[mature] Smoke and Mirrors || Come one, come all.

[Covalto]

Eyes deceive not. He is there, solid as stone if she cared to come close enough to see. The woman stood a distance away but the stallion can see her none the less. Silver eyes study her momentarily before the flick away. Uninterested. The man was one of little tolerance and few words, but the woman stays none the less.

The roan speaks and he turns his head to face her fully. They are the same height, and a similar build. Muscles lock and the stag finds her amber gaze in the darkness.

"No."

The voice is gruff and deep as an ocean cave. 

"You are?"

Her name is saught because his own was not. Satellites flick to catch a response if there is to be one. Powerful legs shift and he realizes she is closer, and unafraid. If he could manage one he might have smiled. This is no the case however, and the harsh line of his lips does not twitch.  

Perhaps they were the same, the two equines. He sensed a deep entwinement between these lands and the mare, a long and dark story that he wanted to hear. Maybe the night would bring forth some fun for him after all.