Chetteus: The Broken Soul .::. Tazian: The Egotistical Fighter
Chetteus and Tazian continued on, the younger continuing to show out under the glaring violet eyes of his elder brother,
"Tempo, must you continue this foolishness?" Chetteus asked, snorting out his disapproval. He tossed his dark mane and continued to watch his brother, muscles bulging and rolling under his smooth, patched hide.
With a deep chuckle, Tazian tossed his head and kicked out his hind legs, "Yes, because one day I will surpass you in both strength and power brother so I have to keep up..." with a sudden sound interrupting his conversation, he puffed up and arched his neck, his chin touching it as he pawed, "Another stallion." He said simply, shaking his head in defiance before bursting through the brush and onto an unsuspecting male grazing noisily.
Chetteus snorted his disapproval and followed his brother closely, head low in apology to whomever they stumbled upon.
.::. Aibee Mae .::.
The mare lifted her head at a sudden noise, flicking her ears to catch the sound of hooves on the boggy earth, the slightest slurp was heard before she caught scent of not one, but three stallions.
She flattened her ears and lifted her head high before moving forward, peeking though the thick cypress, the spanish moss clinging to it in large thick patches so that she could easily see the dark stallion with a strange patch upon his back before another, rather large male burst through, his black and white hide streaking through the clearing at a remarkable speed, another even larger stallion close behind, his patterned coat even more exotic than the previous.
She decided against seeing the confrontations so the moved back to her grazing spot, hoping the stallions wouldn't dare bother her.