Silver-white eyes are watching from the thickness of his tangled black mane. Rarely had he ever thought to return to the field ever since he had been found by Nayl but now Castile rules Loess and they needed numbers to grow. The dragon was not required to do much but he felt the need to move and to find fresh blood to fill the new generations of his home. They all needed fresh bodies and clear minds untainted by history and lore.
The gold of autumn sun glinted against the gunmetal blue of his skin with malicious intentions but the man tolerates it with squinting eyes. Across the field are a few horses lingering, some hopeful and others shy, but the pale eyes fall onto a shaow mare with a smirk. She was dangerously alone and even Lior is not immune to the pheromones that float cross the cool air. He grunts softly, nostrils wide and scenting, as the heavy hooves draw him towards her with eyes trained.
"Mare-child, it is not safe for you here." The older man grunts between sharp teeth as he nears her smaller form. A single silver eye floats against the darkness of his looming form as he eyes her cautiously, careful of magic she could possess. He settles near her; filtering her scent, his form larger and protective naturally as he has already claimed her with his actions. A small curl of smoke is observed as he exhales. He does not liek the field and wants to avoid confrontation from any lusty men who should seek to ravage the younger mare or attempt to get between her and himself.
Lior does not offer his name nor any other guidance as his voice is like gravel grinding under hoof . His body remains tense and rigid with the occasional snap of his long tail at flies that attempt to rest on his skin though. He is ready to nip at the curve of her hip and drive her home to Loess should she prove to difficult though he will entertain small conversation if it meant a more peaceful resolution to the already decided fate of the smoke and mist youth.
but i can still remember just the way you taste