Jason and Stalin

Jason pulled up to a corral. He opened to corral so that the only way they could go was in, and opened the trailer door. He kept an eye on both of them, making sure that they didn't try anything fancy.

The corral was tall, so they couldn't jump out, and sturdy, so they couldn't break it down. Stalin was the first one out, hopping down from the trailer and started to trot around, angry and bored. He snorted and tossed his head. He glared at Jason, but he didn't do anything.

Al Sheratan

She flew out of the trailer as she saw the light of day once more. She jumped down and cantered out then looked around at the fences. Angrily she snorted and pawed the ground angrily. This wasnt freedom. She began to canter around the corral her speed quickening with every turn. The fences were high and she was not tall at all so jumping was out of the question for her. But she smell Psyche. She stopped suddenly and screamed calling to her friend. Maybe the fae would help her get out of here

Jason and Stalin

Jason shut the gate to the corral and bolted it so they couldn't get out. He smirked at them and then pulled the trailer out to a parking space.

Stalin stopped and looked at her. Somebody you know? He asked,curious, even though his voice was rough and cold. He wished, deep down,that he could have known someone to get out of this nightmare.

Jason returned with a bottle of beer and sat down a few yards away, watching them. The whip was right beside him as well as the remote.

Doyle

Darkness on two feet came sauntering up, a half-friendly smile on his black face. Tossing his waist-length braid over one shoulder, he spoke quietly, for he never needed to speak louder. Welcome. What come you for? Racing, dressage? Or... darker things? And he let that startling white smile flash, knowing already that Jason was here for the third. But his eyes grew wide as he caught scent of Al Sheratan. His nose was very sensitive, almost like a dog's, and he picked up a VERY familiar smell on the small white mare. Al Sheratan smelled of a certain dappled piece of horseflesh that belonged to him.

Sliding over to the fence to eye her, he let a sly look come over his features. Well, well now. What have we here, m'friend? I'd wager ye know a friend of mine, don't ye? Little dappled bay girl called Nerysu. Well ain't that somethin'? And he turned his attention back to Jason. Where'd you come up with that'n?

Al Sheratan*Psyche*Aralyn

The woman was leading away her mare Psyche. She saw the two men but made no mrve towards them her long black hair swaying slightly in the wind. Her horse however did stop. Psyche gave a shrill whistle to Al Sheratan and pulled towards the small white mare but was brought up short by her mistress. Aralyn said softly in her wind voice "Come Psyche. Your friend can not be helped." She led the mare away silently keeping an eye on the men.

Seeing her friend had the small white mare whinnying for her. She saw the man come for her and backed away with a snort her thorns pinned to her head blending with her ivory mane. She was not much of fight but she did want out. She heard the name Nerysu and paused a moment. Who was she? Did she knew her and had forgotten the horses name in her anger?

Doyle

He grinned, watching the puzzlement spread across her face. Ah, but you do know her. I can smell her on you. Little bay dappled thing, not much bigger than you. Small brand on a hind hock, irritable manner for such a wytch? You DO know her. You smell of her. And he fingered a dagger, toying with it as others might toy with a bit of string.

Al Sheratan

She pawed the earth and let out a shrill whinny as her friend disappeared out of sight. Her thorns laced back in her mane as she backed away from Doyle. She trotted towardds Stalin even though he was not friend he was not yet a foe and he offered her more protection then she could give herself.

Stalin and Jason

He stepped in front of her and pinned his ears back and bared his teeth. He snorted and pawed the ground, ready. He tossed his head and whinnied coldly.

Jason nodded his head and smirked. He took another sip of his drink and said, Got both of em fresh. He meant,of course, that they were fresh from the wild. He looked around. Where was Ethan? He shrugged and looked at them.

Al Sheratan

The fae snorted and lowered her head. She was already small but standing next to Stalin made the white fae appear even shorter. Softly she said "What are we supposed to do?" She was in season but the fae was uncertain on what it was that they wanted from her. All she knew was that if any of the humans dared to near her she wouldnt be the nice pretty little pony that she looked.

Doyle

Doyle nodded, thinking. He fiddled with his dagger idly, and suddenly turned his face to Jason. How'd you like to make a speck of money? After the fights, I mean? He had a little plan in mind to get back at that little bay mare.

Jason

He raised a brow.Go on, He said after he had hesitated. He stood up and looked him in the eye. If his mare was involved, no way. Stalin had gotten close to that mare and he would fight for her. He waited on him to go on.

Doyle

Doyle let that grin flash again, getting a hint of Jason's thoughts. Easy there. I wouldn't suggest it if I thought it might endanger so pretty a peice of horseflesh. She can stay in the trailer the whole time. All I need is the scent of her. That smell... And he eyed Jason, trying to decide how much to tell him. I'll bet money she knows a little mare of mine. One that was stolen and released some time ago. I know where she is now, but can't get a hold of her. But I'll bet money that your little mare knows mine. They smell alike. All I need is that little lure to bring Nerysu out in the open. Like I say, the white mare can stay in the trailer the whole time. His face showed that he didn't particularly care if Jason helped him. If the man declined, Doyle would find another way. This was just the fastest way.