Armand

A tall classy human clad in fine clothing led a deep liver chestnut Welsh Pony down a row of rectangular pens. A leather-decorated halter was around the stallion's head with a long matching lead clipped to the botton. The human finally came upon an empty pen situated far from the other horses and opened it, leading the pony inside. He gave the prized stallion a pat and then unclipped the lead, heading back to the gate to close it behind him. Finally, after what personally felt like forever, the human turned and walked away. However, he was only that short walk away if someone was interested in the pony.

The Welsh stood there, still and silent, wondering why he was here. He had always understood the humans, but suddenly they began acting weird to him. Always so unhappy just before he left. The kids anyway, whom were now young teens? He couldn't be sure of their ages, him being only an animal. So here he was, unknowingly waiting for someone to pick him up. A deep sigh slipped from his maw as he now found himself standing by the fence, resting by leaning up against it lightly. This startled him a bit, for he had never been so 'resting' around so many people. However, this time he simply dismissed it and released a clasp of carbon once again. He didn't understand, but was full of mixed feelings for what was to come.

Siren

A tall figure loomed in the background. Long bondage pants with chains hanging off every belt loop and then some, moved toward the Welsh pony. His black hoodie covering his face, all that could be notably seen was his scarred chin.

Moving up to the horse he reached out with a gloved hand. Stroking the beast gently, yet firm. "You look like a show pony." He whispered to the equine. Examining the groomed mane and bod. "But how fast are you on your feet?" He wouldn't use the horse for fighting, if he even 'bought' the horse. He would instead use him for travel, and possibly re-sell him if no bond were established and his use had been ended.

Armand

The Welsh Pony stood there silently, his dark eyes wandered around the lands curiously. Was this to be his new home? He didn't want to think of it as that, but he couldn't see any other reason for being here. It bothered him really, knowing he wouldn't see his humans again. Of all the places, he didn't want to live here if he were to go.

Armand was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the human approaching until the two-legged was already only a couple steps away. His head jerked up, his fine muscles rippling beneath his liver chestnut pelt. He was at first uncertain of this human, auds flickering to catch the words. He stood strong against the firm strokes, shifting weight between opposite legs. He had not a problem with leaving this... Place.

Siren

Eyes narrowed on the horse as the creature seemed not to object to his touch. Siren looked for the owner, and then at the horse, examining all the tack it bore. The dark man was not the type to pay, and the owner didn’t seem to notice his presence. This made the man smile. "You don’t want to be here, I can see it in your eyes. As I see your power isn't meant to be wasted away as a simple work horse." His free hand slithered down the side of his body and fingered into his pocket. Inside there was a rope; it was small, but very strong.

Yellow-brown orbs looked around unseen to the people that crowded the area, he would wait until there was a clearing before making his attempt at theft. How pathetic to steal a horse. He thought to himself as he moved his caressing hand to the creatures snout, slowly he moved both hands and removed a bit of the glove, revealing a bullet wounded and knife wounded hand for the horse to scent. Be it scared, the hand possessed much power behind it, and strength in the covered limbs. Those scar littered parts of him, however, would not be veered to human kind, for he was a monster, not just because of the marks, but because of his nature. "Let’s free you." He said, digging into his pocket before seeing if the owner was still busy, if so, he would make his move.

Aarmand

Armand stood there silently, wondering what this human had up his sleeves. He didn't understand the two-leggeds around here. They all stared at the horses kept inside the pens, without a thought to spare even. It bothered him to just be stared at for such long periods of time, and by strange humans? That wasn't what bothered him most. It was the idea that this wasn't a show, and it probably meant much worse to be looked at.

Shaking his thoughts back to reality, he stared hard at the human as he stole some glances from around them. It appeared no one was watching them. The handler was busy talking with some other stranger. Feeling a bit disappointed, he gave his mane a brisk shake to show his disapproval. However, this human... He didn't understand at all. Armand knew the two-legged had a trick, but what? So he sniffed harshly at the uncovered hand as it came by him, taking in the new scent, and then feeling quite determined afterwards.

Siren

Watching the humans for a moment longer, Siren pulled out the small rope and strung it over the horses nose and through the side loops of the front of the halter. He looped the rope around the side loops one more time for stability before tieing the loose ends of the rope. He pulled it tight, just enough to put a little pressure on the horses snout, trying to turn him to the side for his little trick.

Again his eyes shifted through the humans before finally feeding his thin frame through the fence. Holding down his chains as he did so so that they would not make noticable noise. Moving up to the side of the horse he pet the creature; cooeing out in a venomous tone "You're Free."

Suddenly one of his legs lifted and he jabbed at the three wooden boards that withheld the creature. They snapped like twigs to his might and crumpled down as if bowing before the two. Knowing he was obvious now, Siren lept upon the horse and pulled out a gun from his pocket. He gave off a warning shot and jabbed the welsh in the side with his boots, roaring out "H'ya!" he tightened the reins and clenched on with his legs. He would not slip off, and the horse would have a hell of a fight to buck him off.

As his legs tighened, Armand would notice a few noticable welps around the thighs of the man, but they were not like skin, no; they were rows of throwing knifes and dagges that he bore with him. By the time he got upon the horse, the hood had revealed his cynical face. Two yellow orbs glaring out with white hair and 'blue' bangs. A red burn looking '<' mark on his left cheek. He failed to put his hair up in his usual head band, so his hair hung losely around his face. His bangs covering his eyes some of the time, but it was enough for him to see clearly.

Armand

Armand could feel his muscles bulge beneath his pelt almost on instinct when the human suddenly began applying some strange roping around his head. He didn't like the pressure much, but knew better than to go against such things. He wasn't wild. He probably didn't even know the real meaning of the word. However, the strange looping was enough to make him sidestep.
Armand watched as the two-legged went about with his strange ways, sneakily if he may add. He knew this human had some kind of trick, only Armand failed to find out on his own before he suddenly heard the cracking of the fence, and then before he could register what had happened Siren had 'appeared' on his back. Feeling the added weight from the two-legged, and then the boots jagging into his sides, he gave a startled neigh and reared. He pawed the air for only a second before shoving off the ground with his hind legs, vaulting his slim frame out towards freedom. His auds swiveled and his dark eyes widened to reveal striking whites, as he bolted, his muscles bulging and rippling with every running motion. He didn't know where they were headed, but he knew it had to be somewhere far from here.

Siren

Muscled legs gripped tight so that he would not slip off the show pony's back. He leaned forward and held onto the creatures mane as he pawed the air and then placed himself low as the horse bolted off toward 'freedom'. He didn't even let up a victorious snort as they bolted around the humans, His eyes staying three steps in front of them, turning the horse sharply to avoid collision with any man that may be armed with a gun. He wouldn't let down his guard, not even for a second, not even after the men had disappeared behind them. No; he wouldn't stop until he was sure he was in the clear. He had done stealing before, he would always do this through his life, along with his own personal 'hunting'. First, though, there would have to be training.

Into the clearing and through the darkness of what was soon to be claimed by night, Siren directed the horse into the wilderness in which he was growing to know almost too well. His path, to the Ashen Domes.