Tarnished Silver

The chocolate colored mare paced into the lands, giving a "whistle" to the other mares, her silvery white mane and tail glistened in the watery winter sun. Her high paced steps made her look like a classy, like a posh show horse, only wild, a natural beauty, gliding across the frosty ground. She whistled loudly, calling to the mares, any stallions would receive her black hooves hard and fast.

Eris

The gray lady's orbs looked down lazily at the grass as she took her morning meal. She lipped the covered-over blades of grass that were hidden beneath the snow. Pesky stuff. She hated it. Coming from a desert, she had never seen it before. It was something she thought was interesting, but if it was going to take away the grass, which was something deserts didn't have much of, then count her out of it. But it seemed this thing called "Winter" had caught up to the valley, which she was clearly unaware of. One could easily tell she was new here, and from a whole different place. She acted as though snow was a burden, which it pretty much was. To her, at least. Soon she released a strong snort and flung her dial upward, auds swiveling forward. A mare? Finally, maybe someone that thought the way she did about stallions. With a loud neigh in reply to the whistles she started off, at a "powerfully" elegant gallop. Her neck and banner were arched, partly showing her heritage, while the rest showing how beautiful she was. It also showed her position of queen around here. She let a smooth, soft melody of a whinny slip through her horsey lips as she slowed to a halt near the new fem. She tossed her dial lightly before speaking in her desert-wind-like voice, which she had inherited just from that, "Hello, fair lady, welcome to the Calype Ranges, land of mares. I am Eris, the queen around here. What have you come here for?" she asked, flicking her brilliant banner. Her soft outer shell was kind and sweet toward other mares. Completely unlike her with stallions. She hated them. All the way. But one stag that had unbelievably been given her trust to be the guard lived here. Eris stood there, high and proud, auds flickering, nares flaring to being in the other's scent.

Tarnished silver

She snorted, inhaling deeply. She lifted her left front pillar, like spanish walk, arching her neck, as she sunk to a type of bow. She pulled her self up swiftly and elegantly. She was elegantly pre-portioned, and interestingly colored, she was a beauty in alls eyes. Your warrior princess here, I hate stallions with a vengeance deep to my heart, I heard of this place, so I came. Tarnished silver at your service, named by my father, as he wanted a colt, and killed my mother getting one. She snorted, she was smart, she could raid stallions, attack, bribe, seduce, anything to hurt them.

Eris

Eris looked at the mare, a little grin plastered onto her features. Yes, here was one that definitly was like herself. She snorted, and bobbed her dial in a way many horses couldn't, perhaps, then raised a forehoof. She nodded. "Good... You think much like me. And sound interesting as well. There is only one thing: One unqiue stallion resides here; he is known as the guard. He should be trusted at all times, being the guard, but report to me if he does anything... Stupid. Fine?" she stated, one auds forward with the other thrown back. Oh, she enjoyed speaking with others like her. Much. Few were like her in these parts. She waited for a reply, wondering if the mare would take kindly to hearing of a stallion living here. She didn't have to stay near him if she wanted. He was the guard, though, and would probably stay(unless of course he did something "stupid").

Tarnished silver

She snorted, slightly annoyed that it was felt a stallion must guard her. Fine, but if he comes to close, or irritates me, he will meet my flints, and my ivories. what does he look like, so if we should meet, i will not attack or harass him for being in femme lands. she shook her head a little, she knew this male would only be trouble.

Eris

Eris looked at Tarnished Silver, narrowing an orb at her words. She thought back to the last time she had seen the stud. "Well, he's quite a strange-looking horse. Huge and black, with feathery hair that sprout out from above his hooves. That's pretty much it. And his name is Hidden Shadows. I'm sure he'll be very easy to pick out from others." she stated, nodding. She lifted a hoof when she said feathers, and dropped it carelessly to leave her signature on the ground. Her orbs then scouted out across the land before them, wondering where that stallion had gone off to.

Tarnished silver

She snorted. Have you ever had the desire to have a foal? I feel like producing a filly, and raising her in our ways, only that would involve a stallion She felt embarrassed and weird for mentioning it but it was her hearts desire.

Eris

Eris listened thoughtfully to Tarnished Silver's words. She nodded lightly, but wasn't at all embarrassed. "Actually, yes, once. Long ago, when I was just a flicka. I fancied having my own little filly, but being raised by the mares I had lived with, it was like a crime to say your thoughts about it. I myself was a pure product of forcebreeding, anyway. After getting a much bigger taste of what my older friends wanted me to grow up being like I knew it wasn't my destiny to have a foal... Let alone a stallion friend." she stated, tilting her dial a bit at her own thoughts. Yes, she was like that in her younger days. But now look at her. A true hater of studs. She now cared not a bit about having a filly of her own, for they were not as important as staying away from the stallions. Where she came from, you outta be killed for being seen with one. She snorted lightly, shifting her weight to her other two limbs. She sighed deeply, but it was just that; a sigh for breath and nothing else.

