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 He does not expect to be hunted. The soft footfalls of his pursuers only catch the unicorn's attention when they close; the wolf he doesn't hear at all until it calls to him. Then everything under his skin turns electric; muscle flares to life, rippling in hard whorls over slim struts of bone. He wants to spin and face them, but he freezes. Shadows dance inside the flare of black velvet nostrils. Breathe, he tells himself. In. Out. 1, 2, 3. When he does turn, he turns slowly. His tail flicks into the motion, betraying agitation otherwise contained. The smooth cup of his ears speaks only of interest; the delicate tilt of the head is amused. I do not fear you, says everything else. "Wolf," Caneo voices the word. His voice is a song, light and smooth. Anywhere else, such a creature might mean danger, but not here. The timber of its cries tell him this one is tame; the looseness in its body befits greeting or play, not hunt. The moment he discerns this, he looks past it for the one it belongs to. “Are you heading to some place in particular?” She finds him first. Moonlight illuminates white markings on her face, framing the strange mare's features in icy light. Looking at her smells like falling snow; he doesn't know why. "Never," he says lightly, as if it's a joke. "Are you looking for someone in particular?" A counter to her opening move. Caneo's eyes move carefully across her frame, as if he can leech secrets from her skin. He knows this, at least, from looking: the shadows hold a body bigger than his own. They hold her at a distance, though. She is fearful or cunning - or both. Intrigue prickles up and down his skin, like cold. |
@Essetia
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