Majik

The large Appaloosa stallion, a dark brown with a white blanketed rump and back, came galloping into the prairie. The winds, only powered by his intense running, blew his mane and banner back like flags waving heavily in a powerful breeze. His black eyes washed over the land ahead of him, as he finally decided this was where he would stay, or at least until he found another place to call 'home.' Yet he discovered that one simply couldn't stumble upon an area and make it home, they had to check it out. That was what he was all set to do.

His flying limbs soon died down into an easy stride as he slowed under one of the few trees out in the tall grasses. The colorful blades reached just up to his knees here, so it wasn't much of a problem. Just provide more food for him in the end. Searching the area for anything such as preditors or someone he could possibly chat with, he dipped his elegant peppered dial downward and went to pluck at the grass with his strong upper lip and pull them in. A warm Spring day it was, with a cool breeze, and not a cloud anywhere in sight. The perfect day for some peaceful afternoon grazing.

....forgotten....

Her movements were so smooth, so calculated, it was a wonder how she got anywhere. Step, step, step She murmered to herself. But she wasn't just walking. No, she was dancing. Her left leg would rise, nearly straight out in front of her and she would add a faint hop to it. Spin. She murmered. Now she seemed to dance in place, her feet lifting and rising, setting back down yet going no where. Then she rotated, and began a side pass. The warlander mare had been trained for this. It didn't help that her owner had been in a head on crash and died nearly instantly and his son didn't want a hundred thousand dollar horse. So he'd set her free. Now what was she supposed to do? Stand there and look pretty? She had tried to go back, so confused on why she was out but the man had thrown things at her, shot at her. Said bad things to her. You see, Forgotten is a very touchy mare, but then what mare isn't?

Her eyes lifted as she stood still now, to find that of another equine. Yes! She was getting somewhere now, maybe he would know where she was. She moved forward, Glide, Glide Glide The closer she got to the stallion, the quieter she got until no noise came from her but there was a look of utter concentration upon her face. She couldn't screw this up. It was her thing, her special performance that she had been practicing for nearly four months. Her dance.

Majik

The stallion's head was still lowered, maw sorting daintily through the blades of grass, picking each of them as if searching through assorted chocolate. A red one here, a green, then a yellow over there... So many to choose from! Yet they all tasted the same, but why not add a bit of fun to it? Thing was, no one ever told him not to 'play with his food.' Suddenly, he heard the oncomming hoofbeats of a nearby equine, causing him to look up and his auds to flicker. But these soft thuds, they seemed to be sounding off in a rythemic pattern. But what? "Um, hello?" he spoke, his vocals rich in youth. Majik watched her with his dark eyes, wondering what in the world she was doing. Not that it'de probably matter much to him, but he loved to guess, and that's what sparked his curiousity all the time. So now he stood there quietly, waiting for her words. She seemed to be coming to him, was she not?

.|. Forgotten .|.

Her dial lifted, and she offered a grin. She halted right near him, maybe five feet away and still she smiled. Hello. A mature voice, yes it was. She was five years old, and had finished growing but her eyes were full of youth, yet seemed ageless. Her nearly black hide shimmered as she shifted, and giving him a warm smile she waited for a moment before speaking once more. My name is Forgotten, what is yours? The way she spoke, it was elegant and lady like. Precise, to the point of being annoying if you were improper about your speech but it was the only way she knew how to speak. This "Gonna, wanna, dont'cha" Wasn't what she had been around, if you catch my drift. She was what humans call "rich bitch" Type. Now if she heard that, you may find yourself in a coma for she would not be placed among others. Indeed, she held herself proudly. She would not be....A Low life. Oh, she detested that word but for now she waited for this other to speak. Sometimes we must make small sacrifices, and this was one of many that she would make.

Majik

Majik still watched her, his legs stiff and hooves rooted into the ground. That same soil of the grass was etched around his solid hooves of golden and black. How he loved nature, but now wasn't the time to get off track. A mare had just approached him; he couldn't give the wrong impression.
His auds flickered at her words, noting the mature voice she pocessed. Okay, so he wasn't five yet, but he would be soon enough. His voice was young, as was his colorful body. Healthy and strong are what I'm hinting at. Proud to be of such blood which gave him his wonderful pelt patterns, and proud of his ancestors.
"Majik," he stated in reply, his silky black forelock falling down over one of his dark eyes. A smile was stretched across his maw, offering a look of total warmth and kindness. Maybe not entirely in a stallion's range, but he was feeling generous and wanted some 'pals' around here. "Pleasure to meet you," he then said after a short moment of pausing, watching her still, though not in an unnerving way. "Are you new here?" he then asked, curious. He was new around these parts, and was wondering if she was too. If she was, then they'd both be in the same boat. Well, at least it'de make him feel a bit better, maybe-- not that he was worried or anything to begin with.

