.:*Time Bandit*:.
The stallion snorted, his ears slowly raising again, his form relaxing as the stallion laid down the basic guidelines. He knew that the two mares in his territory were probably lost at this point, and were easy targets for his herd. With a small nod, he replied, " Sounds fair enough. We are now allies. Whenever the other needs help or is threatened, we shall be there to back him up. As for mares, well, they're not my primary concern. If there are any with enough guts to stand up to me, sure, I'll take them in. Otherwise, they're weak equines who are doing nothing but holding me back. The rest can be yours. " When Fiasco asked the other two horses for their opinion on the matter, he was shocked. Truly surprised. What stallion had to ask for permission to do anything? All stallions were born leaders and fighters, they didn't need anyone's input for any reason. Bandit gave a small growling sound as the filly disagreed, and shot her a glare, before turning back to Fiasco. " Help me take care of the two who ran into my territory, and we can discuss this arangement in detail afterwards. " The palomino sabino wasn't really asking, he was more or less demaniding. It didn't matter to him if Fiasco helped him out or not, Bandit could easily take care of himself. No problem. Without another word or action, he spun around on his heels, and began moving in the direction of Cherokee and Indi. " Come out come out wherever you are... " The stallion muttered, his blue eyes alert for the figure of two horses. " I just want to play... "
.:*Lune de Miel*:.
Her golden-brown eyes ran over his form a time or two, examining his rather lean and muscular structure. It was obvious he was not fully grown, but he certainly was handsome for a wild stallion. She was surprised when he spoke with such cheerfulness in his voice, but felt the lips of her pinkened muzzle form a smile, as her gaze momentarily caught onto his. " Trying to find my way. I haven't a clue as to what I really want or where I'm going, but my senses have brought me here. " The mare gave another small smile, before allowing her eyes to roam the land around her. She honestly hadn't noticed how barren this place was, but this is where she had ended up somehow. As she refocused on the black stallion before her, she introduced herself by saying, " I'm Lune de Miel, by the way. But please, call me Honey. " It was almost obvious why she preferred Honey. Her voice was soft and sweet like it, and her creamy gold locks as well as her rich chestnut color almost gave her the coloring of the substance.
.:*Phantom Menace*:.
She hadn't moved an inch. She hadn't made a sound. The light dapple grey mare stood in the same spot as she had been earlier, her deep brown eyes blank as she seemed to space out, staring off into nothingness. Her sides heaved slightly with every breath, her tail twitching softly, everytime a pest landed on her pelt. Other than that she was motionless, and almost in a dazed state of mind. Finally, a large sigh erupted from the ghostly figure, scaring up the few birds that were in the same area. Phantom now seemed to have a light within her eyes, as she picked up one hoof, then another, beginning to slowly move forward. The bottom of her hooves were cached in dirt, as if she'd been standing there for hours, doing absolutely nothing. But that had been what she was doing. No reason in particular, really, it was just what she had wanted to do. Now, there were hoofprints embedded in the ground where she had been standing, but the mare was slowly walking along, resuming her travels.
{{ Phantom is free, but be cautious, she's virtually unpredictable~ }}
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