The venomous blizzard had finally come to an end. It's effortless bite turning into a pitiful nibble of bright white snowflakes, flicking and dancing as they fell slowly to the frozen earth. The darkened clouds heading off further into Helovia and leaving the sparse tundra with a new coating of thick cold snow. A harsh weather system but one the bulky mahogany had grown accustomed to, Descaro hardly noticed the weather and stood rather forlornly against an icy wall. Sheltering out of routine. Light peeped between scattering clouds shining down brilliantly on the glacier the warrior had decided to take shelter beside. His coat was hairy and pieces strayed along his jaw lines and his underbelly, crystal horn lighting up just like the block of ice next to him. Cloven hooves looked more regular as snow compacted between the gaps, obsidian tail chunky and damp. All in all it was a miserable day for patrol.

This land wasn't really theirs and nothing had been said about the upkeep on patrolling. Descaro did it more out of habit than anything else, heart yearning to do something more than stand around chewing on the rare bit of grass offered. Their leader was off busy somewhere, probably brooding over his losses and the momentum behind reclaiming the land was slowly being lost. The thought made his teeth clench. His proud racist belief chaffing at this lazy idleness. He hadn't even a mare to play with.

The breeze had abated and the snow finally stopping. Descaro picked up his split hooves and moved off to continue his routine patrol. Body dripping with water as the snow melted upon his back and travelled in mini rivulets down his barrel. His regimental march taking him through another arch way of incredible glacier, the sound of his walk echoing back to him as he mulled over his next route. Emerging from the small frozen hole Descaro flicked his tail and turned right, moving away from the ocean and further in land. Happy that the coast was clear and nothing lurked within the glaciers embrace.

The mountains became lest frequent as he made his way towards the far north's border with the rest of Helovia. He stopped at the invisible line and looked out across frost fall's cold picture of the land. Thick mane gently blowing in the calmer breeze, his snip seeming pinker in the wintry conditions. Pools of wonder gazing at the specks of scattered trees that formed the region of the Foothills, a land knowing peace for maybe far too long. Descaro allowed himself a deep breath, soon, Descaro, soon.

Waiting was such a boring game.

His brooding was cut involuntary short when a blue side almost came crashing into him. Out of reaction the bulky steed shied away from the grey horn she bared so threateningly low, his eyes bulging in surprise. As Descaro gathered his wits about him his recognized the stranger as a mare of roan and spotted qualities, her confident apology almost drawing him straight into her embrace. She was beautiful and the steed did prefer the company of mares, he let the slight incident drop and instead watched her curiously. His eyes roving over her body noting defined muscles at the traditional leonine tail of a unicorn.

She spoke her name, he'd heard it before but couldn't pin down where. Maybe in one of the old herd meetings they used to have back in the Edge days. Leyra. Pretty. One he could easily remember and he most certainly wouldn't be forgetting her in a hurry. A coy smile played on his dark lips as he introduced himself to the lovely femme who had presented herself to wildly in front of him. "I'm Descaro. Care to accompany me on my patrol, Leyra?"

His voice was smooth and cool as he angled his body away from the mare and motioned back towards the Arch. Dark pools questioning as he awaited her answer.

Descaro watched with an amused face as Leyra took a place beside him, smiling as she looked away. She was a young thing, maybe not quite full grown nor filled out. Her seeming naivety a subtle attraction to the older steed who was busy silently congratulating himself on attracting such a beautiful confident mare. He wondered what made her so confident in the presence of an almost stranger, dark pools angled sideways to watch her every move. The snow crunching beneath his cloven hooves as he anchored right, keeping an ear out for danger or abnormalities.

The bay steed gathered up his thoughts and attempted a conversation starter now that the vibrant Leyra had grown silent. His tail lashing between his legs sending flicks of cold water up his rear end. "I faintly recognize you, have I seen you before when we unicorns once held the Edge?"

His question was honest as he voiced the notion he had felt just recently, wondering just how many of their scattered herd had followed Mauja up to this cold wasteland. Descaro lowered his head whilst keeping up his steady walk, inspecting a tunnel formed by a magnificent glacier. Eyes watching for any signs of movement and a velvet nose seeking out the finer details. Nothing. He snorted and turned back to the blanket roan, awaiting her reply.

Descaro gave Leyra a sceptical look. Why had she stayed if she did not agree with their cause? Even more so, why was she still here. In exile with what was left of her wounded kin who, in Descaro's mind, were beaten when fighting for a cause that was right. Pure. In just a matter of words the spotted blue mare had left his flirting mind in a state of confusion, he wanted to know why. What made her stay. Part of him was angry for her lack of conviction and part of him was intrigued for she must have a different reason. He was glad that she had stayed with her kind, that was something at least.

"Then why? Why did you not flee when the war started? Why are you here now?" Deep eyes stared at her, taking in each strand of luscious hair, her blue eyes and her long muscular leonine tail. She was breathtaking, and perhaps that saved her from his anger of her ignorant views. Descaro found himself thinking that this Leyra should be thankful for her bewitching appearance, he wondered how many scars her beautiful body had saved her. The steed flicked his long, obsidian tail so that the strands slapped against her rear, eyes always watching her.

"Do you not think they made a mistake? Angering a species such as ours whose memories never forget the wrongs of others. We are superior after all..." A simple enough question that was layered with suggestive connatations, his voice dropping lower as he almost hummed to her through his dark lips.

ooc; GAH! Sorry for the late reply :| Sure! I'll see were it's at when you reply, I might post him once more. ^^

Descaro had to admit, he did disapprove of the view Leyra took. The mare needn't leave Helovia but flee the snow wastes, why remain with a herd she doesn't agree with? In the bay's mind it didn't quite click but she was pretty and easy prey. Why bother with mindless discussion, the poor dame was clearly smitten by him and Descaro wasn't about to let that go to waste. Not after he'd taken to time to sweet talk the mare into a position where she was now helpless before him. A sly smile graced his dark lips and he took two suggestive steps towards her, hunger lacing his eyes with a lustful intent as she pressed a soft nose into his withers. Foolish child. Was the only thought in his mind when he advanced.

He graced her with multiple touches, all the while the cogs in his mind were turning, dancing in their triumph. It was true, there was nothing to do in the wastes of the snow. Accept keep each other warm. Or so was the excuse of the horned steed this day as he began to take his advantage on the innocent youthful Leyra before him. The older boy paid no heed to the consequences that would come after, he would be far from her reach by then.

[OOC: Feel free to post in the Secret Grove. xD He'll just have his way and disappear after. The player he is.]