You Mad Bro? (Lav/open)

[nala]

Shadow and nightfall had always been a favorite in Pilate's family. The black, beastly stallion had matured into a fine mirror of his late father, Caiaphas. Walking nimbly through the trees of Drulan he reflected on his childhood, making sure to stay in the extra dark shadows of the trees in the midnight hour. His eyes glinted as his mother, the sweet Eleazar, came to mind. Her golden hued coat was a refreshing image to the dark family of the mountains. She along with his aunt, Galadriel, was one of the few cream colored equines in his family. The rest bore their hearts on their sleeves, the blackness that resided within coated there pelts and dripped from their lips as they made their way through life, scrambling to the top of the monarchy.

Pilate shook his head, relieving himself of the memories he had always tried to erase. The night had come and he was anxious for a lady. Anxious for anyone really. It had been a while since he'd had a decent conversation and he could feel his vocal cords hum with anticipation as he called out a hello, his deep bass echoing off of the trees.

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•• Descanso

Descanso had traveled through the land where he was born for days. It was still as beautiful as he could remember. Eyes scanned his environment, pearly drops adorned his pelt. His legs wavered through the vast forest with tremendous agility, relying on his senses. A dim crescent moon, concealed behind some clouds was the only source of light she would get tonight, venturing into the woods. Branches of various trees along with their leaves intertwined with each other. Flanks quivered, breath fast as he ventured onward through the woods. The humid air wasn't much of an aid to his physical condition. Even though he was strong, he had traveled far. Continuing his journey through Drulan, his senses were all on edge - hoping he would find another equine. He was dying for some company, Descanso felt more alone at this moment than he had ever felt. And soon enough, he heard another horse calling out. He flared his nostrils into the scent of the other horse. Another stallion. That could be interesting. As he wandered onward, he followed the sound where the call came from, and when he saw the black stallion he nodded as a greeting "Evenin'." he spoke.

[nala]

"Well hello." Pilate's massive head raised as the stranger bounded to his place. He was older, or at least that was the feeling Pliate got. However, with age came a heavy breath. Pilate's coat glinted with sweat from the humid weather but this stud also looked slightly winded. A smile crept across Pilates face as he took in details in the dark. "I'm Pilate." A sweet introduction, short and to the point. To be honest the black brute was slightly disappointed the pretty coat in front of him was not worn by a fae.

"What brings you to Drulan?" Pilate was not a herd member, but he knew this beast was not either, officially at least. A heavy hoof hit the ground as the smoke hued stallion squared his feet beneath himself. Waiting for an answer. They were still yards apart, but with each passing moment Pilate felt his neck muscles stretching closer and closer, trying to get a smell of who this stranger really was. The wind was not in his favor.