Prints of a Steed .:Semi-lit:. Accepting

[lonely.silence]

Lyrics of a Song

Lyric
Age: Foal
Gender: Filly
Foal of Spud's Band

Lyric looked towards Spud and pawed at the ground lightly, "I knew that." She called with a slight hint of laughter in her voice. She walked off in search of rocks, kicking at various pebbles that were scattered on the ground.

Being Different

Unique
Age: 5 years 2 months
Gender: Mare
Lone mare

Unique rolled her eyes with a small laugh at his first comments before looking towards Lyric who had apparently been trying to push the wall. She nickered in amusement.

[Taisi]

Spud smiled, then he trotted around Unique in circles. "You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down, down!" He joked, remembering a song his old owners used to play a lot.

[r u e s s]

(Hey, I will post tomorrow when I have access to my laptop, it is too painfully slow to write up a reply when I am on my phone )

[{converse}]

Ithildin
Death and Ithil unfading.
I smiled at Death excitedly. I couldn't wait for the foal to be born. My foal. Death's foal. Our foal. I imagined him or her romping around in the secret hollow, twitching their fluffy little tail and tagging along behind Death and I. I wondered what the foal would look like. Black, like Death? Gray, like me? Or a cross between us; piebald? I nuzzled Death again.

.: DANCE || WITH || DEATH :.
I smiled at her, my eyes mirroring her excitement. Like her I was dreaming of our foal; of it growing up in the secret hollow, learning all the secrets of silence and safety. I dreamed of our future, a beautiful family in a secret hollow. I did want a larger herd, but for now I was content of my beautiful mare and the hope of a gorgeous foal. I nuzzled her back with my soft nose, blowing gently at her shining mane.

[r u e s s]

Just Say It|Mare|4 Years and 1 month|Nightmare's Herd
Shay blew back in Nightmare's nostrils gently. Gazing around, she checked that the area looked safe enough, before pawing at the ground tiredly. It had been a long day, and for once she wanted noting more than to lie down and sleep. Folding herself down onto the ground, Shay sighed, content.

Sergent|Stallion|6 years and 16 days|His own Herd
Snorting, Sarge watched warily as the mare backed away. "What help do you assume I'm trying to offer, other than to show you a good place to get the muck off your coat?" He questioned, tail flicking the flies from his golden coat. He flicked an ear back, having heard someone approaching. Nyxia. Sarge felt glad that she had stayed at some distance, it wasn't going to help Zion if another horse crowded her as well.

Spot The difference|Mare|6 Years and 3months|Sergent's herd
Spotty flicked her tail, astonished. "You brave wee filly," she replied. "Do you have a name? I'm Spotty, if I didn't already say," She nickered. Glancing around the darkening forest, Spotty realised that it was starting to get late. Time to get back to Sarge soon, she thought to herself.

[Merlin's Heir]

Ithildin
I blew back at his shadowy mane. I sighed happily and wandered over to the stream to take a drink. I took a long drink and raised my head. I smiled again at the thought of our foal. I yawned, realizing how tired I was. I laid down beside the stream, knowing I was safe from any predators or other stallions in this secret hollow or perfection and peace.

[{converse}]

.: DANCE || WITH || DEATH :.
I smiled as she closed her weary eyes. Just before she drifted out of consciousness I touched my muzzle to her ear. Sleep well, pretty girl You are safe here. I am going to see what I can find at the open plains. I said with a smile, my eyes glowing. I reared up on my hind legs and tossed my head, before galloping silently out of the hollow.

[DraftHorseLover]

♥Ƴσʋя Ɯσяƨт Иιɢнтмαяɛ♥

Name: Your Worst Nightmare,
Nickname: Nightmare,
Mood: Sad,
Talking To: No One,
Crush: Shay
Herd: Nightmare's Herd
Lead Mare: Might become Shay, (If she agrees and if more mares show up)

Ƭhe stallion's eyes drooped, and he knew he had to stay alert, but, he didn't know if he could. He stood over Shay and his eyelid's closed heavily and fell asleep, but luckily, he is a light sleeper.

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Name:Splashdown,
Nickname: Splash,
Mood: Confused, Tired, Scared,
Talking To: Spotty,
Herd: Loner,
Crush: No One,

[Merlin's Heir]

Ithildin
As Ithil slept, she had wonderful dreams about the foal. She had a dream in which the foal, a black overo colt, raced around the hollow as if it were a racetrack. Ithil laughed in her sleep, enjoying the happy dreams immensely.

(Sorry for short post XD)

[{converse}]

.: DANCE || WITH || DEATH :.
I smiled as she drifted into a deep slumber, so beautiful and peaceful in the claws of sleep. I watched her for a long moment, savoring the sight of my first mare, then slipped through the trees. was a ghost, a piece of moving shadow. Silent and swift I galloped through the forest, not making a sound, not leaving a trace. As I reached the open flats I peered through the leaves, scanning the stretch of grass. The first thing I saw was a coal black stallion, huge and strong. He seemed to be reasoning with a rather stubborn mare, covered in mud and blood. But under the coat of grime and dirt I could see her true color, midnight black, so dark she was almost blue. She was beautiful, the complete opposite of my lovely Ithil. She would be a great addition to my herd. I settled down to watch from my guarded position, hidden by a curtain of leaves.