Sᴛᴏʀᴍ
Cʜᴀsᴇʀ
.: Four Years .: Mare :. Not In Heat :. Traveling with Neron :. No Foals .: No Mate/Crush on Neron :.
Storm followed, studying the three horses. There was a black, strong lookin stallion, a cream colored mare, and a pinto mare. Although the stallion watched, it seemed as if he didn't mind, so she relaxed and continued to follow Neron until he stopped. She didn't graze immediately, and went a little ways away from him before lowering her head and grazing, as she had found just the perfect spot for her to graze in. The white mare was cold as the wind continued to blow. She looked up at the sky, watching as a flock of birds noisily flew by. She flicked an ear back before turning her head slighly to look around once more before lowering her head and continuing to eat. Storm looked up a while later, feeling snow falling on her and wind whipping against her. She snorted, that the blizzard was slowly creeping into the land. She was a little worried, that this might be one of the worse winters yet.
Bʟᴀᴄᴋ
Mᴏᴏɴ
.: Seven Years .: Stallion :. Mares: First Light, Rosealie., :. His Herd :. No Foals .: No Mate :.
Black watched the two horses as they walked past them. He would've been territoial if it wasn't for the weather, for he knew that every horse needed to eat, and for this, he would let them. Plus, the stallion hadn't barely even seemed to notice his mares, and a stallion snaking them away was what worried him most anyway. He flicked his tail and looked at Rosealie, checking on her once more. He then turned his gaze to First Light, to check on her. Seeing his two mares were fine, and grazed a little longer until he was full. He noticed it had begun to snow, and the harsh wind was blowing his black mane in every direction. He walked a little ways away from his mares and shook the snow off, as he didn't want to get even more snow on them.
Dᴇᴠɪʟ's
Sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ
.: Five Years :. Mare .: In Heat :. Lone Mare .: No Foals :. No Mate .:
Devil's Sacrifice stood in the more harsher places of where the blizzard was hitting, in the area of Rosa. She snorted and was constantly shaking off the cold, wet snow that she hated so much. Her luxurious brown coat was now shaggy and thick, and had lost some of its softness. Her creamy golden mane blew wildly in the hard blowing wind. She looked around for any other horses in the area. Although she hated the idea of being with another horse, it was a good way to survive winter. If you had a companion to travel in the winter, at night, and day it was easier to find food and stay warm by huddling togeter. Just then, she seen in the distance a figure of a horse, or rather, a pony. Not as small as a Shetlan or anything, but about a little smaller than her, as she was short. Her breed was always shorted than some horses. She let out a loud nicker to the Welsh mare, seeing if the horse would even hear her.
