The amount of spots collected in one area was unusual, but Caleb loved it. He loved seeing the congregation of spots (and candy cane color) on the powdered snow. Each vying for a chance to take this mare home. Each helplessly offering there homes. Mauja, Ilios, Ashamin, Johnny, Sabriel, now Caleb. A mare surrounded by flaundering idiots. He is hidden well, silent, seeing but not shown. Henrietta doing the same, observing.

Then something weird happens. Mauja from the World's Edge, licks Johnny. A deep, masculine, laugh vibrates up his throat, escaping through pink lips as he slips out of the shadows, moving at a casual stroll towards Mauja, the laugh fading as he begins apologizing profusely. Then a question, he asks to re-lick him. "Mauja, did no one ever tell you that cannibalism is not accepted everywhere?" His voice is laced with mild humor, a smile placed upon his whiskered jaw. This dark beast moves into the crowd, choosing to stand near Mauja in the order, simply because it was the closest spot to choose. Caleb is not a peppermint-man-eater (like Mauja), but the very definition of a woman-eater, a helpless Casanova. Perhaps deep within the clockwork of his mind, is a loneliness that haunts him, threatens to bury him in mounds of shit. He covers up this emotional damage with sex, because he cannot find something else to take his thoughts off of himself.

"Ashamin, it's nice to see you." Eyes watch Ashamin for a minute before slowly moving to the hybrid. "You too, Ilios and Johnny." Intense eyes land on each when their respective names are said, knowing the names from listening. Then after each greeting his eyes find Sabriel and settle. He found her attractive, very attractive. The coloration of her hide piquing the interest that lives within Caleb. The heated images of his snout tracing the lines between black and white, igniting fire between them. Blinking the x-rated images away, he focuses on the current situation. He stands, simply there, listening, but with little input. His hound moves from the shadows too, sitting next to Caleb, obedient as ever. Her tongue lulls from her mouth, hanging between white canines, her eyes following the conversation. He doesn't introduce himself nor his canine, as he imagines Mauja or Ashamin will greet in the same fashion as Caleb, spoiling his name to this alien mare. The smirk that played his lips has vanished, leaving a hard face, though handsome, equally frightening in a rough, masculine, murderous way. Would they hate the secretive cloak the beast wears, search for answers that he does not even have of himself? Will they wonder what has happened to the beast to make him such?

ooc: Hope you don't mind my crashing! I couldn't resist Caleb making a remark to Mau about Johnny >.>