Saxon could not place the unfamiliar sensation that caused him to pause with uncertainty as his red orbs drank in the sight of a pale white mare with raven tresses glowing in the scant light provided by what little moonlight was able to filter through the clouds that scudded slowly across the sky. A sound of metal against metal reached him causing Saxon's ears to p***k forward in alertness. Just what was this pale beauty doing out at night by herself. The stallion's keen gaze scanned the area around her. He did not see anyone else and just what where those sounds that he kept hearing? Something on the mare's body glinted in the faint moonlight and Saxon was confused. The stallion withdrew from the area. He would have to play this by ear.
Saxon was clearly intrigued by this newest visitor to his area. Although he traveled frequently there was an area that he liked to consider as his alone. It was this area that he had fashioned a makeshift shelter. He would use this shelter to hide in during the day and then emerge like a shadow in the evening. Unlike his mother he did not feel the disabling condition of being subject to hypersensitivity headaches from the sunlight but he felt awkward shuffling about in daylight.
The stallion gave a customary shake of his mane and tail before entering his sacred area. The weapon that he carried in his teeth was dropped to the ground in a careless manner before he sank to the ground. Wearily Saxon mentally tabulated his night’s observations before realizing that this strange new mare did not fit his victim profile. He had observed her a few times before tonight but from a further distance. She did not seem to have foals with her but he found himself drawn to seeking her out more and more. What was it that changed his prospective on victims?
Groaning in frustration Saxon realized that attempting to sleep during the night would not be easy. Picking up his cleaver once again the stallion exited the area and took a path away from the temptation of the pale stranger. He would need to hunt down something to satisfy the craving that he was experiencing all of a sudden. Saxon found this need irritating but the idea was to continue to learn more about this mare before he would introduce himself to her. Whether or not he would actually go through with an attack was still unknown even to him. A slight rustling caught his attention and Saxon grimaced in distance. It would be another night feasting on small creatures it seemed. There was something that just seemed wrong about feeding from creatures that were smaller than him and more easily killed. They just did not have enough blood in their bodies to satisfy his hunger and he usually ended up killing them in the process of slaking his thirst.
