Can you see through the Fog?

[† M.i.r.a.g.e. †]

Dappled grey hide blended distretely into the dark shadows, blood stained daggers penetrating the earth's thin crust beneath her. Orbs watched the small light ahead of her, as it warned her of her exit from her sancuary. Darkness. Auds flattened towards her skull, as nares flared slightly, inch by inch as her bodice was exposed to the dim light from the cloudy fog. Mist covered her bodice well, as it swirled around her bodice whipcord dancing across her hocks. Orbs searched around the small part of her range, but no sight nor sound was identified. A hiss stole out as a squirrel ran out frantically from her daggers, ivories exposed as they lunged at the innocent creature. A loud snap was heard from her ivories clashing together, a miss evident. The creatures heart beats faded as it ran farther from the bodice of Mirage. Cool winds caught up under her bodice as her whipcord flew from her rump, fibers twining into eachother over and over, as they danced from her bodice. Why was she here anyways? Perhaps she was waiting for a challenge, a spark of muse, another stag to attempt to stain her life further. Lone dagger struck the ground at the thought. Her uncle.. The one who had taught her wrong from worse. And the one who taught her that weak ones die, as the strong feast on their blood. A slight smirk played on her features of the thought. But yet still her uncle was too weak. Another czar eventually killed him, attmepting to take Mirage as a slave. But she was a dark, as she refused. But yet she was beaten severely.. Finally she had escaped that instant as her bodice truely turned dark. Dial jerked as mind played sounds that didn't exist as if she was merely teasing herself. A loud snort was given as dial was tossed upwards, front daggers striking infront of her.. as a shreik escaped her opened maw. Perhaps it would lure stags or scare them away, but if they came they would have a fun time trying to get her to move...