Ethan
Ethan pulled up to the Unknown Corral with a horse trailer in tote. He had his stallion, Welcome, in the trailer. Having never fought with horses before, the man was a bit unsure about how to go about things. So leaving Welcome in the trailer for a moment, Ethan strode inside the Corral, looking about for Jason.
Al Sheratan
The fae snorted as she saw the trailer pull up. She pressed herself closer to Stalin her small form hidden from view. She usually wasnt so skittish but seeing Doyle had scared the small eygptian arabian. Softly she said to Stalin "I know why you are here but why am I Here?" Her voice was soft and it carried a hint of her native homeland.
Jason and Stalin
Jason walked up to Ethan. Bout time. He said and smirked to show he was kidding. He glanced over at his horses, making sure they were all right. Jason knew what to do, but he waited for Ethan to ask any questions. He looked new to all of this.
Stalin snorted and thought. I..I honestly don't know. He said and nudged her. But I'll protect you from them. If you want me to, of course. He watched the humans carefully.
Al Sheratan
The mare nodded slowly. She hated to admit it but she wasnt much of a fighter with her size and all. She was dwarfed by the large stallion and she hated the fact that she was so short. But what she for what she lacked in height she made up for with beauty and intelligance. She lowered her dial and snorted then raised it once more gazing around them. "Psyche was here. Shes my friend. The man kept talking about Nerysu.....I dont think I know her but he keeps saying I do. I dont want anyone else to have to deal with this." She was talking about being captured and forced into captivity. The mare pressed her small body closer to Stalin so that they were touching. She was one who needed touch to be reassured for the mare had abandonment issues.
Ethan
Doyle
Darkness stalked up to the two men, a white smile flashing. He was, as usual, toying with one of his daggers, flipping it about minbly in his hand as he had done all his life. The Castran discipline was a hard one, and he was the best. Turning that smile upon the men, he spoke. Ring would be that way. And he waved a hand vaguely in that direction. I'm Doyle, by the way. Regular hand around here, in charge of stallion fights. I'll just need to show you the place where you'll ready your stallions. Get 'em all settled. Then you take the mare round to the baiting booth. Easy stuff. You outta know that by now. And that smirk grew wider, so white against that dark skin.
Jason
He nodded his head to Doyle,then turned to Ethan. You think he'll be ready to fight? He said,smirking. He peered into the trailer. If that was his horse he'd be whipping it and tormenting it, getting it angry for the fights. But that was him of course. He glanced at his pair of horses, then back to them.
Welcome
The fighter snorted he was quiet for sure but he sensed then acton outside, he bucked out banging the trailer he neighed out his ears back, the small trailer was just a game but where was the fight? Welcome snorted once more he stopped his rucous and listened hearing the humans he snorted caught by one he hated them but hated Stallions more...
Jason
Jason smirked and finished his beer. He was bored. He started to peel the label off of it.
Doyle
Doyle's perpetual smirk remained in place, still toying with that steel blade. He refused to tap his foot as he wanted to do. He was the ultimate master of himself. He revealed no emotion that he did not want you to see. At the moment, he was impatient for the fighting to start, but he remained perpetually still, waiting for them to make up their minds. Finally his teeth flashed again and his bellowing voice whispers forth. Well? You gentlemen ready for a fight? And he waved his hand vaguely, waiting for them to do something.
Welcome
Welcome snorted he heard the voices and muttered to himeslf "Get me Out." He reared up half way his hooves clanging the ground he snorted and hit the ground or the trailer once more waiting to get out.