Often times he felt himself revisiting the events of his past. Standing alone upon the crest of a hill he appeared almost studious, his eyes lost to the torrent of thoughts that tumbled within his mind. Freed from the shadows of his favored hiding places he found relief within the embrace of the sun's filtered light. Melting into nonexistence had been almost too easy - the significance of time poorly spent had drawn him too easily away. The company he'd kept before had bored him into oblivion, his interest murdered before it'd even had a chance to thrive. It was sad, really. She'd been good, in that moment - but he'd taken better.

Needless to say, he had no intention of changing his ways or emerging as a new man. Enlightened by the thoughts that had plagued him. He was damaged, imperfect and numb to the effects of his many I'll advised endeavors. And proudly so. Change would forever be reserved for those too afraid of admitting the existence of their baggage.

Smirking, his eyes trailed the length of the many patches of muddied earth that cut through the thin layer of ice and snow. Like veins they paved a path only to meet centrally in the middle of the icy plain. That was where he needed to be. In the middle.

He saw her before her eyes found him. Pretty in a way that pricked his interest he watched as she picked her path through the snow. Remaining stoic upon his hillrise he allowed his gaze to shift away from her slowly approaching figure. She spotted him, her eyes finding his grey and black frame with ease. Luckily his bad reputation was only known by a few and, given the innocence of her eyes, she had not yet heard. He was not interested in idle conversation. His time spent alone had bred a restlessness and his hunger demanded to be satisfied.
 
Feigning surprise, he startled slightly at the sound of her voice. Turning his gaze upon her, he smiled handsomely. “My name is Arithmetic,” he offered, his voice as smooth as silk. “Tell me, Salacia, what is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

Niavity was a trait he found most attractive, especially in mares who traveled by themselves. Her smile is wide as it lights up her pretty eyes. Unashamedly he allows his gaze to trail hungrily upon the curves of her body. Meeting her eyes, her words were of little interest to him and he forced himself to listen. She was practically inviting his advances.

"Though I fear my company may be a bit boorish, I would be happy to offer you my... services." He smiled coyly as he inched slowly forward. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"