Fauve*Kiran

The sun shone down on two brown coats, one dark, one light. A deep bay mare was grazing around these parts, searching for company, and lonely since her mate disappeared. Fauve looked up from her grazing at let out a little whinny that brought her son closer, for she did not wish to be suddenly attacked in this very open, unprotected area.

Kiran looked up at his mother's whinny and trotted closer, turning about to graze back-to-front with her so that no one could sneak up on them. It was an unseasonably warm, lazy day, and he flitted his tail at the annoying flies that clung to his pelt boredly. If only something would happen...

JiGSAW

The painted stallion had been wandering aimingless through the prairie, having found the area quite easily. He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and bored. With a sigh, he slowed, and listened to the sounds. That's when the sound of a whinny reached his twirling auds. Interested and curious at what was going on, he started toward the source.

He expected to just see one horse, and was a bit startled at seeing two. He didn't know either of them, either, but he felt reasonably confident. Trotting up to them and halting a ways off, he watched them easily. Then he released a light neigh, wondering if they would pay him any mind.

Fauve*Kiran

The low neigh caused to sets of harks to perk, two heads to rise from their grazing. Fauve's held a startled smile on it, though her son's was a more serious visage. He was wondering what this strange stallion wanted with his mother. But she nipped him lightly, telling him to mind his manners and she called back to him, voice soft and light. Well, hello! I've naught seen you round these parts before. Where do you hail from?

JiGSAW

The painted stallion watched them curiously, and was a bit taken aback at the sight of the colt. Although he seemed young, Jig didn't want to come any closer. He wanted the same in return, particularly from that colt. He was already beginning to feel a bit out of place.
"Hello? Uh, I dunno... Somewhere away from here," he stated, thinking back to when he was first born. That actually was a long way out, but he had been taken here during the last movie thing he had been in. He loved that career, but so much for that. No one would think of looking for him out here.
He then stood there and waited for the mare to speak again, or for some words from what appeared to be her son. "Oh, name's Jigsaw."

Fauve*Kiran

Fauve smiled and swished her tail a bit, relaxing almost instantly when he spoke. She had a feeling for the personalities of others, and this one was okay. Her voice warmed and softened, speaking again. I am Fauve, and this is my son Kiran. Say hello, Kiran.

The buff stallion chorused Hello obediently, smiling a little as he fought his natural impulse to say, "Hello Kiran".

Fauve smiled tolerantly at Kiran, having read his face and his thought both at once. And it was this sweet mother's smile that she turned to Jigsaw, voice trilling with a small touch of joyous laughter. Welcome, Jigsaw, to the Valley.

JiGSAW

Jigsaw watched them, a bit happy at finally finding some of his own species. It was quite boring for him to be on his own for so long, especially since he had lived with humans all his life. This was pathetic for him, in his own mind.
"Hello, Fauve and Kiran," he stated, bobbing his head lightly. "Thanks, but could you tell me where I am?" he then asked, auds flickering. He had no clue of where he was, or where he been, or even where he was going. He could only rely on himself this far through.

Fauve*Kiran

Fauve nodded, answering his question with the confidence of one quite used to this area. This? This is the prarie, where food abounds, and also danger. I would never advise grazing here alone, for the wolves who wander about here will attack you from behind. To the north is Ochotona Mountains, a wolven land, to the west, a terra of forests and trees, to the east more smaller praries. North east are the sand eskers, and to the south is River-That-Runs-Swiftly, there to glide between the rocks til it runs out to the Great Water.

Behind his mother's back, Kiran mouthed the words as Fauve said them, with the air of a student who had heard a lecture so many times that he had learnt it by heart. He was not rud exactly, but he was a young stallion and a free-spirited and slightly mischevious character. His mother was well used to his antics.

JiGSAW

Jigsaw watched her curiously, almost mysteriously, one could say. His eyes were dark, and held a somewhat confused, but very high tad of confidence. His auds pricked forward immedietly as she began talking. He felt even better know, catching onto the tone of her voice as she spoke of the areas near them. So, that probably told him one thing, that she had lived her for a good while. Jig was eager to get going, and explore some of the places, but anxious to find humans all the same. He was torn between the two.
"Okay, thanks. Again," he stated, a bit taken aback at the mention of wolves. He didn't have anyone at all that he knew here, so he'de just have to stick to doing things by himself. At least for the moment.
"Well, I'de best be getting on my way soon. Can't have myself waiting to find what I'm not even looking for..." he stated, thinking about the humans. He had come here, figuring the two-leggeds would be easy to find. He was a bit wrong on that part, but he'de keep his search up.

Fauve*Kiran

Fauve nodded away his expression of thanks. It was her way. If she could help another horse, keep them from the doom so many had met, then she was happy. It was Kiran who spoke up again, his voice a deep and pleasant rumble, like his broad-chested father. And what is it you seek?

JiGSAW

The stallion gave his head a slight tilt as he watched the mare. She was quite the interesting creature, or so he was thinking. Quite uppity and joyful, it seemed.
"Humans, actually. Do you know where any are?" he asked lightly, voice becoming a bit airy and carefree. He was fairly calm at the moment, but eager to get moving. Just him being his usual, practically impatient self.

Fauve*Kiran

Fauve's eyes grew wide as he mentioned humans, and her relaxed attitude evaporated some, though her voice was carefully controlled. I've never seen any of the two-legged kind who did not mean us harm, but there is rumor of two places where equine are cared for. The first lies to the east, where a lady of elder age lives with a younger lady and a young man. The second is to the north and west of here, where a widowed two-leg, her son, and a friend reside. The ranch and the woodland farm, naturally. But her eyes turned hard and serious as she spoke next, gazing upon him fully, voice intense. But if you ever see a two-legger, black as night, with a mane that hangs plaited down to his ankles, and walks like night set afoot... run as far and fast as you can. He'll not spare your spirit, nor your dignity, nor your love, nor your life. Doyle, the man who had abused and starved her, and now had taken up residence at the Unknown Corral.

Kiran shook a little, remembering Doyle from the one encounter with him while he was yet a colt. Yes... if you value your life, stay away from that man.