And just what good are you? (Fathom and Rockin' Blues)

[Dixie]

She had not long been out from the watchful eye of her mother. Contrary to what some believed, kalona mothers could be very caring... To their own. Fathom's mother had taught her everything she needed to know to survive on her own.. how to fight... hunt... stalk... and seduce.

It was a well known fact that her father didn't care much about keeping the lines pure, he would take any mare that caught his eye. Fathom was much like her father in the sense that she could be a very convincing mare when it came to playing nice to get what she wanted.

The day was beginning to slow down as the sun began to set. Thankfully the heat was fading just as quickly as the sun was. She was just inside the treeline, soon it would be time to hunt. The small mammals would be making their way home for the night... the perfect meal for a hungry mare.  

[Sweenys_Revenge]

Rockin' had only recently left his father's herd in favor of starting his own life. The world, he soon discovered with wide-eyed wonder, was much much much larger than he had ever imagined before. He hadn't seen much, but then again he'd only been out and about for a few days. Presently he was lounging in the emerald shade of a forest not far from a river, who's whimsical music had all but lulled him to sleep. He grinned to himself as water rushed around bends and over rocks, happily splashing in play. He sighed contentedly, burying his face further into his leafy bed with a smile. The sun was setting, casting a pleasant chill over the lands as it drew it's warmth away. Rockin's eyes were fast growing heavy and his body was lazy with fatigue. He'd walked most of today and the healthy aches were now dulled to a hum in his muscles. Sleep would chase away the pain, he knew.

The crack of twigs underfoot caused him to lazily open his eyes, casting unconcerned eyes around to find the source of the sound. His pink eyes finally settled on the blue mare, and with a bright smile he wiggled to face her. "Well good evening," he chirped, suddenly not tired at all with the prospect of company. "What brings you out to the woods at this time of night?" He neatly tucked his legs under his body, shaking leaves from his hair. "It's getting awfully late, are you heading home?"

 

[Dixie]

Her red eyes blinked at the stallion that was nestled down for the evening. Heading home?, she tilted her head, "My night has only just begun," she gave a wide toothy grin. She looked over the stallion, she was nice enough to look at... she guessed.

She wasn't in any particular hurry, as it was still just a bit too light for her to hunt. Her petite frame came to a stop just in front of the stallion so that she could get a better look at him.

The few rays left of the setting sun shown down upon him, it was clear now that he had unicorn blood running through his vain. Wretched creatures, she thought to herself. She eyed over him slowly, he could be of use... Perhaps.

"What's your name?" a casual tone to her voice.  

[Sweenys_Revenge]

What sorts of things do you do at night? The question seemed far too personal to ask, but that didn't stop him from wondering. Perhaps she was just more comfortable in the night. He'd met others who were, so why should this be any different? He grinned at the mare and accepted his own reasons for her affinity for darkness. He readjusted himself so that he could stand. The cold under his belly and legs made him shiver. "I'm Rockin', ma'am. Rockin' Blues, at your service." He bowed deeply to the mare, horn picking gently at the earth for a moment before he raised his head again. "If I may be so bold as to ask your name as well? Sorry to have been laying down. It was rude of me not to stand at once, I apologize!" He grinned again, his tilting to the side.