He slinks silently through the frost-encrusted grass like a creature on the prowl. His emerald eyes constantly scan his surroundings for any signs of life yet fail to hold the sparkle some may acquaint with the living - such beautiful eyes to so often filled with a nothingness too impenetrable to fathom. He continues forward with determination born of the gnawing hunger within his belly. The cursed season of chilled bones and buried foliage has once again swept the land almost overnight. Though the whispers of winter had curtailed within the ends of autumn, the colt had found himself reluctant to accept the foreshadowing of the season now in full swing. If he were being honest though, his time upon Tinuvel had imprinted upon him a reluctant liking for the permeating chill of winter.
The cream and white boy continues onward on his mission until he hears a voice in the throws of turmoil. He pauses while sighing with annoyance and allows his infuriatingly dainty ears to swivel to absorb exactly what the issue may be. The harried tones of another desperately searching for their father is enough to make him abandon his hunger. He remembers vividly the day his useless mother decided she was through with him. Once he had lived within a kingdom full of horses under the rule of Solomon, yet the pale woman had absconded with him during a night draped in darkness. He remembered being confused, then angry, as she had herded him out of the Cove's borders. She had left him on the outskirts of a place called the Lagoon and begged him to enter. He did the only thing he knew in his heart to be right - he had walked away from the place she wished him to be and allowed her to melt into the shadows. While he may not gave been wanted by the woman who called herself his mother, her abandonment still felt like a festering wound on days when the memory chose to resurface.
He approaches with the same eerily quiet manner with which he had been hoping to sneak through the commons. He halts as he watches the painted mare approach and lay claim to the dazed ebony male. Marik's expression instantly sours as she obviously uses the other's distress as an excuse to grow numbers within her herd. He knows it is unwise for him - also a homeless male - to approach a situation that already has a shark circling the innocents. He chooses to move forward despite his reservations though he does not know exactly why.
Before the larger brute can respond to the woman - Parvati, she says - Marik finds himself close enough to the pair to be slightly uncomfortable. His emotionless eyes flit between the two with disinterest, yet he finds himself compelled to speak. "Protection from someone else that will wish to abscond with him?" His tone drips sarcasm while his deceivingly lovely face remains expressionless. He moves away from the viper of a woman in case it occurs to her to nip him as well. He moves around the other side of the darker male before addressing him. "What ails you that you cry out so?" While he already has an idea of the answer - sudden abandonment, betrayal, loss - Marik returns himself to his normal silence as he awaits the separate reactions of his newfound companions.