.|. Forgotten .|.

She bobbed her head at the information, her striking black mane flying in the desperate wind as it began to pick up. Yes...My owner let me loose. She frowned at that. She didn't know why she was loose but she knew it couldn't be good. She was ignorant of the lurking prey, of the stalking dangers. She'd never even really been around other horses, except her mother and in passing. Her banner waved. So, what is there to do here? All I've seen so far is grass. And more grass. Is there nothing here but long grass that reaches up to grab hold and drag you under? She asked Majik, her dark eyes on him. Her eyes held kindness, and warmth even if she looked like one of those dark demons of the past.

Majik

Majik eyed her mane as it blew in the wind, and he could feel his own begin to wave in the rushing air. Come to think of it, they had a bit in common when it came to color. Both had black manes, appeared almost black, and probably had a few other things too. But he wasn't going to think about that, not now. He was interested in this conversation that seemed to be boiling up. How he actually enjoyed a good chat, particularly with mares!
"Your owner? I've lived wild all my life. My mother... Kind of in between." he stated, giving his head a slight tilt, before returning it to normal position. Lifting a hind hoof and propping the tip against the ground, he snorted. "Ah, I haven't noticed much myself... I'm new to these parts," he then said, bobbing his own dial at this. At that moment, an idea sparked in his mind, and he looked to her. "Maybe we could go on an adventure— explore the lands for ourselves? I'm sure there's much more than just this," he finished off his part in speaking, wondering what she'de say. Going off with someone you just met, though? He could understand if she refused, but it tugged at the corner of his mind. He simply wanted to offer, figuring it'de it be interesting and perhaps even a bit 'fun.'

Czzariana

Czzarianna, golden pelt and all. Whrilled through the tall grass like a ballet dancer. Her banner raised with a slight sense of herself in a dream. That is what she was to. A romantic, very sentimental,and well thought out. Her manebounced aginst her arched nape. Antoher whril came to her, her appendages twisted, making her bodice turn in a long circle, then bouncing off again. Not very wobbly, but collected and at ease with herself.
Voids landed on a pair of black-maned horses. Her auds went forward ,chewing on a peice of the tall grass for moments.
"Hullo?"
She whinnied smoothly. Her appendages carried her to the two. Her gaze settled on them, and nothing else. Her smile was warm, with a suttle glow. She came to them.
"I'm Czzariana."
She called out. Names where always asked sometime in the conversation.

Majik

The Appaloosa was busy watching Forgotten, having not noticed the other mare drawing nearer and nearer to them. One aud swiveled toward the new equine, while the other simply flickered, still on Forgotten. That was, until he realized this new mare was headed to them.
Turning his head, mane bouncing as he did so, he gave a light snort. After that, he brought in her scent, nares quivering and flaring. Another smile alighted his maw then, and thoughts ran through his mind. Ah, another mare! What stallion didn't think like the others? Maybe Majik was a bit different, but he wanted both friends and maybe... Well, whatever it'de come to.
"Hello!" he neighed out to her, though was still paying attention to Forgotten, or what little he could to keep them both in view. He stood there straight and tall then, giving his black banner a flick behind him. "I'm Majik," he replied to her, giving his elegant yet well-sculpted dial a bob. This helped move his forelock out of his eyes completely then, so it was evenly split on either side of his dark eyes. He figured he'de give Forgotten her chance to speak then, so he simply stayed quiet and waited.

Czzariana

The creamy golden colored mare bobbed her dial in greeting. As well, her tassels bounced. Forelock was eventually placed overside her left opticals. She shook her pelt, somewhat like a dog. Ridding some peices of dust and dibree. She had taken a very enjoyable roll beforeher whirrling about frolic.
"Hullo, Magik. Isn't this place absalutely facinating? So many creatures, and all the nice scents. It's remarkably blissful."
Her brown voids watched the stag and the mare with an irrististable curriosity.

Majik

Majik looked over at the new mare who had just introduced herself, and gave her another light smile, though it was slowly reducing in length. He was happy, though. Happy that he could be making more pals. That wasn't the only reason though. He also enjoyed the companionship that friendship often brought with it. Times to cherish, indeed he thought, repeating the words of his mother in his thoughts. How his mother taught him, so confident and well.
"Yeah, sure," he stated, tilting his head a bit at this mare's words. Her name, Czzariana, was it? he thought, going over the name again and again. Quite unique and different from what he usually heard.
"Many creatures indeed, blissful? Perhaps," he then said, giving a small nod to her words. Although he didn't fully agree with some of it, he sopposed that what she spoke of must be true. He had just arrived here, so he hadn't come across much. Not enough to start judging it for himself, really. "Are you new here?" he then went to asking, just as he had to Forgotten. Ah, curiousity. What was their reason for stumbling upon this valley?

