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To all the dared to go near the darkest patch of the woods, the stench of decay would push them back. It wasn't hard to guess that many animals had died in the dark shadows within. Who or what had killed them remained a mystery. Even during the day, the woods remained dark. It was as if the branches of the trees worked in unison to keep the light out for the stallion that lived within.

Caine preferred it that way. It's why he chose this location above all others. The stallion hated the sunlight. His eyes were sensitive to the brightness it caused and he did not like the heat. The pale stallion preferred to come out at night or keep to the shadows as much as possible.

His hair was untamed and wild, soaked with blood from his kills. His horn, the instrument in which he used to achieve these kills was bloodstained as well. Caine wasn't quite like other stallions, let alone unicorns. He had a taste for blood. He detested the taste of flesh, preferring to eat fruits and vegetables to get his solid fill. Blood however.. to him it was sweeter than anything else. He was addicted to it.

Strewn around the stallion were the carcasses of many animals. Some had been there so long that they only bone was left. Others lay half eaten from the crows and other scavengers that lurked nearby.

His ears perked as he caught the sound of something stomping around nearby. It was too loud to be a small woodland creature which he would have preferred. Instead it came off as something bigger and this could only mean one thing. Something was invading his territory. Perhaps this creature was the reason that the animals were becoming scarce in this area, though Caine had to admit that he could be the problem himself. There were an awful lot of bodies about. The smell probably scared the animals off as well.

Either way, it had been awhile since Caine had tasted fresh blood and this agitated him. If the animals wouldn't come to him, he would have to go to them but first.. he would have to check out the threat nearby. If any creatures did happen to lurk nearby, surely that loud beast would scare them away.

"I'm no ghost. I'm afraid I'm something far worse," came Caine's reply. He was deathly pale and his black hair was matted with blood. His eyes were almost lifeless as he watched the other stallion though something stirred deeply within the blood red orbs. Caine wasn't quite sure what to make of the stallion. His hair reminded him of oranges and carrots. Did hair really come in such obnoxious colors?

"I do believe you're scaring away the animals. You know we unicorns. We need to have our woodland animals nice and safe to be content." Caine smiled. He was not your typical unicorn but chances are this stallion wouldn't realize it. As Caine stared into his eyes, something was missing. Sanity, perhaps.

With a curved lip, Ichigo opened his mouth and let his tongue hang lazily. It was always such a disgusting sight, but it was a habit he did constantly. It almost looked like a snake, but it was far more disgusting. "Worse? Oh please, enlighten me with what that is. Hopefully you are referring to a monster.." still holding a wide grin, he stomped his hoof and gritted his teeth. He was so spazztic, and he needed to move himself at all times.

Letting his eyes examine the skulls on the ground, he almost gave an understanding nod of happiness. "Safe... yes, safe with death sounds more pleasing." Letting his yellow eyes roll around the ground, he looked back towards the stallion happily. "I was worried for a moment, that you were 'actually' like other Unicorns. But it doesn't seem like we will have that problem here, now does it?" How ironic, that they both lacked inner sanity, and yet they both met so randomly.

Hearing something else around them, Ichigo let out a shrill cry of laughter. "Oh, it seems we have more company to play with!" He turned his head to examine what was roaming behind them.

Play with?

...Blood?

Ho boy well this definitely confirmed her suspicions. Once again the voices in her head had decided that she needed to learn another lesson and she had been plonked unceremoniously into yet another uncomfortable situation. Peachy, just peachy! If the stench wasn't enough to make her physically wretch (though she had gained control of that), she now had this to deal with and it posed quite a few problems.

She wasn't entirely sure she could take on two stallions, she wasn't even sure she could take on one so what in the hell was she meant to do? For a number of seconds she considered this little conundrum before experiencing what could only be described as an epiphany. She'd seen other creatures do it so she was fairly certain she could do it to.

She. Was. A. Tree.

No word of a lie, she imagined herself as a tree and quickly scooted between some of the undergrowth and a low lying branch. Using the branch to cover her face and the undergrowth to cover her lower legs - she could only hope that her glittering pink body would be taken as a tree trunk. The spirits would be nice and help her out surely? If not - maybe her 'sanity' or lack thereof would promptly scare them off.

Impure blood, that was it!

Caine could smell her. She was so sweet. He had been surrounded by stench so long that she came in like a spring breeze. He had to agree with the other stallion, she wasn't very good at hiding at all -- if that was indeed what she was doing. He couldn't see much of her except the legs but they were rather nice legs.

He was a little disappointed that she wasn't an animal. He really didn't drink the blood of his own kind though at this point, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea. No, he reminded himself. He was not yet that desperate. She was probably afraid of them. Who wouldn't be? He was curious how she came to be in this area. Probably got lost or something.

"Come on out, pretty lady," he called. He wanted to see if the rest of her was as nice as those legs. It had been awhile since he had seen a mare. Perhaps too long.

Pretty? Wait wait wait... did the white stallion just call the female.. PRETTY?!

Shooting the stallion a sharp glance, Ichigo crunched at his teeth and wondered what the hell the stallion was saying. So he wasn't going to hurt her? Then that probably meant that Ichigo should hurt the both of them! Peace wasn't the right option, and Ichigo felt frazzled in thought. What a jerk, making Ichigo think that he could relate somehow. But that just reminded him that trust was overrated, and he needed to stop hoping for it!

Taking a very noticeable snort, he glanced back at the female in a disapproving matter. "I'd like to see you try again, for all it will do is make me chase after you faster."

Ichigo dragged himself away from where he was residing next to the stallion, and he continued to glare at the both of them, wondering what he should do, and if he should do it.