Vashar23

Ominous gatherings Hoofsteps reverberated in the cold and still air of the dark forest. It was nighttime. The half moon shined in the deep blue sky, as if Luna was casting a dispassionate gaze on the world below. The stars formed her new flowing mane and tail, the sign of her regained godhood. The lonely hooded figure look at the nightly shroud upon her. Her people was fearful of the stars, they bore omens of misfortune and forbidden secrets. Yet she couldn't help but to appreciate the dark alicorn work, she could orchestrate the light of the stars and the hues of the sky to create a celestial painting worthy of the most visionary of artis