Unknown Moon

Moon trotted to the border of the terra. He let out a sharp neigh of claimance.
"Anyone who dares to challange my step forth!"
He said fiercely. His mane was alive and tail swayed from behind him. He pawed the ground unpaitently...would he get this TT?

Fauve

Fauve trotted to the call, but her chance was far from threatening. She had only one friend, and Sheratan was the wandering kind. But the lonely mare was still trying. Her dappled bay pelt shone in the fading sun as came forward to greet this new male, tossing her head just a little in greeting, a little whicker in her voice. Hello. I am Fauve. I've not seen Dreamfinder in quite a while. If he does not answer, you shall have this terra. But I would request that you allow myself and my friend Al Sheratan to stay. I've no where else to go, and Sheratan isn't here much. What say you?

Moony

He nodded and smiled. His black orbs falling softly on the mare. He was an understanding stallion.
"Claiming a land doesn't mean I must start reconstructing a herd all over once more. Of course you may stay Fauve. Why would I not let a mare like you in my herd?"
His daggers no longer pawed the earth. Moony's coat shone brightly in the rare sun.

Fauve

Fauve smiled and let her tail flash around a bit, contentedly swatting flies. You are most understanding. My thanks. And she swatted her tail against him gently, her tone and actions just a touch flirtatious. She liked this male. He had a sense of humor.

Moony

He flicked his tail back.
"Wait 'till someone challenges me for this terra!" He neighed playfully. He liked this mare too.

Fauve

She let out a little nicker and smiled. They'll never stand a chance.

And with this she nipped him lightly on one shoulder, rearing up and running off to a slightly distant point, ready to play tag.

Letting a little whicker in her voice, she called, Can't catch me, you! And, suddenly realizing something, she trotted back to his side, speaking softly. It occurs to me that we haven't been properly introduced yet. Fauve, hailing from Lanthus, Caldaen, and, most recently, the land of the two-legged fiends. And she gave a little courtly bow, barely hiding her little smile. They didn't like me there. The feeling was mutual. And the smile grew into a broad grin.

Moony

He smiled. Moony nipped her back. "You're perfectly welcome here." He nickered softly.

Fauve

Dappled mare smiled softly, her tone just a tad teasing. Yes, you said that. But I still don't know who YOU are. There was a little laugh in her voice and she let out a low whinny. So funny.

Moony

He nodded. "I am Unknown Moon, or Moony" He introduced himself.

Fauve

Fauve smiled, dotting her head just a little. Very well, Moony. What shall we do? There is much to explore in this terra. What would you see? We have the island there in the bay, the path of the two-leg rollers, the spring. Or is there something else you would rather do?

Moony

He returned the smile. Yes, we could explore. Maybe the island? He said. I would like to meet this Al Sheretan. So you know where she is? After we explore, we could go and meet her. He nickered.

Fauve

For the first time since meeting this stallion, a little furrowed frown crossed her face. Sheratan is hither and yon... always flitting about. As I say, she does not spend just a whole lot of time here in the lands. She has alliances with wolves, and spends a lot of time out in their lands, and in the lands of the deer and the less organized horse herds.

And her eyes opened wide as she remembered something. Which reminds me... if a female wolf comes wandering into this terra... pure white with a light grey stripe on the forehead... come quickly and find Al Sheratan if you can, or me if you cannot. This female is Aaka, and she comes here once in a while to speak with Sheratan. She is... of an extraordinary temperament, so until she accepts you, you must come find one of us. She and I have a wary sort of understanding, kind of an "you don't hurt me and I won't hurt you" agreement. Just remember, when dealing with Aaka, keep your words polite and calm, and... and here she paused, wondering if she ought to go this far.

Finally deciding it had to be said, she spoke again, her voice soft and low as cold as the grave. Never turn your back on Aaka. Never underestimate her. This I have learned in my short experience with her. Be forewarned, Unknown Moon. Remember well. Her orbs fell upon him soberly, the even, firm tone in her voice showing that she was perfectly serious. She knew from experience that one wrong move with Aaka could find you dead.

Moony

He nodded. "Don't worry, I will." He said.

Fauve

Her deep brown lamps stayed upon him for a few moments, considering him. She had a very keen eye for other beings, something instinctive that told her things. Finally, her eyes roved up to his face, and she met his orbs with her own and said, I must worry. If I do not worry, no one does. And there is much need for worry, sometimes. Remember well, Unknown Moon. And she paused, lamps still upon him, judging and kind all at once. Finally, she tossed her head, and turned about. Come. We go to the island.

