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This is a roleplay between Constatine and Valdoth
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A new begining, friends and a chance encounter.
Season: It is just the beginning of winter, the air is frosty and plants are beginning to die, turn brown, trees are loosing their leaves some are already bare. Snow even drifts in from time to time. Animals are scurrying about tog ather food for the winter, winter birds moving in and other migrating South to warmer temperature. Overall, the winter chill creeps closer and closer.

A dark stallion moved slowly through the softly falling snow that had begun to dance through the sky, hoping to blanket the earth with a soft layer of downy icing. Said stallion was coursing his way along the edge of a lake, eyes staring down at the water as only the edge seemed t be ice, and it was thin. Slanting his neck downward, his large nostrils flared at the ice, watching as his breath swirled along the air and leave a breath mark on the ice. Flexing his wings slightly, this was the first time he noticed ice upon the water, for when he was born he did not know snow existed. He was kept within a cave with his mother and family. Lifting his head, his demonic eyes stared forward while the long tendrils of his silvery mane cascaded around him in a slight breeze. His cloak fluttered with his hair, and his wings flexed once more.

His ear flicked to the left, a soft sound floating to his ears that was out of place from the soft movement of the water, or the clacking of branches hitting together. It was the sound of footsteps, soft and very hard to recognize right away. Dark, black eyes turned toward the sound, the demonic iris swirling with red and orane as it stared over the lake. The large, overly muscled black stallions flared his notrils to catch a scent, his wings flexing against his back.

Shifting his weight, anyone could hear the loud clank the armor on his hindlegs gave off, showing his heritage. Although his massive size should show that too, it was exactly his grandfather's size, on his father side. As his hooves moved, swirled of sparkling blue fire danced joyfully, while his blue cloak snapped behind him. It was like his mother's cloak, yet manly.

His demonic eyes stared across the water, their scute senses snapping onto a figure of some Yuma. No emotion came from said eyes, as the breeze pushed and swirled the stallion's hair around his neck, showing his Grandmother's royal red mark upon his neck. Although no emotion came, the large stallion was curious as to who was across the lake.

As the other stallion seemed to scrutinize him, he in turn scrutinied as well. He had figured out the other was a stallion just by the way he moved his head, bowing to him mockingly. females seemed to flock to him, males did not. Flicking his demonic tail out from under his cloak, he flicked his ear slightly.

His massive horns were bent forward as he arched his nack back in a strong arch, showing pride and arrogance, also a slight annoyance at the other's mock bow. A loud snort escaped his flared nostrils, swirls of water vapour dancing in his dark face.

What did this other want from him? Why did he care? And why didn't Constatine turn his back ont he other?

Because his mind was piqued in curiousity, and so thus causing his silver hooves to move along the edge of the water, as if being pulled by the other. If anything, his massve size wanted to overtake the other, or to simply walk on without care. But his deep, demonic eyes remained locked onto the other.

Burning pools of demonic hatred stared into the glowing red of the other male, the crimson he had seen in many other Yumas not causing him to be output. Scared. Nothing. He was used to the glowing orbs of the lime green others in his herd. Or the herd leaders.

At the sight of fangs glinting from white lips, Constatine almost outright laughed at the sight. Trying to frighten him again? Snorting again, he returned the smile with one of his own, revealing all his teeth as searted pointed teeth, like that of a shark.

Flicking his demonic tail as he moved, his armoured legs clanking slightly with his silvery mane blowing around his neck. Fluttering his lashes, they were slightly too long for his eyelids, and full like a woman's.

As the other landed, Constatine couldn't help but lift a brow at the smaller stallion, his dark brow curling up into his silver mane that trickled over his cheeks and face. Snorting, he nodded his head in a slight greeting, still keeping it arrogantly arached.

"Good evening to you as well." Anyone could pinpoint the deep, rhymatic purr of the german family that resided within the realm, his thick ancent dancing over his tongue and floating in the air. Flicking his ear, he stepped back slightly from the edge of the water, allowing more room for the stallion to walk about from.

Flicking his tail, his coat snapped as well behind him, his wings flexing against his back. What did this one want from him.

Flaring nostrils out, scenting the male before him through the chilly air. Something odd was about the one before him, it smelt similar to the vampires wthin his heard. And the fangs the white stallion had were only proving his species.

Flicking his ear, he turned his head and glaced away from the other, over the water and only sighing at the question he was given. His home was a wreck. "The place my bloodline calls home has been tainted." The tone tumbled from his chest, hatred and hurt piercing through the tone like a knife would through the heart.

Bending his neck down, he almost came eye to eye with the other, but refrained from doing so, he only huffed loudly and brought his neck back to it's arogant stature. Moving from the other, he paced down the water's shore some, keeping a defensive distance between them. His training within the mountains had him completely alert at all times.

The vampire was right, he was not a full bloodied German. But his mother spoke the language, her own tone had taken on the accent. Pity Constatine was not born in his beloved Bloodline homeland, but he was still forever loyal to his blood. And his Grandfather, Nightmare.

Flicking his demonic tail, he turned his head back to the vampire behind him, the fire in his eyes blazing along the black of the rest of the eye in interest. Blinking his long lashes, he only shook his head slightly, turning his head back infront of him.

"There is no time for break, I was searching for my younger brother before you came along." Another snort rolled from his nostrils, it seemed a complete habit by him to constantly snort. It was a bad habit, but it kept him sane when his mind was in turmoil.

"I am not leaving you, I am simply remaining a distance." His voice rumbled once more, the deep tone of a defensive male booming from his throat as his silver hooves stopped as he gazed at the other.

"Come now, if you wish to stay, at least state a name." A slight smirk twinkled at the edge of his lips, a slight playful manner came to his voice. His arrogant stance relaxing slightly, but only for a moment. He soon tensed again.