Miykael

He had thought, perhaps foolishly, that up here he would be alone - especially at night. At first he didn't see the silver mare and her white companion. As he gazes at the dancing lights, his intuition screams at him from the back of his mind - he's being watched. Lowering his head once more, he pauses; temporarily frozen in place. A soft breeze ruffles his dark mane and a particular scent tickles his delicate nose. His eyes close involuntarily, nostrils flaring as he breathes in deeply. Estrus. The painted pegasus was no stranger to that particular aroma and like any male, it was most certainly welcome. Turning, his blue gaze sweeping over the land as he shifts, he soon finds the pale unicorn mare. She is vivid amongst the dark trees, stones, and pale snow.

For a moment he simply watches her, unmoving but alert. Tucking his head towards his chest, his ears pricked forward, and with his white feathered wings unfurled - instinct driving his posture - he makes his way towards her, crunching through the snow patches along the way. The closer he gets, the more concentrated her scent becomes. The estrus causes a familiar stirring in his loins, a warmth and desire spreading through him. Within moments, the cold of the north has disappeared and replaced by the warmer climate of his chosen home - or, at least, that's how it felt to him. He slows his pace and stops, leaving only enough space between them that either one would have to move in order for their skin to touch. "Hello." his voice - deep, rough, and dripping with sex appeal - breaks the silence.

In that moment, everything but the silvery mare disappeared. Perhaps it was a risky move, acting predominantly on instinct but even if this is a trap and the Basin unicorns are about to pop out of the trees and slaughter his ass.. well, he just didn't care. What did he have to live for anyway? Right now, right at this very moment - he is living and that is more than enough. Tucking his wings, he steps towards her and reaches out to touch his nose to hers and if he is successful, he has every intent to move closer to stroke her cheek with his muzzle. He pauses every now and then to inhale deeply but his focus now is impeccable. "It's not safe out here... alone." he adds, and though his voice remains husky, it is also laden with sincerity and concern. Even at his most basic level, he can't escape his endlessly caring nature or so it seems.

Neverthless, it's your move... sweet.

still learning to love, just starting to crawl