Dark, brooding eyes watched as a fox slinked through the night, it's vivid fur so stark against the darkness if only for a moment before it vanished once more. The flash of a white tipped tail following it. Descaro saw many sights like this as he made his way down to the claiming grounds of Helovia, trying his luck under the moonlight this time. His coat a musty mahogany made him virtually invisible against the night sky if it wasn't for the one, alabaster snip that curved cutely up his nose and a bright, crystal horn that shone in the starlight now and then. Folds of thick, black mane hung in clumps whilst his forelock sat rather dashingly to one side of his face. The pace of the stoic stud was filled with the briskness of a soldier, marching out of habit rather than need, mind wandering but alert on his surroundings. Darkness held many secrets.

Deeper into the woods he travelled until he chanced across another, the strangers scent causing him to peer through the trees, edging closer with careful curiosity. It was hard to see his exact colour in the limited light but Descaro could see the bulkiness in the silhouette as well as a strangely formed horn and leonine tail. What was most strange was that his mane seemed to grow in odd places, the soldier reserved judgment. Their kind weren't always the most normal in appearance, that much was certainly true.

Slowly, he stepped out from around a tree and into the path of the stranger, wearing his best smile and friendly stance. Tail twitching now and then, flicking flies when they came too near. "You look a little disorientated, is the night playing tricks on you?" He asked with a slight amusement in his voice. It was true though, the unknown stud did seem to be breathing quite heavily, almost like he was having a stroke or something. Maybe in a few minutes he would drop dead. Poor fellow. Maybe he possessed a cowardly heart and something did scare him.

He waited patiently.

Descaro felt the surprise vibrate through his body when the stranger spoke to him with words he didn't quite care for nor understand. The stallion was a blue roan and would have been relatively nondescript if it wasn't for the strange looking hair and beard, Descaro had never seen anything like him before though he kept his curiosity to himself and considered his next words. The way he had demanded set the Soldier's teeth on edge, did he not know that he was the one who was supposed to state his purpose. The stallion was in Descaro's land after all and the way the brute smelt suggested he was no native. So the bay boy eyed him cautiously and kept his distance, replying in a voice that spoke volumes of the offence he had taken. "I think you'll find it's the other way round dear boy, why have you come to my home?"

His tone had picked up an imperious manner and the latter part of his sentence turned into something more demanding than an actual question. Descaro pondered the word he had use, neznato- no. Nez- I don't know what the hell he just called me. The thought rather grumbled through his mind, he didn't like not knowing things and he felt that this strange horse had in some way insulted him. Though Descaro was struggling to find a way to justify it. He gave up in the end and considered the blue boy again, noting he wasn't much younger than himself and his accent was one he had never heard before.

It wasn't long before his eyes drifted to gaze through the tree branches and into the sky, his tone now turning off handed and carried less severity. "Do you have a name?" Came his honest question, wanting to address the stallion with something other than stranger.