FleetHoof

FleetHoof
A shattered life to break through,
With a broken spirit to catch

A medium-sized stallion trotted into the prairie. His banner was waving along behind him, like a flag. His dial was held high, in a sharply proud way. Even though he was now on his own, and feared for the unique humans he had once lived with, he was as happy and as free as he could be. He had put everything bad of his past behind him, and wouldn't turn back. He never would; everything seemed to be going smoothly now.

Aila

Aila was standing among the tall grasses her human form small and frail compared to the rest of the world. Movement caught her eyes, the eye sight was very wolf like for growing up among the wolves. She looked towards the creature and couldn't help but smile as he reared up and muched on the apple. It was cute. She may have dressed like a human of the towns, but she sure didn't act like one or smell like one. She smelled of wolves and the wild, more of the wild at the moment, and she knew how to survive out here. she never grew up with other humans. Aila began to take careful steps towards the mustang holding her hand out. She lowered herself to the ground like she would with her wolf brothers and sisters to show a slight submission.

FleetHoof

The young mustang wasn't entirely busy with munching on the grass. Although the bright colors and the wavey, long appearance and especially smooth texture immedielty caught his attention, his keen senses were as alert as ever. Being in such a new yet completely same area, he figured there may be different dangers that he would have to be aware of. And what better way than to stand out in the open, or almost, and seem like you're paying no attention to anything around you?
FleetHoof's auds swiveled, listening intently to bring in any unsuspecting noises, and his nares flared widely yet silently as they took in the scents of the creatures farther away. Just then, his auds flickered, and his elegantly-shaped dial was lifted in the young girl's direction. He brought in the smell with great interest, realizing it wasn't one of the civilized humans. This was what made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was an Indian from the tribe he had once belonged to? But then he shook the thought off, knowing they would have never made it out this far in such little time, and if anything, none of the ones remaining would probably come in the same direction. He had taken quite a chance, according to his humans.

I wonder what kind of a human that is? he asked himself silently, looking at the wierd clothing, but then examining the wild scent. The scent of wolf was on her, and it made his cautious as his form started toward her, nearer and nearer to her outstretched hand. Then his limbs brought his mustang shape to a halt, and he stretched his neck out to sniff her palm lightly. He wasn't scared of what was before him, only wary of the preditor scents. He gave a light whicker, and flicked his banner. Just then, he began to lick at her palm a bit, enjoying the taste of salt. He knew all humans, or probably most anyway, had skin that tasted salty.

FLEETHOOF
Ex-Indian Horse

HERITAGE;
100% Mustang
CURSED;
Stallion
HUED;
His pelt is mostly liver chestnut with some white, but he is colored as an overo, with a white strip that runs up his face from his nose to his forehead. His mane and tail are stringy, and are made up of blonde but mostly of the same hue as his pelt. His eyes are deep brown, but often look black.
BUILT;
His size is of medium height, and is completely sturdy with excellent footing. His build is rather muscular, but not too bulky; just right, in other words. He has very strong limbs from living among all of the varying regions of mountain and prairie, and has a firm and perfectly proportioned frame. He can run for very long distances without tiring quickly and can pack a mean bite or kick.
RESIDES;
Nowhere
LOVER;
No one
KIN;
None

Aila

Aila let out another broad smile as Fleethoof came closer until he was finally at her hand. When he gave a whicker, she gave a slight yip of greeting. She had not yet learned any human words. While he was licking her palm, which caused her to giggle, Aila reached foreward with her other hand to give his forehead a scratch. She liked this, nice and calm with such a huge creature. She was at home among the wilds and all of its splendor.

