The black beast towered over her, a bruise against its pearly barn mates. It slowed as it approached her, until it stopped completely, its chocolate eyes trained on her face. The coarse black bangs of its mane fell foward on his face, but a shake of its great head brushed it aside. Eyren stuck out her hands in defense, as if she had the power to stop the creature if it intended to eat her. The black beauty watched her for a long, quiet moment, its hot, heavy breaths unnerving her.