Spirit

The big dun Kiger Mustang stallion galloped uneasily into the land of the barn. Eyeing it suspisiously, he slowed to his bumpy walk and halted. He stared at it, feeling cautious. He however, didn't feel uneasy about the humans or dogs. The four-leggers he had seen many a time, out in the wild side of life. The two-leggers he would have to get used to. He had been tempted to come here, after having a little chat with a dog, Timber, at the canyon.
The big dun, still halted, stayed in the open, grazing restlessly on the greens.

Bonnie

A black and white collie, still in the Barn from the "Duel" she had with the wolfdog, spotted the stallion. Trotting up slowly ot to catch him offguard, she st a foot away or so.

Got a name young stallion? she asked.

Spirit

"Fortunate for you, I do. Spirit."
He seemed tired with the four-leggers. To much in his life had he seen the four-leggers take down other animals. Snarls, teeth, growls. It was all getting to him. He had realized about all of the dogs here, but not being wolves, he wasn't the least bit afraid.

Bonnie

Aye. If the masters came, they'd be quite shocked to see a fine young stallion such as yourself. she said.

Nass & Stable

From the depths of the barn came the eager sound of a horse, "Tell us, who is out there! I hear... and smell another horse!" This was the voice of Nass, a small chestnut stallion. He couldn't see Bonnie or Spirit from his stall, but he could hear and smell them. "Bonnie, please undo my latch; I want to meet this stranger. Has Mark brought another horse home?"

A dappled mare was in the stall next to Nass. She tossed her head eagerly, "Yes, please let us out!" The latches to their stalls were very simple ones; the horses couldn't reach them, but a dog could simply nudge the latch up, and the stall door would swing open. Abigale and Timber knew this trick, much to the dispair of their owners who sometimes came out to find their two horses wondering about in the fields when they should be in their stalls.

Xanabar

Xanabar
XANABAR

+WILD AND UNTAMABLE+

they tried to hold him back, but they couldn't stop him...

Xanabar - also known as Ziyadah - was here, too. he smelled other horses, and had seeked them out. wolves didn't frighten the enormous horse, but they bugged him. Ziyadah still knew that he could easily outrun any wolves if he couldn't fight them off. he had overthrown and defeated many injuries and enemies in his life, and would do it again if he needed to. right now, the regal Egyptian Arabian mix pranced along the property of the humans. he was used to the two-leggeds, but he hated them. Ziyadah deeply resented humans, and with a passion. only one had earned his hard-to-get trust, and she was gone... far away, in the hot deserts of Arabia. Ziyadah had been shipped from a plane somewhere around here, and then he had broken free. his halter had been rubbed off a while ago. suddenly, the huge mixed breed of a horse stopped. he smelled another stallion. a Kiger Mustang. since there was no possible way a mustang could get taller than the 17-hand stallion, Ziyadah was confident if there was a fight. his shrill whinny, almost like a scream, rang through many miles around the area. it wasn't exactly a greeting, but it wasn't a challenge or insult, either. more like an inquiry, or a question. after trotting around a corner, Ziyadah came upon the collie and the mustang. his ears pricked as he heard the calls of the tamer horses. snorting, Ziyadah called out himself. "make that another two horses. he's not the only one here." Ziyadah glanced toward the mustang, but didn't scream his usual challenge. that was for humans. Ziyadah didn't prefer to pick fights with other stallions unless they started it. that happened almost too often, though Ziyadah didn't mind it. his black coat was rough with scars. bobbing his head in a slight nod of something of a "greeting" to the dog and the dun stallion "name's Xanabar. well, that's what humans call me. it's my 'registered' name. I prefer Ziyadah." shifting his weight, Ziyadah patiently awaited the answer of the collie and the mustang, as well as the stabled horses.

and so he won - as the fastest horse to ever live

announced Xanabar
known as Ziyadah
genre' stallion
blood Egyptian Arabian (mix)
rotations 5 years old
smeared coal black
stamps none
stretched 17 hands
gentled halter, Western, racing
act Xanabar is mean, stubborn, and hateful of most humans. he is not as rude and fierce as he once was, but still has his huge wild streak, although it's more of spirit and wildness than just wildness. he can be calmed in a long period of time, but only slightly. Xanabar will make a great stud and halter horse. he detests males (whether they are human or equine), and would rather be put out in a pasture with mares and fillies than with geldings and colts. he will not lose his cool around an in-heat mare, and will not do anything with another horse unless he is asked to. Xanabar has been in training for western and english riding for about three years, but has developed the habit of bucking because the first time he was ridden, the rider wore spurs and held a crop. Xanabar has been completely trained for racing, which he loves. he's probably the fastest horse with the most stamina and heart that you'll ever find--with the exception of maybe one of his offspring. Xanabar never gives up on racing, even if he has an injury. he will be friendly enough and less wild around people who are that way to him, but not so gentle. he's extremely intelligent, learns quickly, and likes to watch his surroundings. Xanabar is getting smarter and faster every day, and he's already so intelligent. he'll do great as a stud, and could be a future halter champion. still, Xanabar is very whip-shy (more suitable calling it "whip-raged"), the result of being hit every time he misbehaved or made a mistake. only his major intelligence, spirit, and wild streak should pass onto his foals, and when the friendliness and affection come, those traits should go onto his foals, too.
father Xceptshaahn
mother Xcaliber

XANABAR

Bonnie

Bonnie nodded.
Sure guys. she said, and trotted up to the stalls and nudged the latches open.

Nass & Stable

"Thank you." Nass said, dipping his long face towards the collie as he trotted gleefully from his stall, across the Barn floor, and out to where the other two stallions where. Being mostly Budyonny and a mix of a smaller breed, Nass didn't compare in size to either of the other stallions. Even Stable, a dappled Mangalarga was a touch larger than him and still not the size of the other two stallions.

Nass rounded his neck as he came closer, eyeing either males curiously and without hostilaty. "Where is Mark...? Were did you two come from?"

Stable stood nearby her good friend Nass, also watching the two with great curiousity. "By the way, I'm Stable. This is Nass."

Bonnie

Bonnie watched to see what the horses would do.

Spirit

His ears pricked up forward. He was unsure of what to do. Animals that helped humans was what confused him. He himself, never had met any human before.
He was getting very hungry. He quickly took an easy step forward.
"I must go now. Getting a bit hungry. If any of you can come to the Tall Grass Prairie, thats where I'll be."
With that, he cocked his head down slightly and bolted away from the group, leaving only a dust trail.