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Shadows, darkness and night, it was the perfect season and the blood was coursed through the many so warmly that it made the air buzz around a pair of cold blooded creatures. True that they didn’t really feast upon the blood of others, but they still enjoyed the scent and thickness of the liquid that escaped the wounds of those who fought and possibly lost against something. The mirrored duo weaved through the black trees of the forests, one passing before the other, one looking like the light of the spring. The other looking like a shadow of the winter’s harshest snow storms. Twin sets of black eyes watched each other, watching the movements, the turns and the curves, matching them nearly exactly.

Hoof over hoof, the pair broke from the trees in a rustling fury, both racing past bush and shrub, tails waving behind them, like light and shadow against alternating colored bodies. Both bore the mark of a rose upon their flanks gracing them as brothers, siblings and two sides of the same mirror. As the moon hung over head, as the pair came to a halt to glance toward the star littered sky with twin black eyes.

“Glorious night, huh, brother?” asked the stallion with a pelt as white as the snow and bore the black rose on his flank.

“Indeed it is.” Answered the stallion with a pelt as black as the shadows and bore the white rose upon his flank.

“Good enough to feast upon those of the living?” asked the white brother bearing a fangy grin.

“Brother, please, we had promised not to do that.” The black brother frowned looking quite serious.

“Whatever to my Kristopher from the old days.” The white brother huffed turning his head away from Kristopher.

“Nikolas, please, it’s no like the old days. Now come, the night is still young and we still have far to go.” Kristopher concluded stepping a head of his fuming brother.

Mountain loomed a head as they moved quickly, the sun would rise soon, though it didn’t hurt them. The brother sought to find a place where they could sleep away the day, or at least part of it. Caves were their ideas of homes, big ones with many tunnels were best, but that was their old home. Now they struck out to a new home… And maybe, just maybe a new life with more then just themselves…

Their pace had slowed as they cleared another stretch of trees and their dark eyes glanced around this space. Ears twitching at the sounds of the night, something else was about and it wasn't quiet. It was rather loud for a moment with a sing-song voice, clearly female. And a small one too from the sounds of it... Twin head looked at each other before turning in the direction to where they had last heard the young voice in the night.

"Shall we Brother?" asked Nikolas as he bared a fangy grin.

"Nikolas, Your not thinking, what I think your thinking." Kristopher frowned watching Nik levelly.

Nikolas rolled his eyes as he gave a light glare to his brother. Of course he might have been, but he wasn't about to let his brother know that. Then again the two pretty much knew what each other was thinking, feeling and what have you. Nikolas was the first to step in the direction to where they had heard the young voice, his brother rolling his eyes and following.

"Kris, I'm not. Shesh, lets just go." Nikolas huffed trying to urge his brother to move faster.

"If you say so," Kristopher muttered watching his brother carefully.

Picking up their pace once more, the twin leaped into the darkness, sifting through the trees like light and shadows. Coming to yet another halt they listened, trying to find where the young life was resting. From where they were, they could hear the soft sounds of breathing, that must have been it... Right? One motioning in the direction of the sound, the other followed closely, slowly, eyes and ears alert. Coming to the tree light they spotted something out in the open. But what it was they weren't sure, for now the brothers remained hidden in the trees, watching the small shape carefully...