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Twilight: the time of day where day and night meet and shake each other's hands before moving to a diifferent part of the earth. It coats the sky in a grey blue that tells some that sleep is approaching, while telling others their hunt is about to begin. A few owls are already up, groggily blinking the day's sleep out of their eyes and awakening their senses.

For Ritalin, twilight was a time when he could exploit the dying light and make himself look even more beautiful through contrast against the gray sky.The white stallion smirked at a passing thought of himself as a knight in shining white armor galloping across the lands to save his princess. He was beautiful enough to be a fairy tale, that was for sure. Electric blue eyes scanned where he was, if there was any life in this valley that he could talk to. All he saw were owls and other small animals, all staring at him. The animals always stared at him, but why wouldn't they? Surely they hadn;t seen one of his magnifecene before.

He let out a small sigh, looking up at the sky. "Such perfect conditions, yet no one sentient enough to even appreciate me. How lame." And he continued walking, a small part of him hoping to run into someone to admire him.

Casting his head in the direction of the sound of metal clinking against metal, Ritalin saw a dark spot with streaking lights beneath. Upon closer inspection, he made out a horse, a very dark horse. If the other horses feet didn't glow like that Ritalin would not have known that the horse even existet and would have missed an opportunity to feed his attention addiction.

The other horse had changed direction, Ritalin wondered if he was trying to skrit around him. If so, this other horse was rather unfortunate. Ritalin never passed up opportunities. With a shake of his mane to give himself the satisfaction of feeling his own lush locks fall softly against his face, Ritalin began to tail the horse with the glowing feet. He began at a steady canter, picking up momentum as he increased his pace. He rehearsed how the scene would paly out in his mind. He would casually run alongside this horse, who would see his extravagence and murmur words of envious adoration.

Upon coming close, Ritalin could tell from the Soquili's fram that it was a stallion, one with a vast amount of armor, beads, and hair. The glow, he saw, was not coming from his hooves but the feathering on his legs. So maybe this one wouldn't be envious, he thougt with a flicker of a small frown, but he would be bound to appreciate Riatlin's own beauty.

And now his paln came into play as he fell into the pace of the other stallion, a casual and carefree mask plastered to his face quite well, and he awaited for the other stallion to lavish him with attention.