Czzariana

"It could be just me. Blissfull and all. Yes, I'm new to the Valley. I just came apon it...After a while. I wish to explore it all one way or another."
She said with a simple grin, of ajoy. She got quite happy over little things. Such as another person smiling, or flowers...or bmble bees...Or eh, you get the idea.

Majik

Majik gave his head another small tilt, though he quickly straightened it again. He didn't want to seem rude with all this head-tilting. Some may take it the wrong way. "Well, you'll never run out of places to go, I'll say that much," he stated to her, his auds flickering. Although he couldn't know just how big it was, he knew it was huge nonetheless. That thought of exploring and going on adventures in a brand new land aspired him greatly. He was all for it. Now, if only he could get a companion with him, so he wouldn't be alone all the time. It didn't bother him, being by himself, but it was nice to have some company, especially when you just stumbled upon such a place. Oh, the joy and mishap.
"I was just wondering, if you would like to embark on a journey. I was planning on sightseeing a bit of the valley, and what fun would it be alone? We're both in the same predicament, so I figured I'de ask if you would want to come along." he asked, giving a slight bob of his dial. Maybe a bit straight and to the point, but he hoped that wouldn't matter. Ah, he had so much to encounter here, and he was stuck doing nothing. He wanted to get started now, to get familier with the areas. He had three possible options: going alone, with a friend or two, or just sticking around here. He could go alone any time he wished, and he had no friends around here. He certainly didn't want to spend all his time in this one place.
So, why not ask?

Czzariana

Czzarianna nodded with a good thrust of her head forward. Ok, she was perky. But not too perky. Not the kind of perky you want to bumble into te ground. Just joyus.
Her voids danced a little with anticipation of the journey. .Embarking, thats a new one.
"I'd be ablidged to join you on the journey, touring the valley. It would be a pleasure."
She gave, with one more nod. Her creamy mane bounced along her fineley arched nape. Her banner swished aginat her haunches, with a qiickness.

Majik

Majik couldn't help but give a gleeful half rear, which ended in another hearty bob of his dial. He then watched her carefully, raring to already get a move on. There was nothing else to do here now, so he turned his head to look at Forgotten with his dark eyes. "You can come too, of course," he said to the other mare, then turned back to Czzariana. "Let's start now! Which direction should we wander?" he asked her, lifting and dropping his fore hooves upon the ground happily, though not carelessly pounding them. His mother had been between wild and tame, simply going between the two, never staying with humans for too long. That's how he came about to knowing of his ancestors, which most had been past Indian horses before the land itself was even tame. Oh, he had much to be proud of.

Czzariana

Czzariana was joyus. As usual. Her brown fleckd orabs glowed withan excited shine. Her appendages danced quikcly under her. Her banner snapped aginst her haunches again, but with a more poerwful 'whapp!'
"Hm. I hear there are Ruins somwhere. That sounds exciting!"
She said with a whinny.

Majik

Majik watched her antics, happy. He could feel the tension build up in his muscles, particularly his limbs. The powerful muscles rippled beneath his thin pelt of color. Gravity defying, even. "Ruins?" he asked, repeating it, and then the picture came to him. He had forgotten what they were for a moment! He had never actually seen them before, but he had heard some stories and tales of them. Some tricky, some scary, but all the better to check such a form out. "Well, maybe we can just find them ourselves," he stated, giving a nod, forelock bouncing along before his eyes. He then awaited her words, wondering what she'de have to say to this. He liked this mare, she appeared uppity and different from those he usually came across-- or ones that usually came across him.

Majik

Czzariana

"Hm...I'm not sure who should lead. besides. How do we know where the Ruins are?"
Her voice jumped a little. Guess we'd have to ask.

Majik

"I'll be the lead!" the stallion piped up, after noticing that no one else was offering. His mind was taken for just a moment as he thought over how the words he had just spoken rhymed, but then he shrugged it off. He pondered for a while, and then turned in one particular direction. "They may be that way," he stated, having recalled some directions from overhearing a few animals during his passings. "Let's go," he stated, his voice hinted with excitement. At that, he started off at a quick walk first, and then sped up. Progression would come fast.