When the tornado sets you down;

LUMINAR How in the world did I ever end up here? Mud squelching beneath his hooves, his heavy, wet, mud caked feathers sucking the strength from his limbs, Luminar walked. He had been walking for eons, trying to find a place for himself. He knew not where he was walking, or why, he just knew that some primal, ravenous instinct pulled him forward with every heavy step. His nostrils flared, there were so many strange smells here. The moon could barely slice through the thick canopy above him, and in each small sliver of moonlight, his face emitted a ghastly glow- much like the moon itself- just to melt back into darkness. Strange smells, strange sounds- howls and screeches and moans coming from the deep darkness, sickly sweet, pungent odors coming from flowers and mosses- it was enough to make him snort. He was rarely nervous, (and tonight was no exception) but he admitted to himself that this was an eerie place, with an eerie feeling and eerie sounds and smells. And wet. Everything was drenched. The ground was a soft mess, ready to grab your legs and hold on fiercely- like a mother holding her dying child. But just like a mother holding a dying child, no matter how hard she held, she could never stop you from going. Even the air was wet, you couldn't fill your lungs without feeling like you're drowning in it. He dragged along, taking in he scenery. His thoughts kept ripping him back into his fighting days. He was with Silver, running on a blood soaked battlefield. Her thin, glimmering hair was tickling him in the face.... Opening his eyes, he realized the tickling sensation was a large spiderweb, stuck to his face. Rubbing his face on his leg, he suddenly turned sour. Why couldn't he just forget about those days? Oh how he tried. His mood afoul, he quickened his pace, slamming his heavy hooves into the ground. Water and mud droplets hit him in the face with every torturous step, darkening his mood even more so. He wasn't expecting to encounter another like him, but anything could happen- and he pitied the poor beast that should come upon him now.   quote goes here! and more than one!

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Magic (ooc; bear with me, this is the first time I've done this in awhile, is this what I'm supposed to put at the end?)
No known powers, but may find out soon that he gains power and confidence from the moon. His ghostly white face and silver moon on his shoulder glow in direct moonlight.