color? Where she could stand out or hide as she pleased?
That last appealed to her... She wanted others to know who she was, wanted them to f e a r her, but only a little. She wanted to be a wild card....
Lips twitched, the faint shadow of a smile upon a face that seemed to be created of shadows.
Black hooves stepped into the world of color and she smirked softly as the world seemed a little darker just from her presence. She would be the ghost of this world.
She would haunt the earth.