Blue rimmed ears tilt forward as the young stud hears the approach of another under the dark cover of the forest. His head lifts and pale blue eyes search out the one that approaches. He is not kept waiting long before she reveals herself. Though he has had very limited experiences with females of any species, he knows what beauty is and she embodies the very word. For as young and inexperienced as he is, however, he knows beauty to be corrupt and wonders at what corruption taints this blue and white beauty. Wet strands of his tail ripple the surface of the pool and his gaze never leaves her as she wanders around the edge of it to stand nearby. Her comment seems to fall on deaf ears as the coolness of the water does little more than chill him to the bone. At the sound of her voice his gaze narrows and he begins to study her, searching out some flaw that would lessen her beauty; some flaw that would prove that his limited experience was correct and all beauty was corrupt.

She stops moving, but the hoof falls do not and it is then that he knows that she did not come alone. One ear stays tilted toward her while the other rotates toward the sound of the other that approaches. Upon the ceasing of the other hoof falls the pale stud turns his head toward the other, noting her size and appearance. He blinks his pale eyes as her color registers, reminding him of his father who was dark bodied with a pale mane and tail. No way is she related to him, though. Her horns are wrong and she does not bear any of the coloring or markings that note those who share his blood. Not even he looks like his father, he thinks then. Of all the red marked bodies that make up his family he is pale and blue. He is the black sheep of the family.

Vadim holds the mare’s gaze as she stares at him, though his gaze is far more critical than it should be. He does not think she is beautiful, not like the blue and white mare that came first. His head then swings toward the other mare, his ears lying back against his head. He does not like feeling like he has been surrounded. He does not like the sinister feeling he now gets from the two of them, though he knows his imagination could be running away with him.

”What?” His voice is deep and gravelly, cracked from disuse, but all masculine. His weight shifts as he moves to withdraw himself from the icy waters because he does not feel it to be the best position should either of the two forest sprites decide to attack him for no good reason. He clears his throat as he levels his gaze on the first mare that had shown herself. "What do.." He pauses his question and coughts before continuing on. "..you want?" He licks his lips as he waits for an answer.

ooc:// sneaky ali posted at work even though she’s not supposed to >_>
will add table in tonight when I get home.

@[Agrona]
@[Reizend]