Moony

He nodded and turned to the direction of the island. He shook his mane and began to trot smoothly, his muscles moving under his healthy coat. Moony's oids rested on the horizon. He nickered quietly.

Fauve

Fauve whinnied at the slight cold as she hit the breakers, tossing her head gaily. Coming to the deeper water, she began to swim smoothly, heading toward the little dotting of trees on the coastline. She swam along in silence and soon hit bottom, stumbling only a little as she came up on the sand, turning about to see if Moony was following.

Moony

He whinnied to her and swiftly swan toward her. His mane was soaked as he pulled his head up. Moony's daggers hit the sand smoothly and he didn't stumble.

Fauve

Fauve smiled, tossing her head as he pulle dup on the bank. Moving into her old habit of teaching, she stared around and began talking. We call it the Earth of Sudden Water. This is because whenever it storms, the waves wash ashore and cover the place, making it disappear. And she began to point out the more interesting features of the island, the little spring on one end, the places where one could usually find the little plants that were so sweet and tender in late spring, and also the poisonous plants that you needed to watch out for. Coming out of her teaching session, she ducked her head, just a little embarrassed. I guess I've talked your ears off by now. Had she been human, she woudl have been flushed.

Unknown Moon

He smiled. "Oh, it's okay." He said kindly. He laughed and pranced around. As he nibbled at some grass, he cantered around. "Can't catch me!" neighed Moony.

Fauve

Fauve smiled at his kindness, and let a whinny of surprise escape her as he began to race around. Kicking into a low canter, she leapt up behind him and planted a little nip on his flank, turning about, saying, Gotcha! She giggled madly and flew about. Can't get me!

Moony

Oh yeah? He challenged. Moony raced torward her and nipped her softly on her hindquarters. He dashed away. Now try! He neighed playfully. Moony dashed into the water and splashed about.

Fauve

Fauve giggled and let out a playful neigh in return, flipping about and dashing into the water after him. She feigned a nibble at his withers, but pulled back a thte last second. Whirling around, she bucked her hind feet into the air, splashing water all over the stallion. Gotcha!

Moony

He spun around and splashed right back, giving him the chance to tag her. He nipped her playfully on the flank and dashed onto land. "You're it!" He nieghed, and Moony dashed away. "Mb"

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve whinnied as she was splashed in turn, for once able to enjoy the play for the sake of being alive and having a friend. She had turned around and was about to leap after Moony when she suddenly froze, orbs locked on the opposite bank.

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There stood a tall, dark man, a length of black braid falling past his waist. He was dressed in an open necked, long-sleeved white shirt, his stark black leather trousers almost invisible against his black skin, and he fairly bristled with weapons. A shoulder holster held four long daggers, suitable for either cutting or throwing. His belt hefted a scythe and two loaded pistols, the rim of the belt lined with extra ammo. Deep brown eyes set over a long, white scar were hard and cold as they stared at the mare, and he murmured to himself in his rasping voice, rubbing his temple where a small white mark stood out against the ebony skin. Ah... there you are... my pet...

Moony

Moony reared and snorted at the man. He looked over to Fauve. "Fauve, does thsi man know you?" Moony said quickly. The man did not look friendly to the stallion. Moony tossed his mane and reared once more.

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve backed and cavalled, for if there was one human in the world she feared, it was this man. She laced back her ears, eyes rolling just a tad. She was not a coward by any means, but Doyle was not your average horseman. Shaking a bit but finally standing her ground, her voice when she spoke was wavered and deep with hatred. His name is Doyle. Watch out, those knives are deadly sharp.

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Doyle laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, as the stallion came to her defense. Those dark lamps lit with amusement as he watched the dappled mare back away. Breaking his silence, he called to her in his deep voice. Well now, Nerysu, I see you remember me. I must admit I am flattered. I thought you'd forgotten. But know that I have never forgotten you, m'dear... And his slimy, slippery voice wrapped around the last word and twisted it to mean horrific things. Not with this souvenir...And he fingered the loose hairs next to the scarred temple, his white teeth flashing against his black skin. Never do I forget a wytch like you...

Moony

He reared and charged at Doyle. He passed him and spun around attacking from behind.

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve cried out as Moony charged, not wanting her friend to get hurt. Moony, don't! The knives! And then, seeing she couldn't stop him, she cried, Watch his backswing!

