It was that time once more; the moment when night and day meshed together to ready for their shifts, where those who ran the day traded places with the shadows of the night. It was truly a beautiful, yet dangerous moment for those who paid close attention to it, for one never knew what crawled around in the shadows, even when the moon and stars scattered across the sky as guardians for those looking for safety.
Nikita stood in her current spot, a clearing that sat near the base of the great mountains. Though she had never been up those stony stairs, she had always heard stories about them from her father, whom had many travels and adventures up them, and at one time even called them his home. During such tales she couldn’t help but wonder what other creatures and soq spent their time in the area, but that was no matter.
“Nothing that hangs around at night can be good, or at least the majority.”
The young mare gave a shiver at the thought of all the Skinwalkers and Kalona that would soon be awakening and starting their hunt. For now though, Nikita would just keep her attention toward the warm painted sky and let her mind wonder to thoughts of what would happen during her nightly travels.
"Though, I suppose a little danger always brings the greatest adventures..."
