Delusion

The painted stud trotted into the prairie, eyes taking it all in. His hide gleamed brightly in the bright sunlight overhead as he slowed and halted where the grass reached nearly up past his chest. He had to be wary, and he definitly was. Preditors lurked within the tall blades of color. He snorted, auds swiveling and flickering with every noise, no matter what he recognized it to be.

The crossbreed then dropped his finely sculpted dial down to the grass-- which wasn't very far down-- and began lipping them up; grabbing hold with his strong lips and just pulling them into his mouth. If there was a human around, and he could speak in their language, he would have shouted, Look, no tongue!" He sighed and flicked his banner, knowing full well that he would never have that much of an oppertunity. He continued eating though, but kept alert.

Aaka

In search of her pups, Aaka continued to the Tall Grass Prarie. Seeing the horse she halted then continued forth cautiously. "Mon ami, have you seen any hybrid pups? They are about six months old and I cannot find them. Please....I need your help I mean you no harm." Aaka had one other horse friend but Al Sheratan had disappeared, no where to be found. Seeing this horse though, she hoped that he would help her find her missing children.

Delusion

The stallion was only oblivious to the fae for a short while, until her scent came to him and his nares inhaled it deeply. That was when he grew alarmed, and his dial was thrown up as his eyes widened, scanning the land around him. "No..." he replied, taking a step backward, away from her. He lowered his dial and pointed his forehead at her, pawing the ground and leaving deep scrapes that were visable through the grass. He wouldn't let his guard down, especially when a wolf was there, speaking to him of all the equines around here.

Aaka

She nodded her head and sighed softly fear welling inside of her. Atticus, Sang and Faute were all missing. Lost had been found as well as Phelan who had been in the care of a psycho bitch that had decided to steal her baby. Softly Aaka said "If you ever wish for a place to stay or feel like dropping by, mon ami, just let me know. I am Aaka of the Silver Glades. We accept any and all." With no questions asked she thought to herself. Most of her pack was cast outs or wolves that figured they were dark enough to follow her footsteps. Softly she said "I am sorry for bothering you. I will see you again Cyllo." Cyllo. The name of another that she had known who had disappeared.