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The dark man calmly drew one of his knives, hefting it in one hand and unfastening the scythe to rest it in the other. Side-stepping the attack easily, he spun and struck out with the long-poled scythe, aiming to bring the blade down across Moony's side. That rasping voice came to the horse's ears, saying,Interfere with my business dealings, will you, my fellow? We'll see about that.

Moony

Moony dodged the sycthe and then lashed out his fatal hooves at Doyle. He was a good fighter. He tossed his mane and bucked. "Fuave, run to the other side of the terra!" He whinnied quickly.

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve was not normally the kind to retreat, but she knew that Doyle was not the person to mess with. Kicking into a canter, she hit the breakers with such speed that she stumbled a bit, barely regaining her footing and moving on. She had just begun to swim when white-hot pain laced through her shoulder. Rearing and letting out a squeal of anger and pain, she turned about to face her enemy, pounding hooves carrying her now toward the threat.

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Doyle reholstered the gun he had drawn. The wound wouldn't kill the mare, but he had accomplished what he wanted: he'd made Fauve mad. Too bad he couldn't kill her, but she was worth no money dead. A heavy hoof came down on his shoulder in the moment he was distracted, dislocating that arm and throwing the knife from his hand. Flashing the scythe about in is famous backswing, he hurtled away from Unknown Moon, flinging that steel blade in a circle around his body with his good hand, murmuring quietly. That's right, my pet... come to your Papa now...

Moony

"No Fuave!" He neighed. Moony dodged the sycthe once more. It was easy to tell what the human was going to do with it. Swing. That's all. "Fauve don't come! He WANTS you to!" He screamed.

Fauve*Doyle

Doyle continued to whip his scythe about him, keeping the horses at bay as best he could. He was waiting for a moment... any moment to get at that blasted stallion. Eyeing him carefully, the man waited for his chance.

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Fauve came up just short of the scythe, recognizing Doyle's old trick. Seeing the look in the man's eye, she began to back into Moony, trying to get him away from Doyle's coming attack. When the attack finally came, she flipped around and kicked at his skull, heels coming down with a thump on that temple. It was only a glancing blow because he dodged, but it was enough to send him crumpling to the ground, out cold for the moment. She let out a squeal as the backswing lashed her leg, and stepped back, limping on the near fore but unharmed otherwise. Letting out a nicker and beginning to nose the stallion to ensure that he was alright, she spoke quietly. Are you well, Moony? Whole and unharmed?

Moony

He nodded. "Yes, I am. Now, let's go before he wakes up!" He urged.

Fauve

Fauve nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly. Kicking into a quick trot, which was the fastest she could manage, she began to head to the other end of the terra, craning her neack about to ensure that Moony was following.

Moony

Moony caught up at a slow canter. He nuzzled her, releived that was over. He whinnined for her to follow into the thicket, where Doyle couldn't find them.

Fauve

Fauve returned the nuzzle, her deep brown orbs almost calm now. Turning, she followed him into the thicket, glancing back every once in a while to make sure Doyle was still down. Coming to a halt, she shook herself all over, attempting to stop trembling. She didn't know what had possessed her to charge at Doyle. Never had she done anything so foolish. She tried to hide her confusion by twisting about, using her teeth to grind into her shoulder and pull the bullet out before it got infected. Spitting it far as she could, she lowered her head and began sniffing around for a certain plant. Finding it, she cropped some up and chewed it carefully into a poultice, using her tongue to smooth it carefully over the shoulder wound. The herb would heal the wound in time, but she would always experience a little pain when it grew cold. Turning her eyes back to Moony, she smiled softly, attempting to be reassuring but not really succeeding.

Moony

He smiled in return and took a crystal out of his mane. He took it in his teeth and gave it to her. "It can bring luck and magic." He nickered softly. Oids fell upon the island. He shook his head with anger. Moony pawed the ground, searching for one plant too that healed bullet wounds. He had learned this a long time ago. He found the rare plant and gave to to her. "Ever seen this before?" He asked.

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve nickereda little and took the crystal from him, lacing it intricately into her own mane. Smiling quietly, she replied, I can use plenty of that.

She looked quizzically at the herb he held, never having seen it before, for her herblore was all self taught. No, it doesn't look familiar. What is it?

Moony

He smiled. "It's a herb for bullet wounds. Put it on the bullet wound, eventually the bullet falls out, causing no pain." Moony explained. He tossed his mane once more, but this time in kindness.

Fauve

Fauve smiled and took it from him, layering it over the poultice that she had already applied. My thanks. And her voice fell off before coming forth again. I'm glad that evil-eyed Doyle didn't hurt you. I'm... a risk... a danger to you living here. Now that he has recovered his memory, he will never stop... trying to find me, bring me back to him. And her eyes cast down. I should go... I mustn't bring danger to anyone else anymore.

