He was silent in his approach. There was nearly no noise as he moved towards her, the ground moist with forest dampness muffling most of the sound, and his large hooves moving delicately. Every strike against the earth with a relentless walking pattern was not a bang, but a gentle kiss. He was close enough to hear her when he halted, body rigid as he stood. The shade castes by the greenery would certainly make his already dark coat much darker, a black hole trapping all light. Yet, her. Her coat was dotted black, with a white base. He wanted to move towards her and trace the lines of stark contrast on her body. One could say he has a thing for these contrasting patters on any horse. At her side where appendages, and he assumed they were colored the same as her body.

His nostrils flare and quiver, an odd snorting sound resulting from this. He truly didn't care if the sound was at all unflattering, it was a natural response to the prescense of another horse. Caleb takes in her scent. She is not like the mare from the threshold of Helovia. She smells more of sweat and dirt, but not forest dirt. Assuming she has noticed him due to his rather lackluster attempt at getting her attention, his nose moves towards his chest as he arches his neck, muscles rippling under jet-black fur. Through dark eyelashes, he peers at her. A ghost of a smile traces his ivory lips as he does so.

He commands his own body to dance around to her front with an awkward shuffle then turn. He aims to be head to head with her now (though the view of her hindquarters was pleasant). His lips turn dramatically upwards into a pleasant beam. Surely she has noticed him now. Or perhaps she has noticed the fact that he hasn't actually said anything. Scolding himself inwardly for his lack of vocalization (something Helovians seem to adore), he strings together a sentence of words to greet her with. "I am Caleb," and upon noticing her fixation with the tiny ants and their bravery, he adds into his statement. "I've never thought of them as brave, perhaps foolish." They didn't know what they were getting into, at least that is what Caleb has observed. His voice is quiet, gentle, quite the opposite of his rugged and torn exterior. The yearling straightens his neck out, lifting it to a comfortable position. He is already considerably taller than her. He is nearly two and hulks only a few inches shy of the height he will be as an adult. Truly, for a yearling he is huge.

Now that he has a front view of her, it is easy to see one of her wings is composed of white and black, but her other appendage is a solid ebony. Her cranium breaks the consistent pattern of nearly perfect circles with a large spot covering her brows and cheeks. Both of his ears twitch forwards, intrigued by her eloquent coloring. He was a much less dramatic coloring, mostly black with five blazes that all joined at his muzzle. His legs were cream, too, but that was mostly it. From his head protrudes a black horn, elegant and curved. Even his wings are solid. Where a tail should grow is a snake-like tail with a feathered tassle. Silently, he wondered if anyone here was of a similar build as him.

"Who might you be?" he inquires curiously, genuinely intrigued. She had his attention at the spots, but could she wow him further with a name matching the elegance and beauty of her body? Would her name be unique and exotic with a seductive flare, or timeless and classic? In all honestly, he enjoyed exotic, but simple was divine, too -- His face had returned to a neutral expression a few moments ago, but now his lips were pulled into a slight smirk that revealed barely anything. --or perhaps she'd be the best of both worlds? Exotic, timeless, exotic, and yet perfectly classic. His tail writhed with curiosity. Helovians, they are the shit.

ooc: hope you don't mind <3 @[Rei]