He does not wait long before he is found, when the dapple grey female finds him. Shining crimson glints at her feet, glowing in the late autumn sunlight. When she approaches him, he finds himself curious, and a little surprised at her forward action. She looks not even a little abashed when she touches his throat, the vivid bands that cross there. A coarse swallow drags down his throat.
A brow raised at her when the hairs of her own throat ripple into a matching pattern. It was at once an unsettling and alluring image. A lazy smile lifted the corners of his maw, before he answered her. "I'm Raul. Envoy of the East. Silver Cove, specifically." He responded, eyes sweeping from the mare before him to the surrounding trees. It seemed they were alone in this neck of the woods, but he never felt safe assuming these things. Still, he allowed his caution to fade into a background hum, focusing instead on Mary.
In mirror of her action, he dropped his head to explore the new band of scarlet across her neck. It looked like a slit throat. He knew, but would not say, that that was exactly what it was. He had been mute for a year because his throat had been cut from the inside out, and his blood had been inspiration for this macabre tattoo. Funny that she'd copy it. Lips tracing the thin mark, he felt a sort of vertigo.
Despite this, he was not blind to the beauty before him. She was a lovely girl, and bold to boot. Secretly he began to suspect that he was developing a type. Beautiful girls forged in war and tempered with blood. Warlight was his prime example of this, and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face. But he also had a new duty to their home, and... an alliance could prove useful. With this in mind, the pale stallion breathed warmly against the grey girl's throat, before stepping back a moment after what could be seen as polite.
A challenge lit up his eyes as he allowed space between them, tail swishing playfully against his hocks. "How may I be of service, Miss Mary?" He asked, the soft gravel of how l his voice suggesting a few ideas.
@[Mary]
A brow raised at her when the hairs of her own throat ripple into a matching pattern. It was at once an unsettling and alluring image. A lazy smile lifted the corners of his maw, before he answered her. "I'm Raul. Envoy of the East. Silver Cove, specifically." He responded, eyes sweeping from the mare before him to the surrounding trees. It seemed they were alone in this neck of the woods, but he never felt safe assuming these things. Still, he allowed his caution to fade into a background hum, focusing instead on Mary.
In mirror of her action, he dropped his head to explore the new band of scarlet across her neck. It looked like a slit throat. He knew, but would not say, that that was exactly what it was. He had been mute for a year because his throat had been cut from the inside out, and his blood had been inspiration for this macabre tattoo. Funny that she'd copy it. Lips tracing the thin mark, he felt a sort of vertigo.
Despite this, he was not blind to the beauty before him. She was a lovely girl, and bold to boot. Secretly he began to suspect that he was developing a type. Beautiful girls forged in war and tempered with blood. Warlight was his prime example of this, and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face. But he also had a new duty to their home, and... an alliance could prove useful. With this in mind, the pale stallion breathed warmly against the grey girl's throat, before stepping back a moment after what could be seen as polite.
A challenge lit up his eyes as he allowed space between them, tail swishing playfully against his hocks. "How may I be of service, Miss Mary?" He asked, the soft gravel of how l his voice suggesting a few ideas.
@[Mary]