Moony

He looked at her. "No, you are not a danger to me. Humans are after all of us. Please stay." He pleaded.

Fauve*Doyle

Fauve eyed Moony uncertainly, but finally relented and came to stand beside him, brushing her neck along his in affection. Very well... I will stay. But only... because I know that he will find me... wherever I go... best to stay somewhere I know... And her eyes met his. With... someone I trust.

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Doyle stirred slightly, hopping to his feet almost before he was awake, by sheer habit. Seeing that he was no longer under attack, he reached over with his good hand and wrenched the dislocated shoulder back into the socket with a grunt of pain. Rubbing his head, he cursed fluently at the dappled mare, loud and long in his native tongue. Finally regaining his control, he let that swaggering grin fall back on his features as he spoke so softly...I'll get you yet, my pet... You'll pay for this mark, I swear it. And, grabbing up his discarded weapons, he turned and walked into the trees, disappearing from view.

Moony

Moony looked kindly at her and brushed his neck along hers in retun. He nuzzled her and trotted back to where tey had met.

Fauve

Fauve trotted beside him, now silent, not knowing what else to say. Reaching the spot they had been at, she began to graze quietly, thinking hard, considering.

Moony

He nuzzled her affectionately. "Is there something on your mind?" He asked.

Fauve

Fauve eyed him cautiously, though with a distinct fondess visible in the lamps. Finally breaking off her gaze, she shook her head furiously, angry with herself. She walked a little restlessly, and finally turned to face him, speaking haltingly. The last time I saw Doyle... well... I thought I killed him. He deserved to die. He made me what I am... every irritable, suspicious, exacting, scarred inch of me. It is because of his abuse that I am this way. I swore one day that his blood would ride my hooves... and now... And she swore creatively in her native tongue, tossing her head and ramping back and forth. It was several minutes before she had calmed enough to speak again. I let him escape... let him go. And now... who knows who else he will victimize... who else he will hurt... And her head went down with a sigh. He likes his horses submissive and obedient, and will beat it into the spirited ones if he must... I fear for the equine population of this valley if he should continue to reside here. And... it's my doing because I haven't the courage to finish him....

Moony

He walked over to her and nuzzled her. "Running away from a threating animal does not make you a coward, it makes you horse. You will probably come back. He seemed to make it clear that he wanted you. Let him try! " He said. Moony rubbed his head against her neck.

Fauve

Fauve smiled just a fraction, and returned the affection. She couldn't be upset when he was being so kind. I suppose you are right. In any case, there is nothing more we can do this day. I suggest we find what grazing we may, and then settle for now.

Moony

He nuzzled her once more, and then returned to grazing. "Yes. It is getting late." He replied. The sunset had now spread its color across the sky. His pelt now glowed a tiny bit. She would see now at night, why he was named Unknown Moon.

Fauve

Fauve smiled, admiring his pelt shamelessly. Her little white dapples shone as well, making her drab bay coat sparkled with captured starlight. She whinnied in appreciation, her tone just a little flirtatious. She then lowered her head back to the terra, cropping grass contentedly. It had been a fine day, despite certain intrusions.

Moony

When it was black, he looked up at the stars, murmering something. "It's time to turn in, but first, watch." He said. His chestnut pelt glowed and the moon suddenly shot all its light around him. He shook hi mane and reared up. The moon suddenly went into a solar eclipse.

Fauve

The sight of him so silhouetted against the nighttime sky was one to take the breath away, and she stood completely silent, watching him in wonder. Now she understood why he was called the Unknown Moon: the light gleaming from his hide shamed the stars out of the sky, made the orb itself look tarnished in comparison. She was quiet for a few moments before she reared up herself, letting out a high whinny of sheer glory at being alive on so glorious a night.

Moony

He smiled. This was the first solar eclipse at night he had made. Moony whinnied as he saw Fauve rear up. He looked up at the darkness in the night sky with night colored orbs.

Fauve

Dappled mare lowered to all fours and sighed quietly, settling herself to the ground. Trying not to jostle her wounded fore, she wiggled around a bit to get comfortable. Finally finding a comfy position, she gazed up at him, smiling, as the moon caught that single crystal in her mane and set it alight.

Moony

Now, he finally lowered himself. He nickered and then nuzzled Fuave. He caught sight of her crystal and smiled.