Tarnished silver

Ha, a stallion friend, never she spat, just a foal, I will use their services then kick them in the gut for it, teach them to mess with mares. she shoke her neck. My father hated the fact that I was le fille. Not le homme. she spoke in french. and as soon as I could answer back tried to give me to the strongest stallion looking for a foal bearer. He killed my mother by raping and raping her, infront of mine and my brothers eyes, my brother. The only colt or male have, or ever will like.

Eris

Eris listened intently, nodding every once in a while. Once the other mare was finished with her speech, she slightly shook her head. "That's exactly why I started this herd, for the new and constant victims of stallions that don't wish to go through it. If only others could see clearly about what could happen to them, and that they are putting their lives in the frog's of their leader's hooves." she stated, grinning lightly. "Then the world of fae's will know... Finally." she then said, lifting her dial a bit more. She snorted, angry at the stallions that threatened and took away other mares' lives. There were three words to describe it: Pa-the-tic. That's right, pathetic.

Hidden Shadows

The male moved silently out of the trees and towards the faes every now and again looking behind him. He paused and let out a soft whicker calling to a mare that he had known for some time. He watched Tarnished Silever closely but made no move to come near. He let out a soft whicker for the mare.

Psyche came out of the trees next, the hispano arabe moving cautiously. The scent of humans clung to her for she was not wild but she was not tame. She lived in both sides of the world which had made no stallion want her. Hidden Shadows had said that he might be able to get her a home here. But she needed to get her friend Al Sheratan. The little egyptian arabian had gotten caught and was now being used as bait for stallions to fight. She came beside Hidden Shadows and he nudged her forth closer to the mares. "Go" He rukbled softly. The black mare paused a moment longer then stepped forth closer to the mares. She knew they would reject her for no one wanted a half tame half wild horse.

Tarnished Silver

The chocolate coated, silver maned, and tailed mare snorted. She whinnied lightly to the mare, she didn't care about human scents, but it was her sex she cared about. She welcomed her in, turning to the stallion she pinned her auds back into the glittery gray mane, squealing in complaint. One step further and your going to be trying to find your teeth. She didn't trust stallions. She never would.

Hidden Shadows

He made no sound or movement towards the mare. His eyes remained locked upon Psyche for she was all he cared about. The large mare was his best friend and if either of these mares harmed her.....He would have to take drastic messures. Large stallion turned his head into the wind and snorted then moved away one ear turned towards the mare listening to them for he understood Eris's rules of dont bother the mares. They could beat him to death and he was not allowed to make a move against them. He understood that. He lowered his massive dial and moved away the snow to eat some of the grass beneathe.

Psyche turned to Hidden Shadows and then back to Tarnished Silver and Eris. "Um....Hi" She said softly. She didnt care for mares or stallions for both had always shunned her. She was used to solitude but Hidden Shadows had promised that she could live both here and with her mistress Aralyn. "I'm Psyche." Her words were short and slightly rushed. She spoke with a slightly spanish accent from her andalusian heritage but she prayed that these two would not mind if she confused words.

Eris

Eris' orbs stayed on Tarnished Silver, even when Hidden and the new mare came up. "He's the guard. A stallion he may be, at least a pint of respect should be given for his work." she stated, not trying to start a fight or anything, but he had an important job. She then turned to Psyche with a strong snort. Her orbs focused on her black form, and her auds pricked to catch her words. Quite unusual, actually. The scent of human drifted steadily to her nares, and she shook her dial lightly, trying to rid herself of it. But it kept coming. Ah, who cared. It wasn't the end of the world. "Hello... I'm Eris, queen of these lands. What brings you here, tame Psyche?" she asked, raising a brow. She didn't add the word "tame" in to make fun of her or use an uneccessary term or judgement, but it was how she talked. She stood there, shifting her weight. This mare could stay if she desired to. It was the freedom she gave all mares, unless they did something horrid-- let's not get into that.

Tarnished silver

Thats more respect then any stallion has ever got from me she snorted, it was true, normally should would she starting a fight by now.

Psyche

She watched the other mares for a moment then said softly "Hidden said that I could come here....If not thats ok I can go." She was usually a very certain mare but not having much contact with other horses had made her this way. Somewhat shy and timid unless she had a close friend with her. "Um...Why do you take all your anger out on every stallion instead of just the ones that hurt you? I mean....Hidden hasnt done anything wrong. I admit some stallios are worse then jackasses but still. No reason to take your anger out on him or anyone else that didnt do anything." It was the most she had said and Hidden himself was surprised at her words but he made no comment. He continued to eat on what little grass he could find sighing softly. Sooner or later he would have to talk to one of the mares for he couldnt live in silence forever.

Tarnished silver

She snorted her auds flickered. If you have seen torture, rape, and murder, committed by more then 3 brutes, and hade the first two committed on you, before you had seen 2 winters then you would feel as I. It takes time to gain my trust, I don't just hand my soul and being out on to ever fae or stud who passes me, I find it revolting. She was normally fairly kind, but words easily angered her. She would learn about that stud, before she would allow him to close. She would hover closly, and breifly deciding on his trustly ways, or if they were not.