Soldier

SOLDIER, a Friesian, a massive 18.1-hand stallion, was here to fight. he was here to win this territory and any xanthippes within it. Soldier pranced eagerly into the territory, neck arched. his ears were pinned against his head. the brujo thrusted his head upwards. a shrill scream raked its way through the air. a challenge. Soldier's mane blew gently against his muscular, bulging nape. the tyrant shook his dial. he would win this. Soldier was a strong horse, and fast, too.
the equine flicked his flowing whipcord impatiently. hooves struck the sloppy mud underfoot making squelching noises. Soldier let out another whinny, but this one was a cry of impatience. the elegant, enormous stallion lifted himself in a half-rear for a moment, pawing the air. then he landed and struck the muddy ground once more. he would wait. but not for long.

Desert Rose

She saw the bruja and trotted towards him, her silven hide gleaming beautifully. She looked at him through deep, knowing orbs. Then spoke.

So you look for Deadly Aim