By now, the sun had ultimately sunk beneath the horizon. It was almost as though the puffed clouds had swallowed the giant ball of heat in a matter of minutes. The barren canopy was illuminated by the moonlit night, as the faint rays cast a florescent glow to the surrounding atmosphere. The sight was almost magical. The way the snow glistened, the feeble breeze murmuring throughout the bark. Snowflakes danced around Selenes head, one landing on the tip of her ear causing it to twitch ever so slightly.

The stallion that stood before her was a dark color, almost a chocolate kind of pigment. He had an interesting marking tossed across his rump as she leaned her head to the right to inspect it further. Odd. She observed him with a ineffectual grin creasing at the corners of her lips. Then she noticed he held a horn, proudly crowning the top of his skull. Another Hornhead? Perfect. With a roll of her eyes, selene shuffled her wings in annoyance. He seemed almost afraid, judging by his body language. But of what? Her? Selene could be quite frightening at times, but she was offering him kindness to say the least. The unknown stallion rivaled her height, which was rare considering she was taller than most stallions at a hefty 17 hands. He exceeded her stature by at least a good 4 inches or so. Though she had yet to say a single word, neither did the stallion. He awkwardly bore his gaze unto her frame before finally meeting her deep crimson orbs. She was experienced with the opposite sex, and it amused her to toy with stallions. It was her way of getting 'attention.' Taking a large step forwards, she edged her way into his presence, almost sauntering over to him like a feline. The stallion broke the silence with a uncivil, blunt type of tone. Who are you? And what do you want? This only caused a cheeky grin to form around the tips of her maw. She leaned in closer to him, stretching her toned nape outwards. With a coy giggle, she whispered, each word causing a tingle to rush down the spine. "The question is, who are you?" Returning her head back into its normal position, she offered him a slight bow in greeting. "These lands are called Helovia which i assume you have so shamelessly stumbled upon?"

Her statement was totally irrelevant to his bold dialect, but she felt as though it needed to be provided in her own sort of way. She bumped her fiery forelock over one eye, her neck curved into a natural flattering arch, defining her muscles well. Her auburn tail snapped against her sides, indicating that she was slightly irritated. Although, she admired the stallions respect for himself. He was merely surprised. Thats the way SHE thought of the situation. Crimson orbs met his gaze once again, awaiting a reply from the chocolate stud.


Actions. "Talking."