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Draven eyed both the mares as he stopped a distance away from them, his head raising a little to scent the air. He had to wonder why one mare smelt like humans, he hated the 'pests' with a passion. Dark eyes narrowed themselves as he turned his attention away from the human scented mare to the other one that greeted him. "Evening" was the only work uttered from him before he looked back to Hyacinth. "You smell of human"

Though it was kinda obvious to those that knew the scent, it was certainly making the armored stallion edgy as he lowered his masked head. The three sharp spikes that protruded its front looking quite dangerous. A threatening jester it was, but he wouldn't use those spikes, not on those of his 'kin'. Humans, they were another story. The larger set of his duel wings stretched themselves to his sides as he watched the mare carefully. Ears ever alert.

Her courteousness shifted quickly to skepticism as the body language of the male changed. The evidence pointed quite obviously to the fact that he had an issue with humans or the way they smelled. Without thinking she closed the space between herself and Hyacinth, instantly becoming protective of the mare she had only just met. Her muscles tensed as she grew uneasy but she managed to keep a polite smile upon her face so as not to draw too much attention. After all, she did not wish to startle the stallion any more than he already was. She was just about to comment on Hyacinth’s remark about ‘the keeper’ when the mare began to prance around her.

She couldn’t help but to allow for a gentle laugh as her new companion danced around her gleefully. “Pretty dance.” Andromeda commented softly, prancing gracefully in place so as to hopefully diffuse the situation. Turning her glowing eyes upon the stallion she again bowed her head, attempting to let him know they meant no harm, and that humans were not around. “My name is Andromeda, and this pretty prancing mare is Hyacinth.” She offered delicately, stopping her prancing and assuming a more serious posture. She needed to make him feel at ease so they could all enjoy one another’s company rather than feeling tension.

Draven glared at the half-witted mare that suddenly started to prance around the other. Clearly her head wasn't on her shoulders in the same way his was. what brain she might have had was lost in a sea of emptiness. Taking his attention off the prancing mare he turned his attention towards the one that became protective. "All I see is a human raised sow. Nothing that has a name, a mindless beast of human production." Harsh words yes, but words that came to him easily seeing his own mother was nothing more then human breeding stock many years ago.

Draven was indeed an older stallion, one who had seen much in his time with and away from humans. He had the scars of his human owners, ones that marred his body from being as perfect as it should have been. Though his coat was starting to thicken and fill in over some of his scars, most were still clearly visible where his mane didn't cover. Folding his larger wings down again, he turned his head away from the mares. The name my sire gave me is Draven" Making a point to not mention the name his human, a wealthy brat had given him. It was one that he wished and had almost forgotten until he found this, Hyacinth, who smelt like a human.

"How many humans followed you to this land?" he asked Hyacinth, ignoring Andromeda, he was ready to muscle his way past her if he had to, he never tried to harm anyone, but would do so to get answers.

Andromeda was absolutely appalled by this brash stallion’s behavior toward Hyacinth. Her body went rigid as she stared at him in utter disbelief. Had he truly just said such horrid things about a Kirin he hadn’t ever met? She was so caught off guard by the scene she didn’t even hear Hyacinth ask for a carrot. “How can you speak so cruelly of someone you have just barely met?” Though she was burning within she kept a level and calm tone, frustration wasn’t something she normally encountered but this was a rare situation. Rather than allowing her guard to go down she felt even more protective of the mare beside her.

The stallion spoke his name but Andromeda hardly heard it, her ears were ringing from his earlier comment. She was very glad that Hyacinth seemingly hadn’t understood, but felt that by her speaking of humans she would further upset him. Obviously this situation would not lack tension, and frankly, she didn’t appreciate the way this stallion was treating Hyacinth and herself. Raising her head she made it evident she would not be so easily pushed aside should he want to bring harm to anyone here. “Pleasure.” She returned without gusto.

Turning her attention to Hyacinth she listened to the description of the ‘keeper.’ To her knowledge Andromeda had never encountered a human, but there was a gaping hole in her memory that had yet to be filled. From what she could make out the human had loved Hyacinth and had taken joy in being around her. She eyed the stallion curiously as he questioned how many had followed her. She would allow Hyacinth to answer the question but she would be there should anything happen.

She heard Draven's words and tried to comprehend them. Steady. Stay. The Keeper said this when grooming her and she began to fidget. Steady. Stay. Stay was not to move. Not to move from The Keeper. But, Hyacinth didn't want to move from The Keeper. She was forced to move. Leave! Go away! The strange man had yelled at her, chasing her out of what had been her home for as long as she could remember. But outside of her home... was what looked like more home. It smelled different, but looked the same. Dead! Your master is dead! Leave! Go away! She didn't know much about the word dead. Not what it truly meant. But, she knew enough to understand that it meant she would never see him again. "Dead." She let the word fall flatly out of her mouth.

But, while she missed The Keeper, she could never find anything wrong with this place. It wasn't strange, or frightening. The lack of carrots was a bit disappointing, and she wasn't very good at finding food. She was always hungry. There were lots of others who looked like her, and still more that did not. Her curiosity about this new "home" was endless.