sometimes all you have are your lies

   Twilight. it was the prime element for the dark stag in ways both poetic and practical; practical, for his coat was too true-dark to blend well with the night shadows, as surprising as it was, and it was poetic in that the world became as grey as himself, a synchronization that never failed to settle the nerves of the raven. It was the critical point balancing night and day perfectly, when things that dwelt in the dark clashed with those that roamed in the light. It was the passing of the torch from one celestial entity to another, and the world paid it heed. It was also the most dangerous time of the day for the unwary.

   One never knew what watched from the dawning shadows.

   Old habits died hard, and they died hardest in the raven as he watched a blue mare with a mane of night sky roll in the autumn nightblooms, their fragrance released most beautifully as she crushed them beneath her bulk. So easily she destroyed things of beauty, he had to question whether she even gave thought to what she had done... but ah, he knew better. Most did not reflect on things as he did, he would be honestly surprised if she had truly given it consideration. He remained a statue in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and shielded by the foliage, watching from but a short distance away. He knew not why he felt the urge to approach, perhaps it was to solidify himself as 'Vasher' within this Court, perhaps it was loneliness, perhaps it was boredom, or perhaps (and most likely) it was none of the above. Finally, he shifted, stepping forward and purposefully placing his hoof upon a small twig to break the silence and announce his arrival as he approached, crowned skull bowing in acknowledgement.

   "A beautiful evening, be it not?" His words rolled lyrical and empty from his dark lips, his face very well carved of onyx for all the emotion it showed. It truly was a beautiful transition to night; in truth it was why he had left the walls of the Night Court, to breathe in the star-filled sky and wallow in the grief in his heart... but it seemed fate would not let the raven mourn just yet.

   "Mine name be Vasher, newly joined unto the Night Court." He bowed elegantly, a foreleg extended and the other curled to his breast, and when he rose he moved fully to stand at her side, an ear cocked towards her, his roman-carved head slightly turned towards her. "Might I inquire as to thine name?"

AMMON APOTHESIS