Desreal: you're just a game i play; Nacht Steigan (only)

A pearl shadow slides through the trees, long legs and thick muscles propelling it forward with an eerie grace. To some, it would appear as if it were an apparition, for it moved with ghostly elegance and no noise to show off its movement. The powerful nape is pulled into a thick arch, white ringed eyes taking in the surroundings with an air of intelligence and interest beneath a thick frock of white forelock. Dodging trees and bushes alike, it blazes a trail of its own, placing large hooves delicately to prevent a mishap from occurring. A soft breeze billows past the creature, tugging at the pearly banner of mane and tail, lifting them and sifting through before letting them fall back into place upon the sleek hide. And yet, the figure moves onward, unperturbed by the surroundings. It has a purpose apparently, and will stop at nothing to fulfill that void.

Breeching a break in the endless rows of trees that called itself a forest, the stallion halts, becoming an ivory statue as it glares around at the world, wide nostrils flaring with each breath he takes in and out. Night becomes him, turning him into a figure of immense mystery and intrigue, rather than a normal creature. Not that he could ever be mistaken for one of those during the day either. There was too much presence there, in the thick muscle that twisted beneath a leather tight hide, the rolling gait that gave him the air of floating above the ground, and those daring, white ringed eyes. All together, he is unique, a cut above the rest, a god among them.

And in case you’re wondering, he knows it too.

For a moment, he appears disinterested with the place, but as the musk of other equids rests itself into that broad muzzle, his gaze heats, becoming liquid fire and he is on the move again. Not towards anything in particular, just getting himself acquainted with his new home. Yes, he shall stay. There are too many creatures to wreak havoc upon for him to just walk away from it all. Long legs snap and flex as he jogs through Desreal, muzzle lowers itself into a snaking motion, drifting back and forth across his path to discern his way and who he should torment first. But then it hits him, a faint scent of a mare, and it stops him dead. The perfectly sculpted face flies into an alert position, ears rotating atop his poll, nostrils dilating quickly as he gulps in the scent.

It can’t be...

But he has never been one for can’t and with a grunt he sets off into pursuit of the scent, winding back and forth through the trees, muzzle snaking this way and that again, silver eyes rolling as he peers through the darkness. Lucky for him, the trail is fresh enough that he need not develop a bloodhound nose and he finds his treasure when dawn is just starting to think about appearing on the horizon. The beast ceases to move as it catches sight of the mare, and for a moment, he is bombarded with so many feelings he is torn. Never before has this happened. He always knows what he wants, and it angers him now, forcing him into a decision. Painting a macabre grin across his pink lips, he saunters toward the mare, coming up on her left side, dragging his pearl muzzle up her haunch, across her spine before nipping her withers and shoulder, lover’s bites. He is not one for quiet affection or sweet embraces. He is a warrior, his hide is littered with the scars to prove it, and he shows his feelings how they come to him: hot and heavy.

He is not afraid that she will try to attack him, or try to retaliate, for she knows him just as well as he knows her. She is probably just as surprised at his appearance as he is at hers. The kisses intensify as he moves his lips up her neck, grinning wider and wider, knowing that this would anger her. She demanded respect from everyone, and here he was, denying that of her, even after all of this time. With a chuckle, his muzzle lands behind her ear, warm breath tickling and teasing the strands of mane that it touches. “And I thought you were dead... how pleasant to see you again, Steigan my love.” The rough voice purrs sultry tones into her ear, as the ivory body presses itself against her own, relishing in the heat and feel of her against him again. How he had missed her.

His first and last love.