Well now that was unusual to the dual-toned warrior. Pools of crimson glint with a hint of curiosity as he gazed upon the feminine duo staring back at him perplexed. Hurt implies pain. As true as that stallion may be, he could assume that the wound was irritated, hurtful at one point- but if she was going to ignore her bloody shoulder, than it was of no importance to him. The mare did appear young after all, and the way he caught her questioning gaze to his yielded blade, he would also assume he either had something on his face, or she had never seen a Unicorn before.

He wasn’t quite sure how to feel with his comfort zone being probed by her consistent curiosity. Her body language was custom; readable; but very outdated for such a mythical place. A brow rose as he refrained from his mental images of his jaws clamping around her throat, squeezing the last breath from her lungs. Instead, ink slicked ears fell back against his ravenous skull, mingling with thick obsidian locks slightly dancing in the breeze.

A wee Scratch? The midnight knight let a deep chuckle rumble in his chest, he knew the scars that uncloaked his history were worn not by choice, but with pride. Battle scars from the last ten years of his life. Just the thought of it reminded him how old he had become. She drew closer, and his eyes narrowed as a sign to heed caution. He had not been touched by another mare in a long while, and it might end with her strapped up against her will. Coika. Her name was fluid in his mind, but he did not repeat the name upon his tongue. It was a shame she did not bare a weapon upon her skull, otherwise he would have found her fairly attractive.

Startled as she rose up to nudge against his horn his eyes widened watching her. Weight shifting and his crown arose against the gray skies, following suite and lifting black pristine daggers from the snow encased earth. Elsa The Pegasus mare spoke her name, though he was in the moment of not being traumatized by the touch of another woman- a hoof kicked out into the direction of the pale equines face. It wouldn’t do damage, and it wasn’t intended to make contact with her, if not just make her shy away and think twice about poking around on strangers.

"Others might not be so forgiving." He said bluntly, as hooves sloshed back into the snow, he danced forth with his horn aimed horizontally- spiral tip aimed to place upon Coika’s velvet nose. It was obvious now, as Elsa had begun to mention, perhaps she had never seen a Unicorn or Pegasus before. His gaze returned to the winged maiden with an assuring nod to her final statement of returning home after the recent retreat of the darkness.

"I agree Elsa, though I’m not sure when we can return home; if home still exists. I hail from the Worlds Edge, however I’m not sure of its status; and we all have been left to abandon ourselves to depths of the Sanctuary and a blistering winter season." He finished, wondering what had happened to those ‘Nobel leaders’ that were not there during this time of darkness. Because they were nowhere to be seen, and had left them for dead.

The mares question about his horn however, made him miss his magic. No longer could he turn invisible, no longer could he cascade a fire upon the lands with a flick of his head. But he grinned, and gave her a rather anxious nod of his head. Indeed it was more than just a blade, or was at one point. Now it was just making a racial statement of “I’m better than you”.

Just about to lower his lips to the ground for a bite of the snow, the stallion jolted his head against the heavens to the sound of the mares sudden movements and shrill of a voice. Say something! Confused, puzzled he stood there, gazing at her- dumbfounded by her sudden actions, what did she mean? Had she lost all her marbles? Her expression changed, as if she had been mistaken, and she retreated away from him as if she was fearful of her actions. Ink audits lifted and faced upon the duo, listening to anything else she might just blurt out.

"I think someone’s a little fatigued." He said simply, looking to Elsa with a concerned look. This equine was special it seemed.

@[Elsa] @[Coika]

Nato