Dash

the big busckin was walking around trying to find a place to call home and to have a herd of his own he loved all the mares but didn't have a herd to have mares and foals......

Mist

Mist trotted along her Banner lashing in the wind. her dark hide gleaming in the sunlight ans stood out. She spotted a stallion close by. A wanering stallion. She wonderd if he had a herd she could become apart of. She whipped her tassel and threw back her cranuim. She moved with grace and swiftness, yet so mysterous. If she could at lest find a stallion that if had a herd she knew a territory he could challenge for.