In the cooler night it was far easier to travel across the terra firma. The sun that bore down so fiercely had ran back to its cave in the heavens, allowing some comfort from the light breeze that ran around the frondescence of the forest. Stepping out into the clearing, an obsidian dame strutted with ease and grace into the light of the moon. Its eerie glow cast a shimmer on her scarlet features: her horn, her orbs and the tips of her charcoal silks. The beauty of the dame was not to be underestimated, but neither was the darkness that was barely hidden underneath that soft pelt. The tall, lithe build of her cast a long shadow into the herbage as she began to make her way further into the newly discovered territory. After many days of hanging around the borders, pondering over the idea of settling here, it was the creatures she had seen cross into the lands that settled the decision. Wherever they were going, she was keen to follow.
So long as they are not winged or hornless, her mind added with a touch of scornful loathing. Vanamo was neither fond nor tolerant of the creatures that dare call themselves distant relatives of the higher creatures - the horned.

Her own horn, a magnificent spiral of scarlet danced in the moonlight, whilst her scarlet pools, full of danger and cunning scanned the scenery. She was not alone, but she knew no fear. It was curiosity that had led her this far, and no feeble emotion was going to stand in her way. The charcoal vixen continued to dance down on her light onyx daggers, further into the unknown.
"Warriors do not fear. I do not fear." Her harsh tone rang out clear and convincing, she was utterly persuaded by her own mind that nothing could scare her. She wanted thrills and lots of them.

A putrid aroma, correctly deeming him male, wafted without regard to any boundaries, cascading over rocks and through the trees and lingering in the waiting nostrils of any who breathed the night air. And with a single inhalation, you realized what walked. Best you be frightened. At least then you’ll be prepared. For now he comes like a poison, to seep slowly through your veins and steadily corrode at your mind. His song is seductive, masterfully crafted to entice even the faintest of hearts. And he’s coming…

Coming for you.

Under a crescent moon, momentarily poised above like a curved dagger seeking inviting flesh, the horned beast constructed of ash advanced on the threshold to find the one he sought. Vanamo. The name was unknown, unimportant, but what was perched above her alluring face set her apart from the rest of the crowd. There had been a steady stream of newcomers entering The World’s Edge, but none of them on account of Cineviam. It has been too long since the last time he brought fresh blood into the ranks and he had thought little of anything else lately. But each and every time he set foot in threshold all he spied were Pegasus and equines. So imagine his luck at finding the object of his desire -- so close, so unaware.

So alone.

The crimson crown beckoned to the cinder beast like a siren’s call. He refused to rush, even with the ever-present threat that someone from one of the other herds might beat him to the horned newcomer. Now that he had the obsidian mare with her scarlet trimmings in his crosshairs, there was very little that would throw this dog off the trail. Dark rimmed ears separate themselves from his tangled mane and jumped to attention at her announcement. He smiled into the shadows in response. A secretive one that is done more with the eye’s than the slight upturn of lips. How he loved fools. Then he stepped out of the darkness and into the moonlight. Handsome wasn’t what one would typically describe the molting stallion, but he was striking. Influenced by draft bloodlines, he seemed wider than a buffalo and uglier than sin. “You should have nothing to fear in the company of your own kind,” he purred in return. For a couple heartbeats he waited for the Sun God to show up and prove him wrong. ”What is your name, dear warrior?”