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The night, it was the one time that the vibrantly purple unicorn found himself at peace. While he kept up the facade that he was defiant against his own mother, a batwalker named Neva. He wanted much to be as she was, but he knew not that consequences of his choices. For one, he didn't know how it was that someone gained a pelt of their own. This puzzled him to no end, it wasn't so easy to take the small pelt of a bat and make it into something he could wear... But it wasn't a bat he wanted to be. No, he had other plans. Purple eyes glanced up at the trees that lined the clearing where he stood, eyes stared back at him. Her again....

Mikhail let a rumble of a growl roll through his chest before he turned away from the owl that sat in the darkness. The accursed thing never let him be, he wanted freedom from the feathered creature, he just didn't know in what way to end its life. Tail flicking behind him, the stallion started walking away from the trees towards the center of the clearing. There the moon showered the earth with its silver glow, bathing it in its beauty. He would find if it beautiful if he were any other kind of stallion, but he was his mother's son. Brought up to kill, but to this time, he was toeing that invisible line between sides.

"Begone you feathered meal" Mikhail shouted as the black and purple feathered owl took flight over head to swoop at a passing mouse. Turning her head she looked at the unicorn with those oh so pale eyes. "You will be dead soon enough anyways" he muttered more to himself glancing around. Ears alert, he could sense that he wouldn't be alone this night, something else was out there. Something darker than even his own mother, something.. Predatory.

Ears flicked to listen for the sounds of others in the area, there didn't seem to be many, if any at this time. It was true that most animals slept at this time, but not even the breeze made the grass move. Turning around slightly, Mikhail glanced around, he hadn't noticed anything different about this place. It felt the same to him as any other clearing. Snorting to himself, he looked back at the owl that pulled pieces from the mouse she had caught. It was only when she lifted her head and swiveled it around looking at the tall grass did the stallion look around even closer.

With the scattering of feather, the small morsel still clutched in her talons, the owl took back to the air as something leaped its way towards his exposed back. Mikhail turned sharply out of the way of the on coming creature as its claws raked close to his tender skin. Skin he hated cause it tore so easily. Rearing up, he brought hooves down in his own defense, not scared of what had attacked him. Those purple eyes watched the cream and orange colored coyote as it remained close at hand. His ears twisted backwards against his head, what was this thing about? It was when the Coyote spoke did he bare teeth of his own.

"Stupid creature?" Mikhail almost laughed at the Coyote. "I came here to escape something that is called... Why am I telling you? I don't think I have to explain myself to someone like you."

Hackles raised, he pointed the horn towards the Coyote that spoke to him. Those eyes of his blazed with defiance, the same that he showed to the Batwalker Neva each time she wanted answers from him. He answered no one, not even his own questions. Pawing at the ground, he watched the coyote, taking in the richness of its fur and the way it held itself.

"How about shedding that illusion and showing what you really are." Mikhail said with more of a demand then anything else. "You're like the batwalker I know of as a mother, aren't you? Only you took the form of a dog."