Shatan

Shatan galloped through the tall grasses of different colors. He snorted and shook his head, swaying his beautiful mane and waving his tail. His bold frame of black was easy to see in the bright colors. His pelt shined and glittered. He shook his head again and looked around. He wanted some attention. He started pawing at the ground with enormous strokes of his legs while his big hoof slammed deep into the soft soil of spring. He reared up high and started neighing, more like making a true rucus. With another snort and dashed to a small stream and slurped up some water.

Al Sheratan*Psyche

Two mares each contrasting in many ways were racing through the tall grass prairie when they saw Shatan. One of them got an evil smirk and charged towards him. She stopped front and center and smirked. "Well well well. Look what we have here Sheratan." Another mare this one very short and a beautiful white trotted over to them her neck arched in the arabian fashion. "Hmmm....You thinking what Im thinking Psyche?" the one mare, tall and black nodded her head and chuckled. "I think I am Al Sheratan. Care to have some fun?" The hispano arabe began to move around the stallion her neck arched. So many thoughts were running through her mind....She belonged to a human and yet here she was free. It made no sense. How strong of a human she smelled. Yet the scent of the wild was strong.

Shatan

Shatan turned gingerly at the sight of these new horses. He backed away from them, stamping his hoof hard on the ground. He senced something he didn't like about these mares, how they were talking mostly. He shook his head and backed away again.
"What fun?" was all he could say at the moment. His ears turned flat against his skull. He was ready to fight if these mares proved mean and nasty, and they already annoyed him much because of how their voices seemed... Taunting, is what he called it. Taunting. He stamped his hoof again, this time even harder, warning the mares.

Psyche

Psyche merely laughed while Al Sheratan stopped. She smiled warmly at Shatan. "Dont worry my friend. Im the friendly one" It was true. Sheratan rarely got in fights. Her personality was quiet and shy, plus her size limited her.

Psyche however was different. She was bold and daring. Rady to take on anyone. She was also in heat. She knew that this could prove a danger to her but she liked to walk on the wild side. She lifted her tail as a wind came and blew her scent towards Shatan. She smirked at him and continued to Cirlce both him and Sheratan

Shatan

Shatan shook his head gingerly. He didn't like the scent of humans. He backed away again, ignoring the words of Sheratan. He kept his eyes on Psyche, ready to attack at any moment. He never expected to find more horses, and this one was daring indeed. If she made any sudden move, he would strike out at her... More like lashing. He payed no mind now to Sheratan and turned his head to Psyche, following her with his gaze. He then started truning around, keeping his head facing her, not letting her out of his sight. He was sometimes daring too, but he was also an outcast. He was always treated as one also. No longer would he. Now getting frustrated, he bared his teeth at her with eyes full of fury and some nervousness.

Psyche

Psyche laughed while Sheratan just smiled. "Come on. Come and get me" she smirked. "No? Alright then Your choice" she continued her circling but picked up the pace. Faster and faster she ran. Finally tired of standing still Sheratan also began to run only in the other direction. The mares would pass by one another smoothly. Yin and Yang. Sheratan stopped again as did Psyche. She stopped in front of Shatan. "Come on. I dare you. Catch me." she hissed. She wanted a dare. A challenge. Something. She had no one to have fun with. Sheratan was to quiet. She needed something else.