Nasr

The stallion's bridle was tight about his face as he lifted his head high into the skies. The pressure increased on the corners of his mouth as he tried to get his way for a moment, and then gave in as he plodded through the tall grasses. The human sitting upon his back was planted firmly in the saddle, unwavering when it came to the Arabian's fits of energy and activity.

"Whoa," the human spoke, in a tongue totally foreign to the horse's ears. The only word that ever left a two-legged's mouth that this horse understood, was his own name. "Whoa," was what he once again heard, and it snapped the stallion out of his sudden daydreams. Nasr, as he was named, felt the heels of his rider dig into his side as he stumbled forward in a hurry to gallop to the trees.

When the pair finally left the clearing and reached the beginning of the woods, the human swung down in mid-stride before taking the reins down around Nasr's head and going to tie them around a small tree. This was where the stallion would be left, for just temporarily, until the human came back. Nasr never really understood these strange outings, and well, he didn't quite care. He was just happy to be out and about, although being held back so constantly wasn't something he was fond of.

The stallion dropped his head to the grasses below as his rider walked away from the scene. Nasr was going to, once again, try his best at eating the tasty blades, despite the bit causing him a considerable amount of difficulty in the process. He was rather bored, to say the least.

Spy

She moved quietly through the trees, a large black creature with a foal keeping close to her side. The bay filly stared in awe at everything, while her mother was more grim. What was she to do? Fierce was loose, that was good, but now she had to finish her end of the bargain. A glance was given to the little filly, Forsaken. Morbid had found out her little secret, and now this bastard child was what she had to show for it. She came to a sudden halt as the scent of human drifted to her nares. This way. She hissed to her daughter, but Forsaken had a mind of her own. Mama! Look! Then she was off and heading straight towards Nasr. Forsaken! Get back here! Screamed the mare, but to no avail. The little bay came running forth and stopped just short of the tied up stallion. Whatcha doing? She asked. Then Spy arrived. The mare was sixteen hands, but slight in stature as most irish sport breeds were. Come here, now. She said softly, her voice dangerously low. Her eyes drifted to Nasr once, but it was a dark look. She wasn't one to be toyed with, no indeed, and she was having a really, really bad day.

Sandial

Sandial trotted over the green grassy plain. Her light coat and bright blue eyes worked as any thing BUT camoflouge. She walked up to the foal. "hello..." She said smiling. She had always loved babies, but of course she didn't have any of her own. She looked up to the black mare. "Hello..." She smiled. She hadn't noticed the stallion yet but when she heard the sound of his breathing she turned and looked at him. She smiled.

Nasr

Nasr was minding his own business, standing there trying his best to munch on the rather tall grasses that were surrounding him. They were quite tasty- much better than that stuff the humans gave him at the corral. It was what the humans simply called 'hay'. To him, it was nothing more than what it really was- dry grass. This was a real treat.

Too lost in his reverie of peppermints and molasses-dipped carrots, he jerked his head up at the scream of another equine, not too far from his own location. He turned his dished profile in that general direction just in time to watch a small foal approaching him. His ears pricked in a curious manner. "Waiting for my human," he answered, as he then averted his gaze to the taller mare. Her mother, he supposed. He gave a small bow towards her, or at least what he could manage with having the reins pulling against his head.
Nasr looked at the filly, a bit startled at being spoken to. He had never met anyone else out here. It surprised him in a way that a couple horses- no, make that three horses now, had appeared. Offering the mightiest of smiles to the group, obviously none of them he knew, he offered his own greeting. "Hello." he replied, although to no one in particular. He first looking to the filly again, then to the much larger black mare, and then the lighter mare as they seemed to gather around him. It was becoming rather crowded around here.