|Here|[Forever]

[Brenna]

Hoof beats beated against the hard earth. Chestnut body raised off the ground when a large log lay in my way. Long crimson forelock wraped around my ears. Dished head level with my withers as my pistons pulled my body along. Serpintine was arched, muscular frame doubling in speed. Long whipcord flaged and was "sitting" on my rump. I 4-beated toward a good open area, at the base of the smoking valcano. I danced on my hooves for a minute, calming my speeding body down. My heart beated against my chest like a band member hitting his drums. I pulled myself upward, still dancing around. I snorted as my call came from my body and entered the lands. Birds scattered, flying everywhere at once. Chirping as they flew to another place to live. All was quiet execpt for the call of my claim.

I landed back down. I turned my head toward the toxic ashes of the monster that killed many before. My dished head was raised up high. Large black eyes squinting to see it. I admired it for a second more before I cantered around. Trotting every few minutes to catch sites that I would probably miss if I was going any faster. Hooves got stuck in some squishy mud like substance, but I pulled myself free soon enough. I galloped among the fog that started to build up in the forest. I inspected the log that I had jumped over before. And then cantered away from it. My slim frame was built for speed, and that is what I was speed. As well as my brother and sister.

[warden]

Having woken up earlier than she had anticipated, Crystal couldn't get herself to rest any longer. She still felt tired, but that was because of the passion of the night before. She wasn't supposed to be awakened yet. However, this did gave her the opportunity to explore this land. She could hardly recall the last time she had been able to do that.

She stretched daintly and lifted her nose to the sky. The sun was just peeking over the horizon. Had the moon still been in the sky, she would've let out a delighted bray, and her trip would be stopped short. As it was, the sun did not bring near as much joy as the harvest moon.

By the time she finally saw something ahead, the sun was shining warmly on her back. The shape on the horizon was quickly identified as she ran closer. It was a virile! She approached him cautiously, but with open eyes. Was he the lord of this land? How...tempting.

((Not sure if I can post here or not, but I thought I'd try))

[Brenna]

I lowered my head, chomping on small blades of grass. Fine audits flickered around and the smell of a femine flowed into each nostril. I snorted, lifting my head up to see her frame aproach me. I lifted a brow, waited a moment ot hear if she would speak, but she didn't. I lifted my dished head up tall, looking at her flipping around my reddish whipcord.

Yes? I asked her.

I didn't check out her body, not yet anyway. I just focused on asking myself questions inside my head. Examples don't need to be given at this time. Arabic features shone threw my build, mane and tail types, and eyes. My large eyes were one of the only features that showed my brother and sister that they were my brother and sister.

[warden]

Crystal bent her head in half-mocking respect, then tossed her head up saucily, enjoying the feel of her dreads tickling her bare back and neck. Then she paused, caught herself. Not so eager, he is a lord, she thought harshly to herself. Assuming an air of youthful innocence, she let a look of surprise dance across her face.

Oh, I'm so sorry my lord, am I disturbing you? I just saw you here and thought...well, you seemed so lonely. Are you the King of this place?

She edged closer to him, trying to calculate just how far she could go with this particular stag. All were different, yet all were the same. All wanted just one thing. And that one thing was what Crystal offered. She fixed her eyes on his with brazen boldness, but still maintained her look of innocent curiosity. A damsel, lost from her herd and in awe of a herd lord. That was what her visage told. But a careful stare would discern the canny desire that hid in the secret dark of her irises. A canny desire to carry the foal of a Dark King.