Ceaser

Mighty 18.1 hh Friesian stallion cantered into the terrain, his head held high, carried with elegance and grace. Others may think he is a pretty boy, but he is more the opposite then that, looks are deceving. Peds carried his massive body in, not caring that the lands had already been claimed, as a matter of fact that was the reason he came here this very day. He stoped suddenly and looked about, then his fron pillers lifted his bulk up in the air as his hind pillers stood tall, he emitted a loud war cry from his maw then came thundering down the ground. "I challange for this herd and all whenchs who live in it!" He called out to the brute who had the gull to call himself the alpha male.

Xanabar

XANABAR
+WILD AND UNTAMABLE+

Ziyadah was a massive Arabian mix. he stood 18.2 hands tall, and was proud and noble. the stallion was immediately on the case when he smelled and heard another stallion in his lands. his ears pinned back in fury, and Ziyadah thundered toward the intruder. Ziyadah swept toward the shorter stallion, creaming his furious call. he didn't bother to speak any words; instead, the massive stallion halted about 10 yards awy from the challenger. he was no overly eager, and so he was content to wait for the fight to be brought to him. and if he failed, Ziyadah would rely on speed to get him out of here. then he would recover and come back. in fact, if Ziyadah was beaten, he wouldn't stop coming back until he had gotten his territory back. the experienced male bore many battle scars, showing his experience and skill. he was the veteran of many battles... all of them in victory for him. Ziyadah was a beautiful horse, but he didn't care. he wouldn't mind if he ended up thee ugliest horse living. Ziyadah snorted, eyes narrowed as he glared with misgiving at the foolish challenger. he would suffer. oh, yes, he would suffer aa horrible defeat.

Ceaser

King Ceaser looked towards the SHORTER brute with a misserable look, pathetic he thought to himself. Pillers picked himself up as he troted towards Xanabar, a hard snort was emitted from his nares. "Be my guest as too take the first move." He taunted the colt. Front dagger dug into the soft ground creating a large hole.

Xanabar

Ziydah ignored the Friesian's taunting words. he looked down at him with an amused look, and tossed his head. "I don't think so." Ziyadas's elegant head tossed in annoyance. if the fight wasn't brought to him, there would be no fight. his legs were long, and though he had some Arabian blood in him, they were anything but fragile. Ziyadah had something else in him... what is was? unknown. probably some weird breed that nobody knew... maybe it was just mutt. but it made him as tall as he was, and he was not shorter than this challenger. Ziyadah was not impatient. he calmly waited for this "Ceaser" to make a move. for he was not going to start the fight. ever.

Al Sheratan*Aaka

Al Sheratan and Aaka silently made their way to the fight. Aaka being a wolf crept closer and closer silently stalking King Caesar. She came from behind and looked at Ziyadah for permission. She wouldnt attack unless he said. Even if she was tired she still had enough stregth to fight.

Al Sheratan was considerably shorter than both horses. Being only 14 hands the nimble egyptian arabian stepped closer but stayed off to the side watching. She hadnt seen someone fight in a long time. She looked at Ziyadah curiously then back to the other stallion. Both were massive to her. Much larger indeed. She saw Aaka behind the intruder but didnt say anything. Aaka was to far back for him to kick. She didnt worry. The white mare moved closer to Ziyadah thorns melting into her mane. She wouldnt speak. Even Ziyadah and yet to hear her speak more than five words.

Xanabar

Ziyadah's ears flicked back to listen to Aaka and Al Sheratan. Ziyadah tossed hishead. his eyes weren't on the wolfess, so Ceaser wouldn't attack her if he found that she was behind him. but it was clear that he was saying not yet. if he needed help - though he doubted it - and if Aaka wished so much to attack, he would let her. Ziyadah struck the ground boredly, heaving a loud sigh. he wasn't going to budge until Ceaser attacked.

Al Sheratan*Aaka

Al Sheratan didnt move. She remain motionless until another stallion appeared this one also a stallion. He had no reason to go for Ziyadahs territory but he had a question. "Sheratan. Have you seen Maila?" he was shifting from foot to foot not liking being in another stallions territory. Hidden Shadows had never liked being near others. He tended to avoid them. But this was urgent....

Turning to the other stallion she said "No I havent" was all she said her voice sound like whispers in the wind. Hidden Shadows nodded his head and backed up hastily nodding to both the other stallions. "Have a nice day you four" he said unknowing that Aaka was trying to remain undetected. Sighing the white female trotted around so she was facing Caesar as Hidden Shadows left somewhat quickly to head back to his own home

Fauve

15.2 hh bay femme cantered into the clearing, coming to a halt at Al Sheratan's shoulder. " Greetings friend Al Sheratan. I regret my tardiness. I was... delayed." She looked at the scene before her, taking it all in. Apparently a fight for rights to the territory. And the femmes. "I see I am late for the fun. A pity."

Al Sheratan

Al Sheratan galnced at her new friend. She smiled not wishing to speak. Sheratan didnt like to speak. It wasnt natural in her mind....

Aaka glanced at Fauve. Seeing her friends silence she said "Hello Fauve how are you?" she asked quietly

Fauve

She was startled that the formerly agressive huntress was suddenly friendly, but she could not say that she was not pleased. Not one much for words herself, or to express her feelings, she only smiled quietly, and said to Aaka. "I am well, my thanks. You are also well, I hope?" And fell silent, waiting for the wolf.