nekolulu
Dashiell moved slowly and quietly under the lightly lit moonlight forest. Since he'd come here and lost his colors, he'd adapted well. The dark stallion had noted at night under moon and star light, everything turned a shade of black, white, or grey. Dashiell found he felt quite at home among the subtle non-colors.
Plus he loved to practice moving stealthily. It had been wonderful to find a purpose for himself. He'd only wished his twin could be as happy here. With luck, she'd eventually find her place too. Until then he'd enjoy himself and support her as best he could.
He took a few more quiet steps forward then paused to look around. As he scanned the washed out landscape, a bright flash under the moonlight caught his attention. Something white and bright moved through the trees. Cautiously he moved closer. He didn't often meet others out here at night. Dashiell suddenly realized that he missed the company of others.