[PRP] Allies or Enemies? Surely not friends! (Hab X Aleksei)

[.Tortured. .Pumpkin.]

Okay, so I'm making this RP. And I'd like *one* person to join. XD
Backstory for Haborym:
He is currently on a mission to find his son Wallace, who killed Haborym's mate. So Haborym will do anything in his power to track him down and kill him. If you have a nice, innocent Soq participating, let me know! Hab can be fairly manipulative if he needs to be.
For this RP, it will ICly be Autumn! So please describe the scenery accordingly if you are to reference it. This is before the renewal event, so no drought or fire or flood mentioning please! Thank you! <3

Blurred vision and heightened hearing helped the Kalona to survey the surrounding area. The cool, dry air was refreshing to his nostrils, and it emerged once again as puffs of pale steam. Falling acorns and rustling leaves in the mild wind caused his dark ears to twitch, but did not throw off his concentration. It had taken him months to track the hybrid to this spot, and he'd missed him once more. Anger and frustration caused Haborym to paw at the ground uneasily before letting out a low growl. He may have escaped, but Wallace most certainly had not bested the old beast. It was Haborym's job to make sure that the young fool was made very well aware of that.

The sun rose slowly into the sky, creeping through the clouds to make for a fairly pleasant day. Although it was rather chilly out, the sun's warmth felt good on the old stallion's strong back. The trees had lost much of their leaves at this point, while others clung on in the autumn breeze. The yellows and reds in this part of the world were something the stallion had never seen before, and he couldn't help but to observe them in mild awe, which was likely the most he could muster. However, very much at the front of his mind, Wallace's betrayal played. It was taunting him. The fire in his heart grew, and he pressed on.  

[Novablu]

The day was crisp--not warm, not cold, but carrying a wariness on the wind that one might consider crisp, and Aleksei did. The sun beamed down on her red pelt, sleek and the color of rubies, but did little to warm her. The wings behind her ears quivered with each wing beat, four long ruby wings spread to glide across the air, her body slicing through the day like a bullet. Her eyes scanned the grounds, ears keen to the sounds of the season, but she paid no mind to the falling leaves or the crunch of branches--no, she was listening for something more.

And then she smelled it--the reek of kalona, wings made of gargoylic leather and a tail longer than that of a snake with a dangerous spade at the tip. Oh, she knew their kind. Their evilness tainted the world like a scourge, killing with fang and goring with horns and reveling in the blood that would fall from their screaming prey’s throats.

Her entire body sizzled--both with the thrill of the hunt and that old feeling of panic searing through her. Her doubts--doubts she once never thought of, but now that she had a mate and a family, they were stronger, demanding her attention and energy. She set her jaw and swooped down to land gracefully, wings folding in even as her skin pricked. She flared her nostrils, picking up the scent of the demon and her ears pinned flat against her skull, eyes narrowed.

She would find him. And if she was lucky, she would kill him.

Because it truly came down to luck. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she was immortal.  

[.Tortured. .Pumpkin.]

His keen ears instantly picked up on the sound of rustling leaves caused by a large creature landing near them. He smiled coyly. Perhaps today was his lucky day. He inhaled deeply, only to be disappointed. The scent was not that of his son's. But perhaps this other horse would know where he was. Unafraid, he headed in the direction of the other Soquili.

Haborym kept his wings tucked in tightly and his tail lax. He did not want to appear as a threat to the other being. After several encounters, he'd learned that manipulation was a significantly more effective tool than intimidation. After a few moments, he smelled the air again, unable to find the other being. He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes in an attempt to make the blurred shapes around him more rigid.  

[Novablu]

She heard the movement and shimmied sideways, keeping herself low, neck snaking out to try and catch a glimpse of the large predator. The winglets near her ears trembled as she stood still, breathing in his hot scent. Male. Purebred, which meant dangerous. She’d feel a tad more confident against another mare, as she’d met plenty with poor impulse control, but the stallions… They were trickier. Stronger. Bigger. Her heart quickened its beat.

That’s when she saw him--black and green with stripes patterning his coat and horns that spiraled like a ram’s--but that’s not what unsettled her. It was the fact that his empty eyes were searching through the trees for her. He knew she was here. Her body stiffened, nostrils blowing harsh breath outward. There was little chance of a sneak attack. Little chance of catching the brute off guard.

Damnit.

Could she try for coy? Was coy even in her dictionary? The idea of trying to weasel closer to the monster sickened her, made her blood run cold and thin in her veins, but what other choice was there. It was too late for flight--she’d be prey if she ran now. Double damnit.

Finally she folded her wings tight against her body, flicked her ears back, and slinked forwards. To greet him. To look death in the eye. She didn’t hesitate, her strides purposeful as she pinned him with her gaze. He was bigger than her, well muscled, but she calmed herself with the fact that she’d taken down beasts bigger than he.

Keep telling yourself that, Lexi, her mind whispered.

“Looking for me?” she barked, voice husky.