Nasr

The stallion was standing there for a couple hours now. His owner still hadn't come back, for whatever reason, leaving Nasr tied up to that skinny tree beside the tall grasses. The flies had started to buzz around him, causing him to flick his tail about his hocks in utter annoyance. He would occasionally lift his head and snap his jaws in the air, in a failing attempt to rid himself of their greedy presence.

Drawing in a deep sigh, he began to pull again at the reins that were strung around his 'post'. His legs were aching to break free and run. The saddle still sitting on his back was giving him an ache, all it's own. This only reminded him of how much he despised coming out here. So much room to move, yet he never could. At least not freely.

Soon after his little battle with the flies, he dropped his head to the ground and calmed, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Angel

Angel was here with her cousin Bello. They walked through the prarie causally. Seeing the stallion tied to a post, Bello smirked with laugher. Going to him she began to pull lightly on the rope, not hard enough to get it untied. No she wasn't going to untie him right away. She was going to have fun for a change. Nobody was going to yell at her either. This stallion had better not get an attitude with her either. Being a stallion he might over power her, but this mare wasn't stupid. If he was rude to her she simply attack him while he was tied up. If he was nice, she would set him free.

"Seem's you've got yourself in a twist, colt," she spoke teasin him to make sure he awoke. She knew he was a stallion. Angel was on look out. At least they were tyring to help him. Although, Bello most likely did it for kicks.

Nasr

Nasr probably wasn't as big as most other horses, standing at only 14.2 hands, but he could indeed pack a lot of power. It wasn't often that he had to go against another, but it wasn't like he didn't have the potential to. Any creature could do that. Nasr was no exception.

He lifted his dished head, having not fully fallen asleep yet, and turned his dark eyes to the mares. Blinking away the sleep, he snorted at the one speaking and only gave his head a toss. "I am waiting for my human." was all he said, practically sensing that there would be trouble following. Keeping full attention on the two strangers, he backed up a bit, tense. "Who are you?" he then asked, ears back a bit into his mane.

Bello

Bello laughed at his questions. "Look Ang, I'm manking him scared." Angel ignored her cousin while she remained on look out. "I'm Bello and that's Angel. We're here to set you free, if you kind that is..." She waited for the stallion's reaction her own ears against her head. Angel was nervous because she was in season. Her smell could be scented.

Nasr

Nasr was already becoming riled up. Scared? Scared? There was no such thing as a scared Nasr when there was no reason for it. He breathed in deeply with the building annoyance, and just as the wind shifted, he could clearly catch a whiff of Angel's scent. His ears pricked curiously, yet then he remembered Bello, as he had previously learned her name. "You hang out with this?" he asked, rather snarkily at that, to Angel. Then he stamped his hoof eagerly. "I am waiting for my human," he repeated, "I have no need for being released." His ears were now pinned into his mane. If he could, he'de probably chase this mare off. She was undoubtedly getting on his nerves, and it wasn't a pleasant experience.

Angel

Angel replied softly, but her words were fierce showing that she meant. She wasn't trying to be rude, but speaking her mind and feelings. "Because she's family..."

"Leave her alone," Bello said finally managing to untie the stallion. She turned her glareing eyes on him as she said more a smirk on her face. "Too bad because your released. Now I want to cause a little mischeif so run on, so you'll master have to come looking for you, pretty little colt. Don't be scared either, I don't think the wolves will like your type." She spoke in hatred her last two words. Ears pricked she waited for him to say or do something. Oh how she despised humans to the bitter end.