She could sense him, it, before she saw or heard him. The thick scent lacing her nostrils and lungs. Her ears pinned to her cranium and she steered her little shadow away with her, making sure he did not leave her side. Her steps became harder, pounding the earth like drums, warning whatever was out there that she was stronger than they thought. Her size was usually what kept others at bay, this time she wasn't so sure. She snorted, nostrils flaring widely as she tried to find somewhere to steer Zythan to safety. Oh no, she was not scared for her own safety, she could defend herself against all the beasts of the night. Her life was one big nightmare. No. She feared for her partially blinded son.
A breath. Mezanix reared up slightly as she came to an abrupt halt, Zythan all too driven into her movements to sense it before she did and instantly was at her side, still as anything, ears moving back and forth, neck arched, trying to spy whatever it was that had cause his dam to become so threatening. She snorted again and shook her head about, letting the tendrils of onyx hair cascade about her. She turned to where the breath had come from, black eyes drilling into the darkness, her stance was threatening, challenging even. Daring whoever was out there to come forth.
"Come out. Now." She demanded. Despite being the tough mare she was, her voice was soft, so her challenge was not all that demeaning nor much a challenge. But she was more than a sweet voice. She glared through the shadows, searching the darkness for what she could not see. High and low her eyes traveled. Nothing. She heaved in frustration but quickly moved her head round to look to Zythan and there it was. There he was. Standing within the shadows, pelt as dark as her own, eyes unseen beneath either a sheet of hair, or perhaps even like her own. If she could have, she would have growled then, but instead she moved herself between the shadowed stranger and her son.
"What do you want?" She asked him, with a glare to her black eyes. How she even saw him to start with was a wonder, perhaps it was because she was trained to see through the shadows where others could not. It was plain her own blood had not seen the stranger, and Mezanix was almost sure no one else would have spotted him as easily as she had.
