Wildhorses of Mysticfalls - closed but do not delete!

[Bast]

((Sorry Tasty. Thought I replied. And she was bred this year so you still gotta wait a bit.
!!!Cheshy!!!))

Psychotic Sentinel:
It was a little saddening that she would think ill of something yet unborn but he wasn't one to try and change her mind in a minute, she would have to learn on her own, in time. "Turn the table of Bloodshed." He replied simply before Identity dragged his attention away. He had to think, this was Reaper's colt and it was clear he still felt for his father and likely understood nothing of why he had to take him out. He had to watch him for a bit first and that was if both Oraco and Identity's dam was ok with it. He couldn't just teach him all his knowledge blindly, it was crucial for Psychotic lineage only. "We'll see what your parents think of that. I can't just take you away, your not my son to decide myself. Go with your dam for now." He replied with a soft smile, looking at Riot after. "I'll leave you to your thoughts." He could see she didn't want to talk much and was forcing a conversation between the two and began walking towards the closest water source to clean off himself from Reaper's blood, on the way he stopped by Dea. "I can see your eagerness. I choose the lead mare so turn down your attitude, your filly has no fault." He didn't wait for a reply as he continued on, soon smelling Red. He rinsed off and quietly made his way towards her, keeping in the shadowy parts and watching her for a bit. "Do you find everything alright so far?" He asked, keeping a sincere look on him as he walked a few steps out but keeping her comfort distance and a light presence.

Death's Butterfly:
She flattened her ears at Sentinel. "Don't you have a nerve." She huffed before grazing again, ignoring Banshee for the time being.

Rising Knight:
He huffed at her challenge. "I will then!" He retorted before grabbing some of her mane to pull her towards the retreating Oraco. He trotted on to catch up to Oraco where he yanked at his mane, no way was Identity gonna out train him! "Alright you big... orange! I challenge you to duel, prepare yourself for your last battle!" He announced, posing himself in front of his sire in a lousy stance.

Clover's Luck:
She looked back at Paris and nickered back her own goodbye before following them back to the glade, laughing under her breath at Slayer. 'He's so silly!' She thought to herself, knowing Oraco would be ok.

Oraco's Dancer:
She shook her mane and looked at Death's other mare. "Wanna go to the river where Death took off to?" She asked, making a reason to start some sort of dialogue with her. If she was to live with her two why not have a chat?

Wailing Moonlight:
With her head low she walked over to Paris, not finding Riot very pleasant. She didn't say a word though, simply laid down next to her. Everything was going bad now, it even felt like Dea didn't care anymore.

[lynettetan1]

As Oraco lead everyone to the glade, he smiled, munching at some of the knee high grass. He was interrupted as Slayer pulled on his mane though, and looked towards the black colt. He resisted the urge to chuckle, and instead put on a face of solemness so as not to hurt the colt's feelings. "Alright." He said in return, waiting for the colt to attack. He knew it wouldn't work, though. He didn't really fear a sudden attack from Clover, as she probably knew he wasn't going to injure Slayer.

Personally, Oraco thought Slayer was being a little too ambitious. He was a grown stallion at the prime age of 7(? Lol I forgot how old my stally is. XD ), and it was evident that the lanky foal was going to lose, having been born less then a week ago. Slayer would do well sparring against his siblings, like Obsidian and maybe even Ace, seeing as she was a little boyish in personality. Only with sparring against others more his level would he learn more and gain more experience, and maybe than he's become strong enough to perhaps stand a chance against not him, but Yankee. The yearling was growing strong, and was beginning to fill out. By the time spring came once more, Oraco could tell the palomino colt would be a strong one indeed. Oraco looked at Slayer. The colt looked strong, with long, lanky legs, and a hard willed personality.

Oraco didn't bother telling Slayer this though, he'd simply show the foal by winning. Sometimes, words proved a point easier than actions could, so he didn't mind.

"You may have the first move."

(btw, Bast, are you still going to do the thing with Dea's newest colt and Oraco?)

[Bast]

((I don't know. The whole point was because of Reaper... I guess it could still work. I'll just have her choose to disown.))

Clover's Luck:
She settled to graze peacefully as she watched her colt stand up to Oraco. No matter how many times she looked back it was still hilarious to her.

Rising Knight:
"Hrmph!" He moved forward and reared, pounding at his wide chest and biting on his neck. "You will fall!" He exclaimed in the most heroic tone he could muster, "fall to my great power!" He darted around him to snag any any part he could catch his teeth on.

[lynettetan1]

Oraco decided to take a shot at the foal's ego. He needed to stop being so arrogant to start practicing. As the colt tried to bite at his chest and legs, he lifted up his front leg, using it to push the foal away. Slayer darted round Oraco, and Oraco turned, nipping gently at the area just behind his ears, holding him fast, before looking to see what the colt was trying to do.

[Bast]

Rising Knight:
When his crest was caught he landed a buck on Oraco's side as hart as he could and wiggled savagely to get away, slipping out of the loose grip and grabbing onto his tail so he could avoid Oraco's head. "Never!"

[lynettetan1]

Oraco arched an eyebrow as Slayer's hooves struck against his side, though they didn't cause very much pain at all. As Slayer grabbed Oraco's tail, Oraco sighed softly, shaking it back and forth to rattle the colt. "No, you're not strong enough yet. Challenge me when you have enough experience." He said softly again, watching the colt. Truly, even Yankee wasn't sparring with Oraco yet, though Oraco suspected he would in the autumn months when he started to feel more adventurous. He lifted up his hind leg, but instead of kicking Slayer, nudged him away with it gently.

[Bast]

Rising Knight:
He let go of his tail to bite his raised pastern. His muzzle opened for another retort but his dam cut him off. "Fine." He replied reluctantly with ears pinned and visible disappointment, stalking off by a bush where he began to smack the end of his hoof on it's thin trunks.

Clover's Luck:
She lifted her head to see the colt wasn't planning to stop. "That's enough, Slayer. Find someone else to challenge." She heaved a sigh and walked to him but he only turned away. She nipped his withers, his attitude starting to irritate her. "Cut it out. You want to be big and strong? Then you gotta learn from step one like everyone else. That means for others to take you seriously you gotta learn to respect not only them but yourself and you have to learn discipline. Without that you will always be overlooked. Everything has a base that holds them up and you have to build yours." Her tone was serious now which snapped her colt's head to pay attention, a bit of confusion and thought mixed with the remaining disappointment.

[lynettetan1]

Oraco watched as Clover came and scolded Slayer before he watched the two go off, nuzzling Clover as she went past him. He lowered his head to graze, not wanting to go over to Clover as she seemed busy. So, instead, he did a trot round his herd, nuzzling all his mares and foals, before trotting back to the center and starting to graze again.

[P a s t e l..]

(i am sorry, but i'm quiting.)

[Bast]

((Who where your characters?))