They could have been sons of Loess, if things had gone a little differently. Not that he knew, of course, just how close it had been that he had been raised in the land of his conception, in his father's home. Instead, fate had taken he and his brother to the islands, where his mother had once dwelt. Such was life. And, life was such that they were meeting now.
He had been following his nose all morning, that particular feature having been keener than usual lately. It had lead him of island after a family of sea otters, across the forest spying on a family of deer, deeper into the forest following a bear's tracks, quickly out of the forest once the bear had been located and judged (extremely) unfriendly. The palamino colt had enjoyed the stretching of his leathery wings as they carried him beyond swiping claws and up into open air. He lazed over the air currents, heading west for a change of scenery when another scent caught his attention. Sweet and female and not entirely horse. Mostly horse. But there was an intriguing undercurrent that sent his curiosity burning.
The scales of his wings glinted multitoned blues as he drifted lower over the shining silver band of river beneath. There she was. A pale creature, almost his own tone, though her cream pieces were spotted instead of the broad swaths of golden hair he sported. Yes, that was definitely a horse, his eyes told him. No, there's something else, dummy , his nose insisted. Something tasty? His mismatched eyes blinked at the odd thought. But yes, that's what he felt. Something small, that would crunch between sharp teeth and wet his tongue with copper blood... whoa. That was a new train of thought. Still, his curiosity once piqued was not soon quenched without exploration. So that was what he would do.
He dropped to the earth in a graceful series of light steps, wings folding against his sides with a papery shushing. How she hadn't seen him overhead he didn't know, but she was looking at him now. Maybe. A little miffed at the landscape, he sidestepped away from the denser-than-it-looked brush, grinning at her called remark. "Good job, you have working ears." He quipped lightly, taking her in as he approached. He dipped his face to the river's surface, slaking the thirst he had built on his flight. Lifting his head again, now with beaded water clinging to the hairs around his muzzle, Santana dipped his head in greeting. "Hi... I'm, uh, I'm Santana." It was an awkward greeting, but really, she was much prettier up close. And that little tantalizing smell was much stronger. If Raul hadn't drilled it into his skull so hard when they were small that licking was rude, he might have tried to taste her already.
@[Venus]
He had been following his nose all morning, that particular feature having been keener than usual lately. It had lead him of island after a family of sea otters, across the forest spying on a family of deer, deeper into the forest following a bear's tracks, quickly out of the forest once the bear had been located and judged (extremely) unfriendly. The palamino colt had enjoyed the stretching of his leathery wings as they carried him beyond swiping claws and up into open air. He lazed over the air currents, heading west for a change of scenery when another scent caught his attention. Sweet and female and not entirely horse. Mostly horse. But there was an intriguing undercurrent that sent his curiosity burning.
The scales of his wings glinted multitoned blues as he drifted lower over the shining silver band of river beneath. There she was. A pale creature, almost his own tone, though her cream pieces were spotted instead of the broad swaths of golden hair he sported. Yes, that was definitely a horse, his eyes told him. No, there's something else, dummy , his nose insisted. Something tasty? His mismatched eyes blinked at the odd thought. But yes, that's what he felt. Something small, that would crunch between sharp teeth and wet his tongue with copper blood... whoa. That was a new train of thought. Still, his curiosity once piqued was not soon quenched without exploration. So that was what he would do.
He dropped to the earth in a graceful series of light steps, wings folding against his sides with a papery shushing. How she hadn't seen him overhead he didn't know, but she was looking at him now. Maybe. A little miffed at the landscape, he sidestepped away from the denser-than-it-looked brush, grinning at her called remark. "Good job, you have working ears." He quipped lightly, taking her in as he approached. He dipped his face to the river's surface, slaking the thirst he had built on his flight. Lifting his head again, now with beaded water clinging to the hairs around his muzzle, Santana dipped his head in greeting. "Hi... I'm, uh, I'm Santana." It was an awkward greeting, but really, she was much prettier up close. And that little tantalizing smell was much stronger. If Raul hadn't drilled it into his skull so hard when they were small that licking was rude, he might have tried to taste her already.
@[Venus]