Aralyn

Aralyn saw Psyche with two other horses. She smiled and continued on through the prairie enjoying her walk. She wondered what her feisty mare was up to but for now would let her be. She sat down on the ground rope beside her in case anything were to happen.

Azraff

The beautiful dark and shiney brown stallion entered the tall grass prairie. He stopped dead in his tracks. He could smell human in the air. His left front leg was fractured badly, and would heal in time. He knew that if a human saw him limping they would either shoot or capture him. It was waay beyong him. He arched his neck and hung his tail in the wind like a beautiful swaying banner of black. He held true the Arabian posture, for he was pure Arabian. He snorted, coming apon the human but he stopped on a hill a ways off. He looked at her, nostrils flaring wildly from his trek. He would soon have his own land, no more staying in these 'outlanders' places so much.
He cocked his head and his cold brown eyes stared deep into the human. Eyeing the rope suspiciously, he eased forward, but stopped before leaving the hill. He now only stood there, waiting to see if the human would make any moves, and he was on every alert.

Aralyn

Aralyn saw the stallion and smiled until she saw his limp. "Thats not good" she murmered. She took a small step forward ready to back up again. Getting an Idea she whistled low calling Psyche. Maybe the prescence of another horse especially a female would help the stallion.

A black Hispano Arabe came at a two beat racing the wind. She stopped next to Azraff and cocked her head to the side. She was in season....Not a good thing to be around a stallion. But she saw him injured. "Come on. She will take care of you....Trust me" the black mare walked a few steps then looked at Azraff and smiled. "She will take care of you"

Aralyn was beaten up pretty bad. It would hurt her so much to throw the rope....but if Psyche couldnt get the stallion to follow then she would have to do it.

Azraff

"Humans mean trouble. Thats already to much for me."
He backed away a little bit, trying to stay brave against the human. He stamped his hoof, preparing to run if the human should prove to be threatening. He didn't like taking other horses' advises, because they were always wrong. He didn't know about this one, though. He cocked his head again and reared half way, banging down hard on his right leg instead of his injured one. He was warning the human to stay back. Never had he really came in contact with a human before, and by all the storied that were told, he came to not liking them.
"I don't see how I can be helped. Taken care of... By a two-legged...??"
He swished his black tail around and held it up high. It streamed in the wind brushing past him. He liked to act like his breed. It made him look elegant, and his name even meant elegant.

Aralyn

The mare trotted around the stallion her head cocked slightly. "She takes good care of us." She turned back to him. "Come on. I can prove it." She raced to the human and began to circle her.

Azraff

Azraff again cocked his head. He still wasn't convinced. But he could give it a try, though he doubted her would ever get bakc free without more scars. Anyway, he stepped forward a couple of slow steps, keeping both ears perked upright and straight forward. He didn't look at the human in the eyes, but he had the intention to. He whipped his tail and took one last step so that he was less than 10 feet away. He didn't know whether to keep going or stay where he was. But he would wait for the reaction first before taking any chances. He knew some people, unlike many, were scared of horses, but this one appeared calm, but looks could be decieving.