Clyde

The giant of a horse, a Clydesdale to be more precise, stepped into the tall grass. He stood well over the tips of the colored blades, his frame reaching over 18 hands. His dark eyes washed over the terrain, seemingly strained for a moment before finally relaxing. He had just escaped from a cruel, greedy human, who cared nothing for him. He had enjoyed his life of pulling carts, sometimes alone, other times with teams. Now he was by himself, out in the wild, with no clue on where he was or was even going.

Coming to a halt a few yards out, he swung his dial around to his side and nipped lightly at his flesh. A closer view would make it evident that there were a few slashes across the side of his belly, some a bit deeper than others, all ranging in length. A steady stream of blood had leaked from the fresher wounds, which he had undoubtedly licked off earlier, though the taste was bitter to his tongue. Whether it'de be difficult or not, one could imply that the marks were from a whip.
He then gave his bunched up tail a flick, once he had relieved some of the itching and burns. His short mane flapped calmly in the wind, and for once he actually felt peace since arriving here. Hopefully it would stay that way.

Whisper

A dark colored contessa streamed through the tall blades of grass. She lipped at the ends of the multi screened glass. With a shake of her slightly arched nape, her tapestries strung over her nape ina stringy-tangled manor.

Strides beat the softly spread ground. Hoovessunk into a few soft freshly thwed ground. She picked up pace, her hooves beat the ground, a soft thudding sound came. Optics lurched around the perimeter of the Prarie Grass wich seemed endless. Insight came a large stag, he looked qute tall. A draft horse most likely. She observed from afar at the moment, chewing lightly on her freshly ripped blades of greenery.

Clyde

The large stallion kept alert for any signs of life, hopeful that he wouldn't run into anyone. At least, preditors, the things he had heard about from a few other animals when he traveled. He couldn't recall what most of the meat eaters were called; all he knew was that they were vicious.

Suddenly catching a wiff of a new scent, he brought his head back around and his dark eyes landed on the form of another. This one, he could easily tell, was a horse, no doubt about it. Maybe he could ask her where he was.
Turning his massive bulk in her direction, he flickered his auds and started toward her. His powerful muscles rippled beneath his pelt of cherry brown, though the bunch of whip slashes littered his sides and back, more heavily his back. Yet they would probably heal, and leave nothing much but a temporary mark.
Once he was close enough, he left just a few yards in between them, cautious and wary, though quite willing. "Hello?" he called, equine lips parting. He gave his wrapped banner a strong flick. It was probably clear that he had once been owned, but he didn't want anyone to pay any mind to it. Yet.

Nirvana .+. Latin

,B>Can't catch me, Latin! her voice was like that of whiskey, a touch of fire and making you just wanna say give me more. She flew right past Whisper and Clyde, and not to far behind her was another. The mare, she was at least seventeen hands high, and all dark beauty. Her movements were like that of poetry, smooth and graceful, strong and sure. Her partner, he was...Er, lets just say much shorter. The Chilean stallion raced after Nirvana, his legs eating up the ground when suddenly the friesian mare darted left, then back to the right hard once more. Trying to follow her movements, the dark dappled grey stallion turned, but his hind end caught mud just right and sent it out from beneath him. There was a loud thud as he went down, but just as quickly he stood and shook himself off. His laughter rang out in the air, and he said ,B>You cheater, my dear Nirvana, you cheater! His voice, god his voice was just as good as hers. Accented into it, you could tell he was not from here, somewhere from South America maybe? Ah yes, Chile my friends. Now, these two were far from being a couple. Indeed, they were just close friends out searching for their other friend, Sobe who was quite a distance was here. Nirvanas seductive laughter filled the air, and she stopped, turning to look at Latin. Thats when her eyes fell upon Clyde and Whisper. Immediatly her entire body tensed, as she raised her proud dial. They...They had seen her play. She never played. How dare they watch her! Suddenly there was a nip at her shoulder and she turned to see the smaller horse standing beside her. Lighten up, babe. He murmered. Then in a louder voice, he called to the two Hey! Hows it goin' He nearly let out a squeal as sharp teeth sank into his soft neck. He turned to look at his counter part, full on pout on his face. Now that wasn't nice! He said. He was not used to America, nor their ways here. That not everyone was nice like he was.

