.cherished.

.the slender ashen wench silently stepped over the boundary of the lands, unaware of that fact. pretty facade held high, serpentine arched slightly, she gracefully picked her way over the rough terrain, soft mocha optics glancing over the barren landscape, wondering whether other equines called this lovely place home or not. nostrils dilated, she stopped her churning appendages for a moment, but only the rich cologne of a bruin assaulted her delicatec nasal cavities, and she exhaled lightly. audit swiveled forward, she looked about quickly, not spotting anyone. so she moved on, tendrils flicking about her hocks lightly, shooing the pesky airborne creatures that insisted on harassing her.

Ceaser

Ceaser stood in the shadows of the shadows of a few trees, watching the vix as she entered his lands. This place was truly ment for him, one wrong move and the unexpecting could be killed. His orbs followed her movement as she turned to leave. Pillers brought his bulk into the day light, his crania was held high in the air smugly, his mane flowng in the light brezze. He stopped a few feet from where he had been standing, lifting his front shoe, he pounded it down on a log creating an echoing sound towards the nymph.

.cherished.

.at the sound of hoof, pounded against wood, one of the ashen wench's audits swiveled back, then she turned, mocha optics widened slightly, muscles taut. so this must be the bruin she had noticed before, of whose scent these otherwise lovely lands reeked. nostrils dilated slightly, she stepped backwards, head held high. and what do you want? she asked, her notes smooth but cold, a warning to the brute...

Ceaser

Brute emited a snort, his auds placed forwards listening to the nymph's words. As she spoke her short poem, he troted forth towards her, his strides perfect and elegant.He opened his maw to emit his own poem to her. "You tell my vix, you are the one who came into my lands."His tone cold and unforgiving, alright so maybe it wasn't a poem that he was speaking in, but it was all the same. His nares opened to take in her sweet scent but they stopped short as he emitted a har snort of ignorance and impatentness.

.cherished.

.the ashen wench stood her ground, mocha optics narrowed slightly, watching the massive onyx bruin cooly. and it is i who will be leaving. she said, her notes soft, smooth, but carried by dangerous undertones. audits flattened against her skull, tassels flicking about her hocks lightly, she dilated her nostrils slightly, and his heavy cologne assaulted her delicate nasal cavity, causing her to exhale quietly. so let me by she said coldly as she began to move past him, serpentine arched slightly...