Cyric Dancer

The beautiful paint canvas came galloping into the Tall Grass Prairie. Cyric Dancer had caught the scent of a herd from a mile away, and immediately relized he was going to have to fight to claim the herd. His powerful hoooves pounded across the vast grass, allowing him to gain many feet of ground in one stride. Cyric Dancer slid to a stop. He had heard others talking about different herds, and had caught the leader's name of this one. "Spirit, I challenge you to a fight. If I win, I want to claim your herd. If I loose, I shall do whatever you request", Cyric Dancer bellowed.

Al Sheratan

A lilt of musical laughter reached the stallions thorns. She knew what she was doing and hearing his challenge the small white dove came dancing out of the shadows and into the light where he could see her. "is it Spirit you search for or Ziyadah?" she was breath taking. Short and petite her name was Al Sheratan. The white dove stood nonthreateningly in front of him her eyes dancing as she began to trot in place. she could never stand still. Dancing in place she laughed again the music reaching the intruding stallions ears. She didnt exactly care who won. Xanabar had not been heard from for awhile now. Maybe this stallion could be interesting. "he has three more days. If he has not come.....The land should be yours"

Hiding my pain from those that can help me

Fauve

Fauve too heard the stallion's challenge, and came forward, rubbing shoulders with Al Sheratan, the nearest thing she had to a friend. She too did not particularly care who ruled the lands. As long as she could eat her grass and be left in peace, she would be happy with whomever won. She said nothing, but stood boldly, without dancing and without showing any signs of uncertainty or hesitation. She was by no means being dominating, but nor was she submitting. She simply accepted the male on a level that was something like "You're here and you're not hurting anything, so you're ok." And this stallion would have to do a lot to get off of that level. Ziyadah had yet to.

Al Sheratan

An image of broken uncertainy

Al Sheratan stood still and rubbed her head on the other mares neck. She whickered to her then turned back to the stallion. "Are you staying or what I dont have all day to find out" she had a temper on her and the short petite mare knew how to use it well. Standing next to Fauve she glared at the stallion a haunting challenge in her eyes. "Come on Stallion. Lets Dance" she grinned a wicked grin ready to play with her new "toy"

Fauve

Fauve whickered in reply to Al Sheratan, and listened to the mare speak with the visiting stallion. Hearing the challenge in her friend's voice, she squared her shoulders, though she made no move forward. If the stallion wanted to hurt her friend, he would have Fauve to reckon with as well. She stood tensely, waiting for his reply.