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Enyalius had snuck off the rocky mountain his new ‘family’, that thought made him snort, called home. He was tired of being around the stupid lesser; they were grating at his nerves and making it hard to keep up his charade. The colt leapt up into a huge fallen log his tail swinging back and forth; he studied the shadows with critical eyes eyeing everything he saw. He wanted interaction, with something better than the hodgepodge of dumba**es from where he’d just come.

Enyalius was larger than your average foal, but he was leaner too, built almost like a slightly taller than natural Arabian. He had the ability to bulk up nicely when he aged but for now he was still very young. A soft breeze made his bright blue mane rustle momentarily against his neck. Like much of his family, he knew he was a handsome creature, even so a handsome creature, even though he was young, and would only become even more so once he reached adult hood.

He froze like a living statue when a soft rustle nearby reached his ears, slowly turning his head Enyalius scanned for foliage at the forest floor. His tail curled around his hind leg and he shifted.

Diving off the log he took off into the undergrowth after whatever small creature that had just passed to close.

Enyalius thought he heard a crunch, and the scent of blood. His ears twitched and his head jerked in the direction. The sudden distraction caused him to miss his mark, the colt instead landed on an icy patch and slid. He also hadn't noticed the embankment and before he could dig in the kalona colt was slide through snow, thorns raking at his sides. Despite the uncontrolled slide though Enya didn’t show an ounce of fear or let out any yelps. He tucked his wings in close so the sensitive leather wasn’t harmed in the chaos. He also closed his eyes as thorns raked across his face.

When he finally stopped Enyalius could have sworn that the smell of blood was even closer, not only that but the area wreaked of death and decay. Opening an eye, he peered at the blood stained snow … and a massive leg ... that was weird. Tilting his head up the colt caught sight of the large stallion standing above him. His appearance would have horrified most, but it only made Enyalius blink open both eyes and turns his head to peer at him even more closely.

He flicked his tail running his spade across the snow and tossed his head, the bright blue mane shifting and curling around the extra horn jutting from the center of his forehead.

Enyalius peered at him for a moment longer, sizing the stallion up. He was struck rather oddly by the macabre beauty of the black stallion before him, it was a feeling like someone seeing a masterful piece of art for the first time. He gawked silently at first then finally remembered he was laying in a pile of snow. With a sudden toss of his head Enyalius rose quickly to his hooves, testing all of his legs making sure none of them were broken.

He finally turned back towards the stallion stretching his leathery wings out he gave his whole body a quick shake to remove any snow clinging to his hide. He eyed the blood on the snow and his stomach growled for a split second before he pushed the feeling down and turned his eyes fully on the stallion and eyed the stallion closer. The bodied broken horn drew his attention 'unikalona?'. He'd heard of them, but had never actually meet a true unikalona.

The stallions voice made him perk his ears and he cocked his head then grinned wide, his lips pulling back over fangs in a Cheshire cat's grin before purring out in a deep voice, for a foal, with a hint of a German accent "aaaa pooor little lost kalona" he pretended to pout but there was a hint of insane amusement to his eyes.