FleetHoof

The stallion's auds pricked. He was entirely curious, but also cautious all the same. She may be a nice human, or seem like a nice human, but she was a human, and carried a wolven scent with her. He finished licking her palm and moved his large velvety nose to her cheek, sniffing her all over. As her hand made contact with his forehead, he blinked and shifted his weight to his opposite limbs, as if he was ready to turn and bolt. But he soon relaxed once again, in his comlpetely dazed and laid-back state of mind. This was nice; having wild human contact again. But who know how long it would last. Sooner or later, they would have to split and go in their own direction. But either way, he couldn't understand how she carried such a strong and overpowering smell of wolf. Wouldn't she be dead? Of course, she'de be dead. But why was she still here? He couldn't find a way to a solution. Maybe she had comehow befriended the nasty preditors. He couldn't be sure, but he knew that it was a huge deadly task to do with any meat-eating animal, whether it be canine or feline, or whatever else out there.
Another light sigh slipped from his nose as he licked at her cheek then, waving his banner behind him. How delightful! he thought to himself, auds now flickering freely again, and at every noise.

Aaka

"Aila...." Her word was soft as she stared at the horse. She had many horse friends but she knew it was hard for a horse to grasp the fact that she didn't eat....Them. The white alphess stood not four yards away from the stallion and her 'daughter'. Her eyes were as wary as the horses for she did not want him to stampede and kill yet another of her offspring. "Please....She's one of the few I have left." Her voice was spoken towards the horse now as she stared at the massive beast compared to her slight daughter. "Dont run...She has never seen one of your species. I wont eat you if thats what you think. I just had moose and am full and content. I promise." Her bright yellow eyes never wavered from his own as she silently pleaded with him.

FleetHoof

The stallion was still taking in the young human's scent. He had seen many humans in his life, varying from tribe to tribe when he lived with the Indians. Though many of them, or possibly most of them, were much bigger and older than this one human, they were many young ones as well. He was feeling a bit content, but didn't know why he was still here. His actions even startled himself. One would think he would go off to find more humans to live with, but all the ones around here weren't the kind he liked. He didn't think he'de be able to live his life with the civilized ones. Sighing, he suddenly heard the voice of someone. He flung his dial up and swung his dial around, eyes wide as they immedietly landed on a wolf. Who in the world is Aila and who is that?! he asked in his mind, stomping a forehoof and turning his body at an angle so he was particially facing the wolfess. He didn't trust preditors, no matter what they said. Gaining trust for the humans was one thing, but for a wolf; now that was a whole nother story. He stared intently into her eyes, and it sent a shiver up his spine. But no matter how much he desired to turn and run, his hooves were firmly planted into the ground, and his limbs were stiff and tense. He would fight if he had to, but it didn't seem like killing was something on this wolf's list at the time. Snorting harshly, he narrowed his deep brown eyes and showed his dull teeth. Wolves were always the enemies where he came from. The humans and wolves were like bitter rivals; always out to prey on one another. He knew from experience of what they could all do. Come up and ambush him. This thought made his muscles become taught, and he readied himself to bolt, despite this wild canine's words. "And why should I believe you? Wolves are the mortal enemy." he stated, flinging his dial skyward in an attempt to appear strong-- which he technically was. His auds flickered as he took in her scent. The same one was on the human as well. He was silently bewildered, but kept his stance, wary and cautious. No preditor would catch him off-guard that easily. The thought of her eating a moose unnerved him more. It made him sick to think of having a "fellow" herbivore being killed and feasted upon, even if he never knew anything called a moose anyway. He continued to stand there, pondering over what the wolfess meant when she said "she's one of the few I have left." What does she do? Kill them all? he wondered silently in his mind, auds just now becoming pinned.

Aaka

She stared hard at the horse for a moment and said "You shouldn't believe me. My nature is to lie and thats what I do. But all I want right now is my daughter so I have no reaason to lie to you now do I?" Her eyes were burning yellow as they glared into his own, her body close to her daughters as she moved closer to both of them her mind intent on only capturing her daughter and getting away from the horse that could kill her in one strike. Aila had never seen a horse before.

FleetHoof

The stallion stomped an angry forehoof as the wolfess drew nearer. "Then take her and scram!" he neighed out as he wheeled around and bolted, mane and banner streaming behind him like flags. He didn't think the wild canine would come after him, but then being in any situation, anything may come after you. But he could outrun just about any other animal. He wasn't bred for it, of course, but he was a pure Mustang. It was in his heritage, you could say. He wasn't a little pushover, after all. Thinking disastrous thoughts, he disappeared.