Θuija
In the darkness of night he drifts. A nightwalker. It is the only time he will explore the open lands. Otherwise he sticks to the shadows of the cracks and crevices. Tonight was chilled as winter crept farther up the spine of Beqanna. It's entangled grasps seeping farther and farther into her core. He shuddered slightly before casting crimson gaze out onto the field.
The glow of moonlight luminated anything with a pale hue. His own scattered across his rump. It brought his attention to a form in the open. The entirety radiated like a beacon of sorts. Wicked lips curled to a grin as he stepped towards the creature. Blackened horns thrusted forward in curiousity. The grasses here crackled under hoof so he softened his step. The jackal crept closer. Soon to notice another slightly darker form gathered near. The stallion ceased his advancement to watch for a moment. Gauging the intentions of the meeting. Seems they are just a pair of outcasts. Perfect he hisses under breath. And so he continues towards them.
"Perhaps I can assist..." a menacing whisper emits from his throat. Crimson eyes burning brightly in the dark of night. Examining the moonlight mare then the horned creature. A grin creases his ebony lips to reveal pearly whites.
Wanna play a game?