[PRP] Opposites Don't Always Attract (Poloma and Kerberos)

[cyhorse]

The night was almost pitch black. Clouds blanketed the moon and stars. The clouds did not allow the moon or stars to even peek out at the soquili land just below. It was perfect for the night walking creatures that planned to seek a meal. Those that were considered heartless by the herbivores of the soquili land. And why was being a carnivore so frowned upon? Because it was murder? It was merely the circle of life.

A lone carnivore prowled the soquili lands slowly. Heavy hooves stepped with little to no grace. Kerberos looked around, his glowing red orbs piercing the dark night as he did so. They were one of few sources of light for the time being. The dark stallion smirked as he stalked after a lost doe who was disoriented in the dark night. His unicorn tail lashed back and forth as he stalked after his prey, just waiting for the right moment....  

[musicaloner7]

Indeed the darkness shrouded the lands, and covered many from seeing what crept in the shadows and crevices. Those who were too weak in mind to withstand the intimidating and easily contorting lightless night had all retired to safe havens.

Thankfully, Poloma was not one of those individuals. In fact, the night was a time of mystery and wonder, to her. And with the lack of light and slightly deterred vision, it only held chance for growth and new challenge. It was rare to have nights like this, after all, and best taken in stride.
Though she was not ignorant or a bigot when it came to the dangers that had been whispered and spoken of by her herd. They'd always told young foals not to give too much trust into Lady Night. For as elusive and beautiful as she may seem, she was very much easily comparable to a black widow.
'Tread lightly, dear one's. She save's only those who amuse her..'
Those words of the elders from her tribe rang strong in the mare's mind whilst stepping lightly through the silent night. Her legs crossed in a fluid motion, only causing a soft 'fst' with each placement of a hoof. Destination clear Poloma headed towards the more open of plains to cross them for the other side that held thick dense forests.  

[cyhorse]

Each step the stallion took made almost no sound, at least until a decaying leaf slid under his hoof. A loud crunch sound resonated through the thin air. When the doe spotted Kerberos, she quickly darted off. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he watched her go. He was not built for speed and knew the effort was pointless. There would be more creatures out tonight. Possibly even creatures that were more meaty than the thin doe.

Suddenly the stallion's attention was drawn in the direction of the clearing. In the distance, a lone figure stepped lightly. Another doe, perhaps? Kerberos watched the figure closely. No, it was too large to be a doe... a soquili? A disgusted look took on his features as he stepped along the edge of the forest. He watched as the light colored mare made her way through the clearing as though she weren't afraid. As if she hadn't learned about the night walkers that roamed the area. Tut tut, a foolish mare for daring to brave through the almost pitch black night. She would surely become a nice meal for a dark soquili.  

[musicaloner7]

As she traveled, her ears would twirk from time to time at hearing the crickets rubbing their legs to play a little tune. It was a calming sound for her, and also a great safety mechanism. If they were still chirping, that meant all was well.
Her steps began to slow, her nose twitching slightly at the crisp breeze wafting past her sleek body. It carried the scent of many inhabitants of the land... including one unseen lurking in the shadows. Tail perking, ears swiveling forward, Poloma let her nose guide her towards the source, but the lead was weak.. and eventually had faded. With a soft snort of her nose, the mare watched around her surroundings before slowly letting her neck lower to take a few nibbles of the tender grasses. Perhaps they would reveal themselves with seeing how 'off guard' she appeared... It was a method she'd learned from the tribe.
Tasting the damp greens, she chewed carefully so as not to block her ears from listening intently, peeking between the swaying blades, though the crickets sung on.  

[cyhorse]

As the mare lowered her head in a defenseless position, he couldn't help but smirk. Another beast of the night could take her. He had no interest in soquili meat. He continued to step heavily along the edge of the forest, attempting to blend with the surroundings of the dark night. All that gave him away were the glowing crimson orbs that pierced through the pitch black shadows of the forest. Kerberos attempted to stay as quiet as possible, avoiding the mare and any contact that could come from her noticing him and wishing to strike up a conversation he had no interest in.