Digging Myself a Hole Here, Want a New Story? +Teaser

[tl;dr goes here:
-I wanna write another story about Luna and Clean Cut + Delicae and her screwed up history. Do you want it?
-I have been writing.
-As far as the rewrite goes, should I replace the currunt story after I finish completely, or post it as a new story?
-Thank you for reading my shit.]

Here's an idea for you people interested in Cold Iron, Warm Fur (you know, that thing I haven't updated in forever): I'd like to write some stories that go into more intimate detail about a few characters from the story, atm mostly Clean Cut and Luna's relationship, as well as Delicae and her past (+ more?). Depending on how it goes I might make it its own story and mark it as a sequel. I'd like to get some input on the idea, "yea or nay" and all that.

Also, since I'm here and since I (hopefully) have your attention:
1) I am actually writing the next chapter. Don't believe me? Here's a teaser:

The cave was dark, damp, cold, and immense. Rainbow could not see any walls to their sides or past the immense grey blob that the Empress had become in the darkness, only the occasional pillar and the gentle glow of Coalback’s green eyes beside her. She hoped that he could see because without using him as a guide, she would have been completely lost in the darkness.

Perhaps she could have fooled herself into thinking that they were in a wide tunnel rather than an abyssal cave if not for the harmonic chanting of the wolves around them. Their low mournful voices reverbed in strange ways, echoing back again as if there were other processions further in the cave.

In here, the sound of the Empress walking dominated everything, even past the singing. Rainbow could pick out when her thick pads touched the remarkably smooth stone floor, and when her wickedly long claws scraped against it. Rainbow knew next to nothing about the Princesses, and even less so about the Empress, but each fall of her paw sent a little shiver through the ground as if she were a mountain herself.

But the strangest thing that Rainbow noticed, she could actually still see somewhat in the lightless cave. She’d been underground before and knew exactly how dark it could be without any light, and while that trip into the Diamond Dogs’ tunnels hadn’t been particularly claustrophobic she had gained a better appreciation for light in general. But she could make out the shapes of the pillars and Coalback beside her; she shouldn’t have even been able to see her own hoof in front of her face.

If the darkness wasn’t enough, there was a definite sense of wrongness within this cave. She couldn’t pin down what it was exactly, but her heart would not calm and her breath was clawing in her throat from the stiff chill in the air. She was beginning to find comfort in the wolves’ singing, even humming along after a while.

Coalback seemed to be put off by this place as well. She could feel the tension in his muscles, back again where it had melted away amongst the wolve’s celebrations. He pressed against her just as much as she did to him, and he stared out into the darkness with haunted eyes.

“What do you see?” Rainbow whispered under her breath. Her voice echoed much louder than she had expected in the darkness, startling both of them.

Coalback didn’t answer for a few moments, tracking something with his eyes as they walked past. “The pillars,” he rumbled, equally unsuccessful in keeping his voice down. “There are … pictures carved into them.”

Rainbow eyed one of the pillars at the edge of her sight with a newfound, morbid curiosity. “What sort of pictures … ?” she asked, but when she turned back to face forward she didn’t need an answer anymore.

The Empress swerved around a pillar that had appeared in their path, revealing the carvings to Rainbow’s dimmed sight: The pillar itself was larger around than a cart and its top disappeared high into the darkness, but because of the carvings she couldn’t tell if it was natural or had been put in place. The carvings themselves were morbid; they depicted scenes of war, the last war.

This pillar depicted a particularly gruesome siege of a pony city that was climbing up the pillar. Fire was carved in tornadoes all over the city, ponies burning to death even in the air. The focus of the carving was by far much worse: A screaming Angel warrior holding the brutally decapitated head of a unicorn in one hand and a curved sword in the other.

There's about 1.4k done as I type this up.

2)I have never rewritten an entire story before, especially one as far along as Cold Iron, Warm Fur (if that's not obvious). And while I'm satisfied with the small amount of work I've done on it between work and writing the other stories I already have. I don't know yet if I should delete all the old chapters and start updating again once I'm done writing or if I should just make a new story and delete it/mark Cold Iron Warm Fur as 'Cancelled' and post the rewrite as its own story (maybe even with a new name that doesn't sound like a trashy romance novel's title). If you have an opinion let me know.

3)I don't know why people ever read past the first couple chapters, but thank you for sticking with me as I've improved as a writer/author. Thank you, thank you for encouraging me with your comments (even if you just want to tell me I stink at this) and the surprising amount of likes and followers. Even though there are plenty of you guys telling me you enjoy it, I never do get comments as to why I have a bunch of dislikes alongside that (even though I kinda see why, I'd like to at least hear the reasons people were turned away, you know?).

If you got this far