sephiroth
Sephiroth watches her, narrowing his eyes slightly with interest, the corners crinkling. She steps closer, boldly, and he matches with a step of his own. It had been some time since he'd felt warmth in his cheeks from the attention of a woman. He was not ugly by any means, in fact he was quite handsome, but he'd sequestered himself like a caged bird in the Thicket for far too long. He watches closely as he circles him, turning his arched neck to allow his gaze to follow, refusing to look away for even a moment. A handsome prince? That is what he was, wasn't he? His father had been a king, after all. Sephiroth chuckles, the corners of his lips lifting.
"I'm not much of a prince anymore," he admits, raising a brow. There were talks of a more formal alliance on Luthien, but it was still very much divided. The shift of power in the Savanna had seemingly changed things and he had yet to meet the feral woman it had been said had taken to stalking the sea of golden grass.
"Would you settle for a king?" He might not have been a king of an entire island, but the Thicket was his and his alone. Alone.
She halted directly in front of him and Sephiroth's nostrils quivered as he took in her scent. It was hard, here of all places, to separate her smell from the rest but she was closer now. He drew his head up and back, his ever-green eyes focused entirely on her. The mare reached out her muzzle and this time it was his turn to take a step forward, extending his own muzzle, but not too far. He dared her to take another step with a raised brow.
"I'm not alone now, am I?" his words are quiet, whispered, and just for her.
Sephiroth had not felt this exhilarated and free in some time. For a moment, however brief, he was finding himself lost in his presence. He was not worried about his empty home or the eventual meeting with the newest territory leader. The only thing in that moment was him and the mysterious woman who stood before him. Part of him wanted to introduce himself, after all he'd stopped hiding who he was some time ago. But another part of him was not ready to break the illusion of strangers who knew nothing but that moment.