Fauve

Bay mare trots into the meadow, harks perked for any sound. Convinced that no one is nearby that might do her harm, she lets out a whinny, her sweet, true alto floating over the gentle hills, searching for whomever ruleth this land.

Aaka* Al Sheratan

A white wolf stalked through the lands in search of Al Sheratan when she came upon Fauve. a deadly smirked crossed her face and she stalked close behind the bay when all of a sudden there was a loud shout "Aaka no!" Immediatly the white wolf growled and came aroun in front of the bay. As she passed she snarled "Your lucky Sheratan was here to save you." A white mare stood across a clearing, hiding in the shadows. "the lead stallion should be here soon. If he asks you didnt see me ok?" Xanabar had no idea that Al Sheratan was here. At least not yet. She could hide for awhile. Leave hints that she was here. Then she could annonce her prescence. She just wanted quiet. Away from the wolves.

Fauve

Bay mare reacted naturally to the surprise, shying and rearing up to avoid any attack, but when the attack did not come, she bared her teeth at the wolf in question. She spoke with a foreign accent, though no one seemed to be able to identify it. "Watch yourself, pad-one!" She used her tribe's word for wolves. "I am no unseasoned fae as what you think me to be. I am blood-bred warrior, and chance you not forget that next time!"

Her tongue was odd and some of the words were misplaced, but she was really mostly covering her momentary startlement. She laid back her ears, teeth still gleaming, so white against the dark pelt, and stomped a foreleg for emphasis.

She was a proud mare, if young and generally disinclined to express herself, and she would not be treated like just another deer or something to be killed and eaten.

Aaka

Aaka smirked and laughed openly at the horses comments. "You want to know warrior? I can show you warrior." She was about to spring at the fae when Al Sheratan came in front of the bay. "Aaka! You said you would remain Ammon! Ammon! You disobeyed! You are in the open!" Aaka sat down with a confused look. "Ammon? What the hell does ammon mean?" the egyptian mare shook her head. She was small. Very small. about 13.3 hadns high. Not much of a match for anything. But she was respected by many wolves for her fearlessness.

Enraged the mare readred and shouted "AMMON! Out! Now!" swearing under her breath Aaka left. With pride Al Sheratan turned back to Fauve and said "I must also remain Ammon. You never saw me ok?"

Fauve

"Very well, as you will," the mare replied. And then, almost as an afterthought, she commented, "I believe I may have made a powerful enemy this day. But I cannot let them push me around, no matter how many teeth they have. I will grow a reputation for being weak if I do. And that, I will not tolerate..." she trailed off.

Xanabar

XANABAR
Wild and Untamable
Ziyadah, as he was normally known, had been completely happy in his new meadow. a large pond, plenty of grass, and flat land. lots of flat land. with no holes, either. he could run freely. best of all, this meadow was hidden, protected. it had taken him a long time to find it here, and he was sure that not many others could. still, he had smelled and heard of two that had. Ziyadah had known for a while that Al Sheratan was here, but had been too... er, relaxed to go after her just yet. but now, the stallion was alert. Ziyadah had been calmly grazing when he heard the whinny. his ears pricked and his head lifted. quickly, the elegant horse finished the lush pile of green grass in his mouth. and then he lazily loped towards the sound and scent. he wasn't worried; stallions didn't make alliances, and he was sure that there would be no stallions as skilled, tall, and fierce - in battles, of course - as him for a long, long time. besides, horses had good smell. he smelled no stallion; just two mares and a wolf. one was Al Sheratan, he was sure. the wolf... Aaka, or whatever her name had been. and the other mare was new. he would find out who she was. soon, Ziyadah came upon the trio. he slowed to a walk, head high, neck arched - but in a lazy sort of way. halting before the smaller mares and the wolf, he spoke. "'lo. Sheratan, Aaka," he nodded before turning to Fauve. "my name is Xanabar, but I prefer Ziyadah. you?" truthfully, the stallion just wanted to let the mares in his herd - if they wanted - and get back to drinking, grazing, and just lazing around.
and so he won - as the fastest horse to ever live

announced Xanabar known as Ziyadah genre' stallion blood Egyptian Arabian (mix) 
rotations 5 years old smeared coal black stamps none stretched 17 hands gentled halter, Western, racing act Xanabar is mean, stubborn, and hateful of most humans. he is not as rude and fierce as he once was, but still has his huge wild streak, although it's more of spirit and wildness than just wildness. he can be calmed in a long period of time, but only slightly. Xanabar will make a great stud and halter horse. he detests males (whether they are human or equine), and would rather be put out in a pasture with mares and fillies than with geldings and colts. he will not lose his cool around an in-heat mare, and will not do anything with another horse unless he is asked to. Xanabar has been in training for western and english riding for about three years, but has developed the habit of bucking because the first time he was ridden, the rider wore spurs and held a crop. Xanabar has been completely trained for racing, which he loves. he's probably the fastest horse with the most stamina and heart that you'll ever find--with the exception of maybe one of his offspring. Xanabar never gives up on racing, even if he has an injury. he will be friendly enough and less wild around people who are that way to him, but not so gentle. he's extremely intelligent, learns quickly, and likes to watch his surroundings. Xanabar is getting smarter and faster every day, and he's already so intelligent. he'll do great as a stud, and could be a future halter champion. still, Xanabar is very whip-shy (more suitable calling it "whip-raged"), the result of being hit every time he misbehaved or made a mistake. only his major intelligence, spirit, and wild streak should pass onto his foals, and when the friendliness and affection come, those traits should go onto his foals, too. father Xceptshaahn mother Xcaliber

Al Sheratan*Aaka

Aaka turned towards the stallion who towered over her. Immediatly she growled and backed up so that she was standing in front of Al Sheratan. She wasnt used to being surrounded by beings much larger than herself. Truthfully it unerved her. She only lmew Al Sheratan and that was how she would like to keep it. Silencing her growls she said "Hello Ziyadah." She was still a bit tense but she layed down in front of the white Al Sheratan.

Sheratan glanced at Ziyadah and tensed. She had wanted peace and quiet before meeting others. Now seeing that her presence was known she said in a tense yet quiet voice "Hello" Simple one word answer. One that wont get you killed. Reaching down she nudged Aaka and murmered so only she could hear "You should get back to your fight." Aaka nodded and stood up growling softly at Fauve in warning. Something about the mare unerved Aaka yet she wasnt sure what it was. She nodded once to Ziyadah as she left. Al Sheratan said to Fauve "Dont mind her. Shes a been a bit over the edge ever since this fight started." But like Al Sheratan Aaka wouldnt share her pain with others. Keep it hidden from those that can help you

Fauve

She bared her blunt teeth again at the wolf as she left, and turned to the stallion, bowing her neck. "My tribe's highest greetings to you, Ziyadah." She replied formally, using the words of honor. "And hello from me." She smiled, shifting a little into a more comfortable position. "I am Fauve, the one who is wild and..." and she stumbled a little over the unfamiliar tongue, "un-capturable."

Al Sheratan

Smiling softly Al Sheratan nodded her head to Fauve once "If I havent introduced myself already I am Al Sheratan. I Have no tribe all I have are the wolves as my friends." smiling in the general direction of Aaka she said "Aaka gives her greetings also. Just in different forms." She nodded to Ziyadah and said "If you will excuse me. I have....things to do." She left quickly brushing past Ziyadah as she did. "Have fun here Fauve." were her parting words.

Fauve

She watched the female go... (too bad...)she thought to herself (i could have used a shoulder-friend....)