It was hitting just about twilight after a rather warm day. The sun slowly sinking below the surface the last few rays clinging to the land as the moons gentle luminescence shimmered into existence across from it. The sounds of day had dwindled to naught as slowly the darker more mysterious sounds of night slipped to life. There was the soft hooting of owls and the gentle chips of crickets, the occasional snap of a twig from a night time creature. As the last rays of the sun slipped below the backdrop of the earth a breeze seemed to pick up dancing through the tree tops and making them sway. Slowly the moon flowers began to open their pretty little faces. The white flowers almost seeming to glow in the soft lighting of the meadow which lay tucked away near the base of rocky cliffs and in the shadow of tall trees. It was the perfect backdrop for the creature that slipped between the almost shoulder height grass. One might have missed the passing beauty had it not been for the metal of his earrings that caught in the light or the way the swirls on his tail seemed to light up as they caught the moon's glow.
Rolaiin had never been a big fan of the hot days, as his coat was mostly black leaving him sucking up heat rather easily. No, he was much more a dusk time creature enjoying the softer light that didn't try to burn him to a crisp. He was walking slowly through the flowers careful not to make a sound, his ears laid against his head in contentment.
This was his domain, it was his time to shine. He was the best, and he knew it. He wasn't the least bit afraid to tell someone how beautiful he knew he was, or how great he was. In his strikingly blue eyes there wasn't a thing he could do wrong. The little ghost of a Jokoa nearly floated through the flowers on his high. Could anything bring him down?

