anyone;

[Stillwater]

Stillwater

He was bored today, too restless to seclude himself to his cave. It was a rare thing to happen but, then, here he was. Sleek and wet, as was his usual, the magnificent black traced the coastline. His hooves dragged lazy paths in the sand as he followed his queen at a distance. Grit caked to his damp feet as seawater slid down his legs. His inky hair was still soaked from his dip in the ocean and cascaded down either side of his neck in random sections.

A small river played as a border between the territories, Nayl standing just on the other side. He paused as he watched, glancing over the two males that had approached her. They all three stood apart, like strangers, but the men on their side of an invisible line, and her alone on the other. He felt hunger pluck at him and, staying along the coast where the sea reach out and touch him, he resumed his approach.

Sand was swept back to the ocean as the river rinsed his feet, gliding through it with that beautiful trickle of playful water. It licked eagerly at his limbs like a pet, sending an electric buzz through his veins. He joined them in time to hear the chestnut's name, Rodrik, as he slid in place a few feet from Nayl's side. The man was not quite as fiery and vibrant as her eyes, but close.

With a subtle acknowledgement in his cool eyes for this Rodrik, his gaze flowed to the other, the horned one. He looked on in dull curiosity, but said nothing to either of them, or even to Nayl, content to simply observe and be present.