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A rumbling darkness had made its way slowly at first across the clear, if somewhat greyed skies, bringing with it a thick, smothering heat that had been more than enough to stoke his growing irritation. His recent hunt had gone poorly, a bloody mess left on the rocky earth beneath his hooves marking where he had made a small and unsatisfactory kill. Hunger continued to rumble deep in his belly, but it had reluctantly accepted the scawny rabbit for now--at least until he could find something better.

The stallion shifted faintly and lapped at his bloodied chops before he bore his stained fangs in a silent snarl at the thickening clouds that had swallowed all of the light. Sanguine eyes glittered as though in challenge before the heavens themselves relented and split, sending icy rains to drown the world below. They were carried on the breath of howling winds that cruelly whipped and soaked his glittering black hide, falling on broad shoulders and further matting the stringy crimson of his long mane. Nemesis snarled outloud this time, the sound low and aggressive while playful winds tugged at his wings, trying to snap them open. He was having none of it.

It would be foolish to try and fly in this mess. A bolt of lightning roared silently across the sky while the thunder crashed after it, like some mocking echo. The Kalona male's mood continued to plummet as he silently shifted forward, blackened lips curled back to bare his fangs. How stupid it was, being caught out in the rain...

Another bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, just like his teeth ached to wet themselves on something more substantional. Soon, soon. Something would undoubtedly be flushed out by this mess, be it an animal or another Soquili--he wasn't too picky. A sharp crackle caught his attention, ears swiveling to pinpoint the source while he paused, drawing himself powerfully upright to face this potential threat. He was a big male, with the strength and aggression to assert himself in almost any situation.... and now just wasn't the time to piss him off.

His narrowed eyes slowly tracked the dark demon that rippled forth out of the rain, great gouts of steam wafting from his body that coursed with molten veins. Nemesis could value the impressive display, but for now, took it at face value. His thick neck arched itself slowly, bony wings of red-ribbed flesh still held tightly against his muscular body to keep them from snapping open while his spaded tail began to flick in slow, menacing strides. His bad-temper was making itself known, but he'd never been one hide his feelings.

Taciturn as always, the glittering beast openly eyed the stranger, protesting not to his approach though making one thing quite clear--the other could pass on without a word, or he could try to engage in conversation and tread carefully. As another Kalona (though lately, that title seemed almost worthless from all the filth that sullied it), Nemesis was at least convinced enough to not make a meal of him. From the looks of it, he wasn't enjoying the rain any better... a grudging similarity, then.

He tossed his horned head without thinking as he felt himself being sized up, dull, sopping locks of red slapping wetly against the side of his neck. The other carried himself like a full-blood, this much was true... but if true Kalona could be lowered to such levels, then halfbloods would have little difficulty playing themselves off as something better.

The tension was thick as the burning monstrosity slowed, close enough that Nemesis could scent his strange, sulfuric scent. He barely caught the rumbling note over the sound of the storm, though, slowly, his soft lips fell across his teeth to shield them. "You don't look like one who'd enjoy being out in the rain." He said gruffly, nodding curtly in way of greeting.

When the other's eyes slid to the pitiful remnants of his meal, the male rumbled irritably to himself. "Storm scared off the best picks." It rankled with him more than it should have--he was no common scavanger, scrounging up whatever he could find! Perhaps that's why he hadn't wasted a lot of energy on hunting. He'd wanted a quick bite, and found out all too soon that that would be the only bite he'd get, at least for now.

A wordless rumble of acknowledgement drifted from the male while the rain continued to pool from the sides of his glimmering neck and body. With his mane little more than a dull, dripping sheet, stringy locks suspended in the air, Nemesis knew he looked foolish indeed. No matter. He'd come here to hunt, and as long as his damn mane didn't make to hinder him, he'd ignore it. The mention of hunting made him glance, and he might have acted a bit more aggressively had it not been raining. The cold water made him feel sluggish, and doused his raging temper to mild pricks of irritation.

Most mountains, he knew, were freezing unless active--and from the molten appearance of this other, Nemesis didn't find that hard to believe. "This yours?" He grunted a little, referring to the surrounding territory. If he'd intrudered, well... his current mindset was something like 'tough s**t'. It was raining, he was still hungry, and honestly not in the mood to make ammends. He still held himself upright and proud, though the tension in his arched neck faded when the stallion gave him hunting advice. Didn't mind then, did he?

"I'll keep that in mind." Nemesis grated quietly, still too focused on the wet to feel any sort of resentment that the other was helping him out. He'd never ventured out for a hunt during the thick of a storm, after all. "Nemesis." He offered without hesitation before trailing his baleful gaze across the other's steaming hide. "...Our numbers have dwindled by mixing with filthy blood." The growl trembled low and deep within his chest while his bloodied teeth ground against one another to express his displeasure. "You are?" He finally questioned once his temper flared out and went dormant once more.