Primus had picked up her smell the moment she entered within 200 feet of him; so when she crossed the border, the lurking leviathan stalked silently behind her. The yellow streams of sunlight were beginning to fade, the glossed glow the gray's once bright eyes was now tarnished and somewhat dull. His mismatch eyes still held their typical blue / green tint, but the fresh vibrant color had long since diluted with a much paler colors, turning them into a silvery hue.

He trailed her by smell, not by sound or sight, keeping a safe distance between them - staying down wind, insuring his scent was masked as well. As she traveled he matched her every step, moving fluidly through the familiar forests, pulling and releasing the translucent shadows as he slithered along, hot on her dainty little heels.

“Hello little biscuit,” His voice boomed from behind her ear, he'd stolen his opportunity to make an eerie approach, his breath hot against the back of her sensitive neck skin. He recluses very quickly, avoiding any possible kicks or bites, his massive body moved with the grace of an Arab, twisting and pivoting to smoothly slide several safe feet away from her, dipping his head casually to the water as he watched her with a fiery and devious twinge burning a hole through his mind.

His eyes stayed with her as he drank, the gulps few and far between, after a while he seemed to be just peering up at her and holding his mouth in the water.

Her eyes flitted over him and that was his signal for go; his body melting toward her with oily ease, slithering in a tight circle around her before settling shoulder to shoulder with her, although his shoulder was much much higher than the smooth muscled tip of her withers. Primus's nose moved softly over the bridge of her silky nose, hot drawly breaths blowing from his nostrils - the adrenaline of being so close to a mare (it's been a while) caused his jaw to clench tightly as he wriggled his lips against hers.

“Well aren't you a cocky little bird...” His hind limbs began to fidget, lifting and twitching as if his back legs were on fire - but as any stallion knows, it was not his legs that were on fire...

Primus contained himself, pulling his nose back into place; his slate glassy eyes tilted curiously at the mare. “I'm Primus - and what should I call you?”

The steel colored stallion let his eyes follow her stiffly, not blinking as he did so - his lips twitched ever slightly, unveiling his anxiousness. His nostrils quivered, the wind passing over and under him gently, catching his heavy dread-lock chunky tendrils as it traveled on. She tilted her seductive doe eyes with a luring glow, his lungs drew in a deep and preparing breath as she fluttered her long, lace like curled lashes. Primus let his eyes wander, slipping up and down before finally settling on her face once more; "No, this isn't my land.." His voice boasted from his chest, his jaw some-what pressing down, the words seemed almost growled from his throat.

We really should be getting home, eh muffin?

His lips again, lacking any restraint, chaffed slithered against her ribcage, once again the dappled stallion positioned himself to stand shoulder to shoulder beside the mare - his color faded eyes hungrily watching her face as he boldy explored her body with his lips, nose, and sometimes tongue. “Atreya..” He groaned the name as he pressed his muzzle into her neck, sucking in her smell as he did so, a sudden noise pulling his attention away; ears and eyes pinning to the direction of this suspicious noise.

“We should get out of here, Atreya.” Her name came through his mouth in a defined, regal tone - his face slowly turning to face her as his focus returned to her, a wry grin crooked across his silver lips.

Her cool, sultry eyes felt warm against him, the wrinkles and dips of his dark dappled skin - his slate eyes slipping over the uncensored angles of her delicious body.Her skin made contact with his own, his lips quivering to nip teasingly at her muzzle as it whispered passed his whiskers. He returned the gesture with a soft, charming touch of his own, taking the slow hot breaths billowing from his nostrils and trailing them down her curved, delicate neck. Again his loins jittered and tingled with the urge to drape himself over her, to wrap his front limbs like a cage around her barrel - but he was much mor advanced then that; a classy boy such as Primus would never do such activities here...

....we wait for home, of course.....

A wry grin met her sweet, innocent smile; her porcelain face glittering perfectly against the dim and fading sunlight. “I know a place, it's not far from here, angel...I could take you there now.” A firm, but somewhat playful nip sank into her cream colored shoulder, his silver body launching from the point where he stood, tossing his heels and head up in the air like a horse that's been locked up for days. His ears pinned, legs kicking outward as he bucked and jerked from one end to the other, heading for her at a full galloping stride - he came inches of hitting her as he screamed passed, turning sharply around her, his shoulder centimeters from the dirt as he nearly laid down to make a skidding turn around the mare, tearing off in the opposite direction.

He dared her to follow.