Fauve

Fauve smiled contentedly, completely calm at last. She leaned against him for a moment, brushing her tiara all along his neck. And then she lay her head down and was asleep almost instantly.

Moony

He smiled back and nuzzled Fauve once more. Moony put his neck over hers affectionately. His sleek pelt touched Fauve's he slept in a deep sleep soon.

Fauve

She woke softly, careful not to move from his side for fear she would wake him. Instead, she lay still, looking around at him. How handsome he was, and how brave, and all those silly thoughts that run through your head when you have a crush on someone. She continued to watch him, unmoving, waiting for him to wake.

Moony

He woke soon after Fauve did. He nuzzled her. Moony suddenly realize how cold it was. He lifted his head. "Winter is here" He said. Moony smiled. "How about we don't freeze to death in the lake?" He joked. Swishing his tail he started to chip away a thin layer of ice that had formed on the grass with his hooves. he stepped aside. "You may graze here if you want." He offered, brown, kind orb meeting hers.

Fauve

Fauve smiled as he awakened, getting to her feet, laughing a little at his joke. Shaking the frost out of her pelt, she offered him her most shimmering smile in exchange for his kindness. Lowering her head, she began to graze.

Moony

Moony smiled and began finding a place to graze close to Fauve's. He wanted to keep them both warm by being closer, but he also had stronger feelings for Fauve than he had for other mares. He chipped away some ice with his ashen hoof and began grazing at the damp grass.

Fauve

Fauve edged closer to him, grazing as she went, eager to keep in the warmth, and eager to be near him. She continued sidling slowly until she came up close beside him, where they were almost touching...

Moony

Moony smiled in warmth to the beautiful mare. She was strong, brave, and caring. Now, He inched closer to her neck with his head. He soon laid it over hers. The cold air was bitter, but there seemed to be a warm bubble around them.

Fauve

The dappled fae's mind floated in a sweet, warm cloud as she felt a muscular neck lay over her own. Sidling a bit, she brought her dial to rest upon his back with a low whinny of sheer contentment and pleasure.

Moony

He whinnied and nuzzled her nape. He knew he loved her, somehow. They had just met. He still did. Nickering to her, he looked up at the sky. Soft snowflakes began to fall.

Fauve

Fauve felt within her the stirrings of something, something wild and strong beyond her control. Her eyes met his and surge of warmth ran through her, making her shiver. But was it what she thought, or simply the new falling snow that was making her shiver? Her eyes were drawn back to him again and she knew: this was no trick of the weather.

Moony

Moony nuzzled her silently and groomed her silky mane.He touched her nape softly with his black maw. The snow held sudden warmth and his orbs glistened.

Fauve

Fauve turned her face into him and buried her eyes in his mane, murmuring joy. She had no real words for the many feelings flying through her in one moment, and it almost made her dizzy with thrill. So she stayed still, just content to be touching him, next to him.

Moony

He stayed still. He murmered something to her softly.
"I know we have been through much, and in so little time, but will you be my mate?" He asked. Moony knew he had said stunning words, and that they would hit Fauve like a bullet except in a pleasant way.

Fauve

Fauve was enjoying herself when his voice came, and for a moment she had to force her brain to think, to understand the words he had spoken. When they finally registered, she drew back to look at him for a moment, her heart in her eyes. Her voice when she spoke was heavy with emotion, sweet and low. Moony... dear one... is that a question? And for her response she pressed her face back into his neck, murmuring, Yes, yes, yes so soft.

Moony

He nuzzled her. "Fuave...thank-you..." Moony said. Orbs gleamed happily.

Fauve

She drew back, soft robs meeting his, a sweet smile on her face. What other answer can I give to one who has protected me so well, loved me so well? And her eyes shifted, her mind drifting to memory. When I was but a filly... back before... Doyle... my mother told me that the test of a good stallion was one who is willing to forgive trangressions and overlook imperfections. One who not only sees through the masks and sees your heart, but one who is willing to be a smooth lake. One who reflects that which is good in you back to your eyes, so that you may see for yourself what he sees in you. And her eyes came back to him, voice so soft. You have shown me myself, Moony. When I am with you... I don't feel so helpless. I feel like being me means something. What other answer could I give? And she lay her dial up beside his, a lover's caress.

Moony

He smiled. "Yes, I suppose so. I never knew my mother. I know she must have been like you." He replied softly rubbing his dial too. He nickered softly. Never before had he experienced a moment like this. It was like time had stopped. "I love you Fauve" He said, knowing she already knew. He just needed to hear it. Say it for the first time.

