He had spent many days in solitude with Henrietta here, listening to the howl of the wind at the entrance of this ice-cave he had grown fond of. Today, he wanted solitude, thus he moved towards the Arch, his loyal hound at his side, moving the same speed as him. The beast's bond with Henrietta seemed strong, so strong that he could feel her emotions. Caleb would know if she were angry, upset, jubilant, docile, anything. The titan was sure she felt his emotions, too. Despite that, they had formed some quiet language and they spoke only with their body language. To others, it may appear they have the same soul, each getting half, and due to their magical bond, that wasn't entirely false, but their bond hadn't developed completely yet. Without taking into account their soul-bond, they still had some sort of connection, like thinking the same things and handling issues the same. Caleb and Henrietta are two peas in a pod, kindred souls.

Ivory-marked cranium hung low, nostrils centimeters from dragging along the white snow as his muscled body was only feet from slipping into the privacy of the Arch. However, the beast and his hound halted at the sound of shuffling hooves, his head rising to a regal position, high and proud. Steel orbs inspect the cave and find that a mare has had the same idea to come to this spot. Wordlessly, Caleb enters the cave, not bothering asking if he can join her because he knows he can, knows that she doesn't own this land. Grunting, he halts in front of her, feathered leonine tail writhing behind his ass that was barely past the entrance. Chin reels inwards to his broad chest, neck arching in response, causing his muscles to bulge under satin ebony fleece. Pupil-less eyes are glued on her, watching her with scorching intensity. By no means was she a short, but her height did not surpass his. A ghost of a smile traces his lips, a smile that says politeness, openness, welcomeness, when all he feels is cold and dead, like the snow surrounding them. Beneath his intense gaze and ghost smiles, is a primal and dominant beast that will come into your life then obliterate it, claiming you as his. His. Caleb is far from repulsive. In fact, the sharp edges of his chiseled features are assembled attractively, and the bulging muscles that cover his entire frame are alluring, too, but what may be his most breathtaking feature are those eyes... Those eyes that scream passion, intensity, a dare to step closer, but at the same time warning. His eyes are steely, cold and hueless, but at the same time house an astonishing vibrancy.

After what seems like an eternity of him simply watching, analyzing, her, after deciphering she is attractive in an innocent, kind way, he speaks. "I am Caleb and the hound is Henrietta, who are you?" Baritone voice is brutally masculine as he demands her name in a dominant, confident way. Everything about him screams I'm dangerous, but at the same time, wouldn't you want to find out more about the dark and brooding stallion that had come to Helovia from a land never herd before? Wouldn't you like to unveil his secrets, gain his trust and perhaps one day love? Though you may learn a secret or two, Caleb doesn't do love. He fucks, roughly and wildly, for one night only- claiming you as his mare, a treasured possession. Yet still, despite that, past those frigid facades he wears, is truly an exceptional stallion with quirks and quips. He feels compassion, lust, jealousy, protectiveness, almost everything. Everything but love.

@[Eden] Caleb was weird in this post, I just wrote without stopping xD it'll get better :p