Onyx feathers flapped through the shadows, haunting caws echoing off the pine. Hooves like cannons firing along hollowed ground as ruby optics pierce through the darkness as the hellion gave chase to the crows taunting silhouette. Appearing and vanishing through what little light could reach the canopy floor from the sky above. He appeared to glide and drift with the shadows, with only a hint of crimson or ivory flashing from the darkness. It was as if he belonged here, away from others and their social activities. 

Oculars roll and fall upon a glistening figure in the distance, retracting his interest in his feathered friends he eases his pace. Muscles rippling to a firm hold as lobes flip forth and pin on the direction of the creature. Through the shadows, a bouncing amber champagne bodice gently moved through the trees ahead. Shifting into motion once again, ink threads tossed aside from haughty glowing pools as he moved in on the being. 

Mare The demon thought, doing his best not to trip over the fallen lumber upon the forest floor in his pursuit. He hadn't really had any 'one on one' female interaction in a long time, years in fact. Though he'd never admit it. Perhaps it was the time he brushed up on his charm and see what becomes of it.

Moving closer to the mare so he could get a clearer picture of her appearance, he noted the detail of her soft coloring and glowing horn. Hefty foot falls would surely give him away, so there was no need to be ninja like. "My my." Masculine tones seeped past his lips as he pulled his massive frame from the darkness and into the fluttering light. Pausing, in hope that she wouldn't keep on prancing away into the distance. "What's a girl like you, doing in a deep dark scary forest?" He continued deeply; a hidden smirk curling on his maw in the shadows. 

Alright, so he wasn't the best on introductions. Even after all the time he had lurked around the Threshold (he might as well have lived there) but the traditional 'good eve' and 'howdy' didn't suit him anymore. Lobes remained pinned on his subject, crimson eyes retaining their usual vibrant glow. The female appeared younger than he'd like to bother with, but who else was lingering around in the darkness anyway? 

Maybe he was just a bit too territorial of these trees.
Ah well, fuck it. The forest would always be his.