Aralyn*Psyche

A lone rider trotted over a rise and towards the land of the wild horses. She had seen wild horses a long time ago back at her own home. But that had been back before college. Now Aralyn was free.

Riding the black hispano over a rise she gazed down into the land searching for some sign of wild horses. This was the first place she looked. She hoped that there would be something there. Anything.

-->Dinar<--

-->Aralyn was looking for a mustang, eh? well, her wish might come true. not that the horse wanted to be seen. but Dinar was a young horse, not quite a stallion, but not quite a clolt, either. he was just over three years old. the youthful Kiger mustang mix was trotting peacefully over the rugged ground. he liked this territory. it was like his old home.<--
-->Dinar picked up a steady canter. he was tall, but rather stocky and heavy, so his hooves thumped the ground in a loud sort of way. he was in clear view of Aralyn and her horse. the young horse was graceful and beautiful, with obvious spirit. it could make anybody want to own him.<--
-->Dinar wasn't aware that he could be seen by the human and her horse. yet. but soon, he smelled Psyche. the mustang mix's ears pricked, and he roared to a halt. Dinar glanced around and spotted Aralyn and her mare on the rise. he was unsure of what Aralyn was - he had never seen a human, let alone a rider with a saddle and bridle! Dinar watched Psyche curiously, but he didn't step forward. the young horse threw his head back and stepped backwards, uneasily. he wasn't sure if Psyche was going to move towards him or not.<--

Blue Lightning

Blue appeared over a rocky hill, where he seen the others.
"Who comes apon my leaders' land?"
He was angry at all the horses that had been appearing around here, and he wanted it reduced. He wanted peace here again. He didn't want this place to be a meeting place. It was his home, and he didn't enjoy the animals coming here. He reared and neighed angrily, getting as mad and frustrated as his leader. He wondered where Forgotten had ran off to, he could really use his in this situation.

Dinar

-->Dinar's attention whipped to the grullo stallion and he instantly lowered his head. but the youngster forgot to stop stepping backwards, and soon he stumbled. Dinar lunged forward to keep his balance. he narrowly avoided falling. the young horse tossed his head nervously. his brown eyes became large, and the white rims of them showed.<--
-->"I'm extremely sorry. I didn't know anybody had claimed this territory," Dinar ied. of course he had. but the colt was a wanderer. many lies were in his past. the youngster wasn't going to stay here. he was never going to stay anywhere. he never had yet.<--

Forgotten

Forgotten, the leaders' adopted colt at the age of 3, trotted in his limping way. His right front leg was almost fractured. When he came apon the hill, looking down he saw what Blue was angry at. Horses. And a human. Humans weren't at all welcomed here.
He reared and whinnied pitifully. He landed down on his left front leg, making a safe landing. He kicked back and galloped forward, his tail held in offending way. Fortunatly, he was brave and elegant, just like his father, Spirit.
He said not a word.

Forgotten

Forgotten stopped and turned away. He could sense something. He turned to the human. He raised his tail again, oviously fluttered with mixed feelings. He would have lashed out right then and there, but he stopped himself. It was no use to cause a disaster, there would probably be a fight soon enough between his father and an intruder. He knew his father was stong, and he was the first to stumble apon this land.
"What is your reason for being here," he said when he turned back to the mustang mix.
"I believe this human is in the territory, which means capturing."
Forgotten tumbled over the land as he reached the grassy hill, and looked down, like his father always did. He lowered his head and ate some grass, and looked toward Blue.

Forgotten

Forgotten had heard his fathers' angry neighing, and dashed to help. His leg caused him some trouble though, but when Spirit aimed for the front of Tempastade, Forgotten came up from behind him, and reared high up into the air. He aimed to come crashing down on the enemys' rump and do some damage...

"Get out of here! he screamed in fury mixed with anger.