Desert ROse

Deadly Aim had left. S she wandered into the ajoining Terra, she let out a soft melodic call to the lead hoping to be excepted. She stomped a dainty fore hoof, her bright eyes shone intelligently in her dished face, her bod was lithe like her ancesters teh Arabians. Her Grey coat shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun as she waited.

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.

Desert Rose

A smile comes to her mawa at the stags words. She speaks to him her voice a smooth melody.

I'm Blessed, Desert Rose. And Yes I have come insearch of a home