Whisper

The Mustangbuilt fae snorted, shaking her thick nape again. Itchy...She felt itchy. Multi-colored pieces of grass were in her mouth, extremely visible. So long. She crunched a few times, her otics danced from the two playfull seeming animals. Then her brown-green optics danced to the large bronc.
"Hello."
Came from her black kissers. Her banner swished a few times not what sure to think of the playfull to. But still; happy she'd made more than on aquaintence.
"I'm Whisper."
The blackened mare beckoned, figuring that would be asked sooner rather than a later common question. Her banner flickered again, being nipped by flies. She took a few nice,slow strides. Her hooves sunk in the soft dirt some more, she shook her nape again. Pawing delicatly at the ground. Her pretty fascade watched to two.
"Nice to meet you."
For she said this to both the mare and stallion frolicing and the other stag. Her mind danced a little, she was new to the Valley, not entirely sure where she either. But obviously this should be called a Prarie grass Meadow or somthing of that sort...

Clyde

The Clydesdale gave a snort, sounding harsh as his nares flared wide. At first, he didn't know the other two equines were even near, but then he caught their individual scents, until eventually they mixed together. Turning his head, mouth gaping, he was able to see as the two raced around, and he almost felt a certain remorse. Never before had he run like that before, not in a long while. Since he was a foal, maybe?
He bobbed his large dial before giving glances to each smaller horse, and then gave a sigh of relief as the wind brushed his thick forelock down over one of his dark eyes. Feeling half hidden now, he spoke up, "Hello, again..." He then gave his large fore hoof a light stomp. "Pleasure to meet... All of you." he then stated, unsure of who he should speak to. Then he simply stood there, auds flickering.

Latin .+. Nirvana

Nirvana scowled as her only friend trotted forward to stand by the other female. She was a jealous sort, even if her and Latin were not together. She to came forward, standing near Clyde. When Latin spoke, it was the same warm voice with the light accent My name is Latin, and this dark temptress is Nirvana. Don't be fooled by her name shes kinda....A bitch His words earned him a scowl, but there was a sparkle in the mares eyes that she knew he was only speaking in jest. What is your name, sir? She asked him. She flicked her thick black tail, her eyes on Whisper. You had to tread lightly around a mare like her. She was quite a hot head, not at all like her breed. Latin, however, was just what his breed asked for. Except he was a little taller then the breed standard. Compared to Clyde and Nirvana, he was short standing at 15.2 hands. He flicked his own black tail, his dark eyes taking in the sights. Pretty valley, is it not? He asked. He himself was new here, as were all of his friends.

Whisper

Whisper listened with a eagerness to be around new equines, of all personas. Nothing ever go to Whisper, she was to layed back, maybe to layed back? She shook her nape again, it was habbit for the smokey bay essa.
She pushed her foreleg into the dirt, makinga pouring-of-flower kind of sound. Whisper kept a straight face when he talked about her. They must be good friends suck such behavior. She glanced at the male residing by her.
She spoke nearly as soon as he finished speaking.
"It's a lovely valley."Whisper nodded, wishing to capture the senery for all it's worth.
Gem like opticals danced overto the tall mare, getting a feeling she was hated already, or erm, Whisper was being sarcastic to herself. Even if one so happened to 'hate' apon hersoul. It shan't bother her one parcel. Her banner snapped, looking overher should. Flies gatheredon her back, she shook her pelt, flicnhing. For the little black vampsswamered away, for this time, anyway.

Clyde

Clyde watched all three horses before him, and at one time or another, he gave his head a small tilt. However, he soon regained correct posture once he realized what he was doing. With a sigh which ended in a strong snort, he lifted his large brown and white dial a bit as the other stallion began speaking. He gave him a hearty bob of his dial then, and seemed to raise an invisible brow. He could understand how mares could be, yet he didn't want to go judging.
Hearing the mare talk then, he looked to her, "Clyde," he simply spoke, giving a small nod. He let his dark eyes scan over the prairie. From his height, he could see just about everything that was enough of a way off. He enjoyed the view, but more than once size was a bit troublesome for him.