.cherished.

.the slender young wench daintily picked her way over the rough terrain, not knowing she had crossed the boundaries, into these lands of which she knew not. audits swiveled forward, the minx lifted her facade slightly, suddenly noticing that she did not recognize her surroundings. young and naive as she was, even at three, her nostrils dilated slightly, inhaling the thick cologne of several bruins, and the light perfume of many minxes. finally, some other equines. but she stood silent, tassels flicking about her hocks lightly as she debated within, wondering whether to make her presence known or remain silent. finally, a soft crescendo of melodic notes leaves her vocals, and her audits flick forward, listening for any replies.

Xanabar

Ziyadah had just warded off a challenger, and now the massive horse was scanning his territory. he smelled two new horses in his territory; both mares. eagerly, the stallion set off to the scent of one. his lope was long-strided and lazy, as though he was confident that nobody would ever take him down. truthfully, he was. and this thought was completely true. Ziyadah soon found himself watching a lovely gray mare. his black tail flicked at any flies stuck on his coat. the stallion whickered in a low tone, and spoke. "'lo, there. my name's Ziyadah, I'm the leader of this herd. you wish to join, do you not?" his voice was moderately deep... not extremely low, but kind of regular. maybe like a rapper's voice, if you exclude the rap.

.cherished.

.the ashen wench glanced up from her grazing as the approach of the onyx bruin caught her eyes. audits swiveled forward, she tilted her head slightly, watching him as he drew closer. yes, i would like to join this herd, if you would have me. she said softly, mocha optics watching him carefully. her alabaster tendrils flicked about her hocks lightly, shooing the airborne pests away.