Long slender neck extended over the edge of the black stone cliffs. Dark, glossy eyes peering down at the violent black sea as it crashed forcefully against the jagged rocks far below. An unforunate fate it would be to fall and impale oneself on a sharp rock before proceeding to drown in the violent current of the sea so the grey-hued mare took a casual step back away from the deadly cliff edge. With a slight toss of her dial to cast the hair that had fallen in her face aside she turned and wandered off in no direction in particular. The emptiness and solitude of the cliffs was what attracted her to this place, like vultures to a rotting corpse she found herself wanting to come to what would seem such a dull and un-interesting place to most. The cliffs were harsh and jet black in colour, the whole area virtually deserted. No one around to bother and annoy her, and in particular no mares. The wretched beasts would be after her, plotting against her if they were here. She didn't trust them, not in the slightest, and paranoia often over-whelmed her in their presence so it was best to keep away.

Life was dull these days and more often than not she found herself wandering around aimlessly with bugger all to do. There was little grass around and what she could see of it was often short, sparse and not particularly great tasting so grazing wasn't really much of an option to reduce boredom. The weather atop the cliffs was far worse than in the more sheltered, lower parts of the island and even in those places it wasn't great. Violent winds battered against the few trees that stood on the cliff edges, the air almost unbearably cold. Ice clung to the branches of trees and every other available space like a limpet to a rock. It was winter and cold weather was undoubtedly expected, but it was unlikely that many expected such violent, troublesome weather. The cold harsh wind nipped violently at her pelt as she stood still atop the cliffs, neither thinking or doing anything in particular. Well the latter was true, but she was in fact thinking. Thinking about the creep of a mare she'd bumped into not far away from here. Well she hadn't literally bumped into her, that would be just plain stupid but she had seen her and the mare had undoubtedly given her a funny look. Probably waiting to attack her, they all seemed to be waiting to attack her. Glancing around, paranoid, she made herself check that she hadn't followed her here, waiting to push her over the cliff edge and watch her plummet to her death.

Paranoia began to slow seep its way into her senses; blocking out most of the rational part of her brain. Automatically her muscles tensed. Coiled like a spring ready to dart out of danger at any second the uneasy feeling of being watched fell upon her. It was one of those mares back to kill her. It was bound to be. The coniving minx would no doubt ram at her, sending her flailing body hurtling over the cliff edge and down onto rocks below. Instinctively she took a hasty step backwards away from the sheer drop. The rational part of her brain was tryin desperately to tell her she was being a complete and utter idiot. Unfortunately it was drowned out by the rest of her mind. Glancing from left to right warily she spotted an unusual shape out of the corner of her dark-hued eyes. Instantly she panicked, eyes wide as she tried to make out what it was without looking directly over there. It was no used however and slowly she craned her neck round to look at the shape of another equine.

Eyes widened in alarm, body instinctively turning to face the palomino equine. She was ready to turn and run when she realised that this wasn't in fact a mare waiting to send her hurtling over a cliff to her death but in fact a stallion. Relaxing almost instantly her gaze wandered briefly over his palomino frame. He seemed harmless enough, and unlike around mares there wasn't a part of her brain that instantly told her to fear him. She was still a little unsure of how to talk to talk to other equines of either gender however and grew uncertain as to whether she should approach the mutt or not. A barely audible sigh escaped her lips as she decided she might as well, it was better than standing here gaping at him and looking like a complete and utter lunatic. Slowly she strolled, in what she thought to be a casual manner, over to the mutt. Coming to hault by his side, taking care not to stand too close, she racked her brain for something normal to say. Hi would probably be a good way to start. "Um.. Hi." Smooth. Her voice was soft with a silky undertone, her words sounding rather confident and prominant for someone who lacked both. However anyone who payed enough attention could probably detect the hint of nervousness that lay underneath.

