|| Stainless theories ||

[ingran]

Catching the last of the suns rays Larion picked his way cautiously through the scrub, his daggers picked up high in an effort to make little sound as possible. He had spent more than half his life running and taking shelter in these lands. So that even in times were he need not worry about leaving a sound nor mark, he still found himself slipping in the habit of creeping gently. His orbs well trained in the art of watching and seeing things otherwise would be invisible to a less knowledgeable equine. Even his ears dared not slack off, continuously on the search for an out of place sound, something that gave him reason to hide and attack. For all in all this patchy brute lusted for any reason to attack and confuse who ever dared cross his path. Not such a hard task in these days of ignorance were the weak walk freely as kings and the powerful are no longer seen.

Stopping silently above a single solitary patch of grass Larion under the cover of the bush dared to snap up a few mouthfuls of pitiful feed before moving on once more. Once more around this new land in hope of something anything that would give him a reason to fill his one true hunger, his one true desire.

[sibber-chow]

Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas

A fae approached her land, nostils flaring as a new scent greeted her. A new stag upon her terra. She grunted, unsure what to make of the equine that now roamed her domain. Her hooves stepped roughly upon the earth. The fae wasn't timid of her pressence being known, in fact she wanted to alert the stallion of her location; she would route out whether he was worthy of even stepping hoof on her land by his reaction. If he made a flee, well, than he deserved to be chased from the lands, tail tucked under. If he stood strong, he was worth a second glance. And, if he posed a challenge she would fight him with the best of her ability.

As his visage came to sight, her crown raised up, necking cresting out; she soon gave a loud nicker, making sure he was aware she was there. "Stag, who are thee?" She questioned, her voice strong, but gentle -- she was not one to overstate her power in pressence of a stallion. That said, she gently bowed her cranium, though none too far. On her own turf, she wouldn't be so kind as to show that much respect to any other.