Very little escapes the keen senses of the pale mare of cinnamon and sugar hues. Twin dials flicker as the sudden strong odor of testosterone fills her flaring nostrils, flooding her senses. Long lithe limbs hold her slender frame elegantly upon the jagged ridge as small ears perk amid the silver white wisps of her mane. Glacier eyes narrow at the gruff tones and immediately limbs are put into motion. Another horse may have shaken off the snow that lingered on their coat but Khar lived for the chill on her own russet-colored flesh. The snow dappled her back with more exotic spots than normal. Pale eyes focus upon the male of dark shadows as he moves confidently beyond the borders, ears buried beneath the thick mantle of his wind tattered mane. Tension flexes the muscles hidden beneath her skin as she moves towards him with long sweeping steps. Nimble hooves move with ethereal grace over the uneven terrain, adjusted as easily to the harsh environment of the winter peaks as the mountain goats who also shared their territory here. "Oh dear it looks as though you missed your calling. Pouting looks good on you." she purrs, amusement glittering her glacier eyes as she trains her gaze upon him. " Is there some reason you cross the borders of the valkyrie? Getting lost here might be a danger to your health" she adds, a light chuckle coating the hard venom of her tones.

His lack of physical warmth and the cold almost predatory gaze in his eyes sends a delightful chill across her skin just from being close to him. He was cold as ice; a glorious statue carved from thick obsidian stone. Had she been a foolish mare who craved the love of another she may have loathed his lack of warmth in his heart and the strange hardness of his gaze; but Khar'pern had no desire for such weakness either. A stone-hearted seductress of ice, Khar never found herself desiring affection. There were few things in this world that brought stirring feelings from there mare. The attentions of a male was not one of them.

Pale white tail flicks impatiently back and forth against supple flanks, pistons shifting the weight of her frame back and forth beneath her as she eyes him suspiciously, her patients wearing thin. "Who are you stallion?" she asks, her tones flat, devoid of emotions. Lets see what the wolf dredges up.

4yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | valkyrie of the peak