Taste of Crimson [Kay]

He wasn't alone. The soft sound of crunching snow proved that. With his head slung low over the still-bleeding carcass, The Beast poised himself to attack once again. Blood-lust-filled eyes scanned the edges of the clearing. Every rock, every boulder, every tree was taken into account. He watched with an intense desire, the blood still pulsing heavily in his veins. It seemed to thunder against is ear drums, pushing to drive him mad. The scent of the cooling mess beneath him didn't help the matter. It only drove him further to the edge. His lips pulled up slightly as he continued to search for the source of the sound, further revealing the danger of his fangs.

The snow moved. The Beast's large tri-tipped crown snapped to the tree line. There. There was the source. From within the shadow of the trees stepped a small snow-colored silhouette. He remained still as stone, waiting for the opportune moment. A chilled breeze swept through the clearing, tossing his tresses in a flurry, before dying down suddenly. The smaller figure sashayed forward, and his eyes never moved for even a split second. His breath steamed before him as he let out a low hiss of breath, blurring the focus of the pale equine.

Then a feminine voice floated across the clearing. A mare? The air cleared to reveal the figure. Yes, definitely a mare. Now that he could see clearly, he could tell by the way she was built. By the way she moved. She looked as though she belonged in these mountains. From the pallid colors of her coat to the icy shards emerging from her chest, withers and tiara. Unlike he, who contrasted so greatly with the glaring white snow. And she called his taste exotic? It was not every day you saw an equine with ice growing from its head. Then again, it wasn't every day you saw an equine devouring a mountain lion.

He nearly purred with content, trying to pull his hunger into focus. His crest arched as he began to pull his head up, though not to its full height. With fluid steps, he removed himself from his stance over the deceased mammal. Slowly, he stepped forward, body moving in an odd serpent-like motion. The blood from the cat caked upon his muzzle, still clinging to his feathers, and dripping from between his lips left a bright red trail behind him as he made his way to her. Stopping only a dozen or so feet short, he pulled his head toward the sky so his crest arched fully. Mane shifting against his cannons, he looked down upon the mare. She seemed so small from his perspective, yet he knew that were not true. He was just unnaturally tall. And so he continued to stare. He held her golden gaze in his for what seemed like an eternity before he allowed his baritone notes to whisper into the gap between them. "All the better to enjoy you with, my dear." His tongue unconsciously flickered between his lips, catching a bead of blood before it fell to the frozen earth.