Are you the Hunter? Or the Hunted.

LUMINAR Solanis was a place he had never explored before. It's glowing flowers and flora seemed alien. He felt uneasy here. It seemed as if Luminar had been walking his whole life. Searching for something the soul wanted. Needed. But his brain just didn't know what that was. Since Silver had left him he had no purpose in life. He just walked. Finally his trekking had brought him to the rift. This cold, sunless place must be his last stop on the long road of life. He had felt his sense of purpose draining out of him with each excruciating step he took forward. He never felt at home anywhere, never felt at ease with anyone. His military background and spotty allegiance had left him feeling on edge all the time and gaunt. He had been out of work for months, and at only four years old, he was in his prime. When the fighting pits had sold him off to a general after he started killing other competitors slaves he thought he had finally found his chance to be free. Alas, he was not free, but in the clutches of another. His natural abilities had made him highly sought after for doing dirty work that higher-ups didn't want to bother themselves with. When someone wanted to get the blood off their own hands they looked to Luminar. He earned his freedom but quickly came to realize that the life of battle was the only life he knew. He was quick to anger, and quick to violence. He was looking for the white filly who lost her words. She was a unique specimen, and he didn't mind her simple company. He felt he could be his quiet self around her, as she was quite quiet too. So he weaved through strange looking glowing flowers, looking for a white pelted equine with blood red eyes. He rounded a bend and spotted her through the brush- she was trying to capture one of the little glowing insect like beings that covered her. Luminar felt his adrenaline surge, were they hurting her? He stepped out of the brush and marched up to the dancing alabaster filly. " Are you okay? " He asked, he found he was quite concerned about her well being, which actually caught him by surprise. "Talk." SHE'S A COLD, HARD BITCH, BUT JUST A KISS ON THE LIPS AND I WAS ON MY KNEES. It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten, what the color of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them.

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