She realised she probably looked rather stupid in comparison to such an ordinary looking palomino stallion. Her appearance being anything but ordinary. She was a dark grey-blue in colour which would be fairly normal in itself if it weren't for the numerous splashes of white in odd shapes that decorated her pelt and the fact that the grey merged into a lighter shade on her stomach with a pattern that looked like paint running down her side. Her hind quarters were adorn with a large white cross, her fore with a small white skull, her favourite of all the splashes of colour. The unusualness of her colouring didn't stop there however, her stomach bore numerous small white spots and her dark-hued eyes were outlined in thick white that came to a point at the corner. It fitted her perfectly. An odd appearence for an odd mare.

It was grew slightly awkward, almost uncomfortable, standing next to the mutt in silence. She knew it had only been mere seconds since she'd said something but being someone who wasn't used to having any form of conversation whatsoever it seemed like a life time had passed. To keep the irrational part of her mind from taking over she allowed herself to think of other things. Gaze wandered leisurely over the stallion's frame, observing him from a closer perspective. She'd like to say he was as unusually marked as her but unfortunately as she'd already noticed that wasn't the case. He was palomino and that was all there was to it. Never the less it didn't particularly matter in the slightest but only made her look less... Odd. Well so far she had done well to keep from appearing completely insane and the appearence of the stallion had distracted her from the state of paranoia she'd managed to get herself into. She felt slightly safer in the company of the stallion, her mind telling her the mares would have a harder time attacking her with him here. Or at least that's what she told herself.

Moments later the stallion opened his mouth, uttering a rather casual reply to her greeting. Her lips tweeked upwards slightly at the corners, pleased she hadn't scared him off just yet. I took her a few moments to think of something to say in return; talking wasn't as easy as it looked. "Yes it most definately is." Again. Smooth. It wasn't a great reply but it was the best she could come up with. Why did having a conversation have to be so difficult? However it was turning about to be a nice day for a stroll. Although the wind still whistled through the air as it always did on the coast it was still accompanied with a gentle warmth. It was actually rather relaxing. Well it would be if it wasn't for the stress of trying to make conversation. And the fact that there was bound to be one of those evil coniving mares lurking behind a bush some where waiting to attack her. Still it could be worse. She could be completely on her own. Wandering around alone quickly grows rather tedious and often brings about a feeling of misery. Well at least in her case it does. Although making conversation often proves stressful as long as it's not with a mare then it usually eases the irrational, paranoid part of her mind.

Too busy thinking about random rubbish she hadn't realised it'd been silent for quite some time and she began to feel awkward and uneasy once more. There had to be something worth mentioning. Well her name would probably be a pretty obvious start. "I'm Touch of sanity by the way... You can call me Sanity if you like though." She didn't know why she added the last part in but she supposed it was an easier alternative to saying the whole of her rather lengthy name. Now she grew uncertain as to whether or not she should ask for his name or would that be too rude? perhaps she ought to wait and see if her told her it himself. Yes that sounded like a good plan. She'd stand here and wait for him to say something more. However waiting often proved rather difficult in her case.

Well this was certainly bearable to say the least. The conversation seemed to get easier as time went by and she found herself almost comfortable in her present situation. Almost. The nerves and paranoia were still there. Just hidden deeper under the surface of her emotions. Still as the old saying goes: practice makes perfect. Or something along those lines. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with her present company. Far from it. It was more the fact she found company in general nerve racking to say the least. Well stallions made her a down sight less nervous but it was still there.

She listened politely to what she thought to be a compliment. Interesting was good. At least it wasn't boring. She'd hate to think she was boring the stallion. As nervous as she often felt she still had a small desire to please others. A small smile danced on her lips as she listened; nerves taking a place in the back of her mind for the time being. So the stallion had a name. Rising Shadow. She rolled the name over her tongue as she stored it in the back of her mind. Then, drawing her mind back to his earlier comment, she thought it best to say something. "I don't know if interesting is quite the word for it..." She was always modest and often lacked confidence unless put in certain situations. Still that was beside the point. Drawling over his name she decided she'd call him the latter since she'd been given the choice. Shadow had a ring to it. Or so she thought. Having made the decision to call him Shadow she thought it best to find something to talk about before the previous awkwardness set in. "So i'm assuming you're from some where around here? Or are you just passing by?" Not quite what she was hoping for but it was the best she could come up with.