SiLeNt

The fem cantered into the terra. Her dapple coat reflected off the nearby lake. Banner was flung against her neck as she galloped faster and faster. Adrenaline was pumping into her rippling muscles, flints barely skimming the grass sodded earth. She always did this, for she loved to run. Every time she ran, the sadness of her fillyhood was washed a little more from her dark mind. Silent gathered her diamonds and leaped over a thick log that had fallen in a storm, landing with delicate ease on the other side. Pushing back into her gallop again, she raced up a slanting rock that was riddled with ferns and flowers. Her hooves found grasping places in the scarred rock and she brought her self to the top, not a bit winded. She stood there happy, letting a light breeze play with her tassels. Silent was rarely this happy, but when she was it was a triumph. She softly brought herself to a halt, breathing in the cool air deeply. She was very fit, so she didn't need much resting time. She looked around her, at this terra she had stumbled upon. Perhaps she would be happy here. Yeah right. Silent knew better. She would never let a stag enter her, she had only come here for a home. No longer was her heart open to loss and love. She had had enough of that, like a rich candy that is delicious when you first taste it, but then grows too strong. That was how her first mate had behaved. Loving and perfect and caring at first, until she was actually his mate, and then a few weeks after. That is when the shouting started, and the endless insults. Not so much as you would really notice, just snide remarks, and a few bad bites or kicks. She had run away after he gave her the scar on her neck. Orbs looked around for a stag hoping this time her chances would be better, but she would never truly love him. Or so she hoped.

Wildmoor

The chestnut stallion had recently took up a traveling residence in the Valley, trying to seek a home for himself. Now, he knew that this place was claimed... but he couldn't detect a strong scent of the lead stallion. But, he did scent out a new mare. Traveling cautiously, but with his head held up in confidence, the American Saddlebred horse began to seek out this mare he detected.

It didn't take long until he spotted her running across the land, and coming to a halt. Wildmoor gave a soft neigh to catch her attention. Dipping his head a bit, he began to approach, but at a slow pace. "Hello, there." He called out, coming a bit closer. One hark was directed towards Silent while the other was thrown back, incase someone should attack.

Desert Rose

She had been grazing when the sound of another came to her auds. Her head came towards the sky and she moved into a beautiful trot. She spotted the stallion and dipped her crown to him, then she saw the mare. She spoke to both of them, Lo, I am Desert Rose

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Sats.

.Name. Desert Rose

.Breed. Arabian

.Height. 15h