Despite his better judgment, the artist, living so strong and so secure within it's gilded cage, rose up within him to comment on the beauty he had created - upon accident, even! The caustic grin that had graced darkened lips softened into something kinder, something filled with appreciation, as Skyfall watched scarlet splatter and stain ivory marble. Frailty and spontaneity, he knew, were traits that had the potential to create some of the purest, most delicately beautiful works of art known to the mortal realm.

So he watched, spellbound, as organic matter breached the boundaries of his skin to strike upon another form of organic matter; therefore creating something entirely and wholly unique, something that could never again be replicated. A sigh was pushed from bloodied lips as he let the understanding and realization dawn on him, opaline eyes practically glowing with an inner peace. The horned stallion could have stayed there for hours, watching the unexpected masterpiece unfold drop by careful drop, but the universe had other plans.

Upon the back of the balmy breeze was carried a scent, light and lovely, causing Skyfall to raise his delicately sculpted head. It was not what he had expected, she was not at all what he expected. Lips parted, a silent exclamation upon his tongue, as he gazed at what he had no words to describe. Whorls and twists of color ran along her length, mesmerizing in a way that was reminiscent of the very cosmos. Dainty, carefully crafted, every painstaking detail was peppered with elegance; pleasing in a way that could only be described as perfect.

If he were another stallion, driven by the base values of lust and desire, if he were another creature who hadn't been born with a eye for beauty and a heart for the tiny, gorgeous things that were sprinkled within each moment, his gaze may have been perceived as crude. As it were, though, Skyfall's love and admiration for all things visually pleasing surpassed even the instinctual need to reproduce. So he stood there, a mere peon in the face of such divine grace.

Art made flesh.
The cosmos pressed to skin.
True and living beauty.

It was then that he remembered himself, remembered that it wasn't quite polite or quite acceptable to stare at another in silence. Gathering back some semblance of normalcy, Skyfall gave a deep bow, distantly wishing for a pair of wings to sweep along the marbled floor, an extra flair to an already grand gesture. "Hello," His voice was uncharacteristically soft, "It's an honor to find such a lovely creature amongst nature's beauty. It complements you well," As if the entire universe is accessory to your existence.

One step forward, it was not enough, but the parameters of society forced him to stop after two more steps were made, opal hooves clacking lightly against the creamy rotunda floor. "I am Skyfall."