Fauve

She returned the smile, happier than she'd been in a long, long time. The world melted around them, leaving them suspended in their own, happy little bubble. Her eyes lit at his words, and her heart melted as she replied, Moony... oh, sweet one... I love you too...

Moony

He nuzzled her. "I know" He answered. "We will defeat Doyle, and you will no longer fear him. The horses will live in peace in our herd." He nuzzled the crystal in her mane. "It seems so long ago that I gave you this, but it was ony yesterday." He nickered.They would be together. He loved Fauve oh so much. It was a feeling he couldn't describe.

Fauve

She felt braver alraedy, her eyes flashing with a feirce flame. What need I fear with such a one at my side? Doyle will fall, and stay felled. And our children's children will live in in peace. She smiled, seeing him nuzzle her crystal. In my old herd, we always did something like this. And she turned, plucking a hair from her tail of dark gossamer and dextrously braided it into Moony's mane, a token that would tell the world that she belonged to him, for no horse's tail hair is the same. There now. You wear my braid, and I wear your crystal. We are bonded. Naught but death can part us now. And she swung around to stand beside him, feeling safe and protected by his side.

Moony

He nuzzled her. "Yes, he will, I promise you. I sense he is far away right now." He promised. A smile appeared bolder than ever on his ashen maw. "Your herd has good traditions, and we can carry on doing this one" Moony said.

Fauve

She let a smile fall upon her face, all fear gone in the face of his love. For the first time in as long as she could remmeber, she knew that she was safe, home, loved. The sheer impossibility of it all struck her, and she let out a high whinny and tore away from him to prance and leap about like a filly in her first afternoon romp. Her voice rose with the wind as she gloried in the wonderfullness of it all, saying, Moony, my dear one... what a glorious day! What a glorious time! Her hooves pranced about almost of their own accord, her happiness making her giddy. She reared and slashed at the air, letting the cold winter light flash against her dapples. She began to hop back and forth, laughing joyously. And how WONDERFUL... to be ALIVE!

Moony

He nuzzled her happily and reared. "Yes it is." He answered. Nickering he looked towards a tree. "Race you there!" He challenged.

Fauve

Fauve whinnied in delight and took off at a full gallop, sprinting ahead for the fun of it, hooping and laughing the whole way.

Moony

Moony whinnied and took off after her. He galloped until he was a noselength ahead of Fauve. He held his tail up high and nickered.

Fauve

Kicking her heels, Fauve came even with him again and nibbled at his shoulder, tickling at him. Letting out a nickering laugh, she pulled a pace ahead of him and galloped on. The tree was just up the hill...

Winds bear me up!
Teach me to fly...

Moony

He laughed and nibbled her back. He galloped ahead, banner waving in the cool air. They were getting closer...

Fauve

Fauve giggled madly as he nibbled up her bespeckled back, ramping reflexively to rid herself of the tickling sensation. Unfortunately, she forgot to watch her feet. Losing her footing in a tangle of hooves, she stumbled and fell in a graceless, breathless heap.

For a moment it looked as though she might have knocked her wind out, but it was soon clear that her breathlessness was entirely due to her laughter. Her skin was crimson under her dappled coat, a combination of embarrassment and amusement as she lay there, laughing, so happy, so ridiculous.

Moony

Moony paused and then spun around he layed by Fuave's side an nuzzled her kindly. His orbs gleamed in happiness. He was glad she was so happy. He nuzzled the crystal in her mane. "I care for you so much my dear one, and do you wish for a tiny one of our own?" He asked. He quieted and his mane flowed in the wind. Snow started to fall and he layed his head over Fauve, sheiling her from the bitter cold. Moony loved her so.

Fauve

She smothered her laughs, her shoulders shaking now with the effort. Finally she managed to quiet herself and she listened carefully to him, grasping for each word. I would love to raise a young one. You would make an excellent father, sweet one of my heart. And she smiled up at him, feeling so sfae inside the circle of his love. Anything that would make you happy makes me happy. If you wish to be a father, then let us make haste!

Moony

He laughed. He nuzzled her kindly. "You would make the best mother, my loved one. I would love to be father, and you would love to be mother, it's perfect," He said nuzzling her. He stood, reaching his head down.

Fauve

She smiled, nuzzling her head up underneath his. Well, that's settled, isn't it? Shall we? And she nuzzled him one last time before rising to head out to the breeding grounds.

Moony

He nuzzled her a last time and reared. "Can't catch me!" He whinnied, and cantered swiftly to the breeding grounds.