[the second]// HERD MEETING...

[Vel]

Torchwood

Torchwood emained quiet during the meeting, attempting to keep Char occupied so she wouldn't end up interrupting her mother. The newest member of the herd, Poet, had mad it to the meeting. Torchwood was glad to see her attened. At fisrt he wasn;t so sure about how reliable she coul be, but his doubts were gone now. Destiny, the large warior vixen, had slowly made her way as well, arriving after Poet.

His optics scanned the meeting all were here. That was a good thing. He was looking at Char, but was hearing every wod that Fiana had to say. Appearantly there was some trouble between Terra Delle Liberta and a new land that he didn't know the name of. Fiana told all the wariors, except for Phantom, to go and help out. What could be wrong? It obvisouly wasn't too important, but important enough that warriors may be needed.

The meeting went on and at one point Fiana called Phantom to her. Torchwood, being near Fiana and Char, heard what was being said to his cousin. Fiana had told her that she was next in line to breed if she wanted too. Torchwood wasn't to sure on how she would react to that. Phantom had always been a loner, a do it yourself type of horse. orchwood couldn't really see her with a foal. Yes, she had responisibility, but she was affraid of growing too close to some one or some thing. Torchwood just couldn't see it happening. But then again, who was he to judge Phantom?

A while later, Anil, Memphis and Destiny returned from helping out Lassan and his herd. Torchwood would have to ask one of the warriors what had happened. As they returned, Anil took his spot next to Phantom and asked her something Tochwood figured that he wanted to know what they had missed when they had been away helping Lassan. "Anil." Torchwood said, attempting to get the warrior's attention. "What happened with Lassan and his herd?" he asked curiously.


Phantom

The ghostly warrior watched as Poet, hte new mare, made it to the meeting. Following closely behind was Destiny. A raven then came into the scene, telling Fiana that there was trouble between one of the mare's in Lassan's herd in a newly claimed land. Phantom was ready to go and looked to her leader. Fiana then told Anil, Memphis and Destiny to go. Phantom looked slightly puzzled and watched them go. Hopefully she wasn't missing too much action.

Phantom's audits flicked as Fiana called her over. "Yes?" Phantom asked. Fiana then said that since she and Torchwood had had a foal, Phantom was now allowed if she wanted ot. "Thank you m'lady." she quietly as she returned to her spot.

A foal. Phantom made and odd face at the thought of it. She just wasn;t ready for that. Sure she could take on a few horses and time and probably beat them withou a glint of fear or panic. But a foal?! The thought of her having one brought fear and panic to her. More importantly she didn't want to get close to it and then watch it die young in some horrible way. She had seen enough death of the young, old, and even the healthy. She just didn't want that. She had lost ohers that were close to her in war. That was when she didlet others get close though. Phantom sighed and tried ot listened to the rest of the meting with out thinking about it.

Some time later, Nemphis, Destiny and Anil came back. Anil took his spot back next to Phantom. She glanced to him when he asked what he missed. "Nothing." she said. "What did I miss?" she asked in return, her chocolate optics glancing at him.

[camino]

The brindle dun mare walked through the open. Tear stains where still on her cheeks and her eyes still bloodshot. Her ears where pinned and her gait sluggish. I they all attacked her, she wouldn't give a shit. She was heartbroken, she had fallen in love with a player, and now she was suffering.

The lands where the same since she had left despite the fact that there where more members and a plucky faced foal, but she ignored them. She had only come here for liberty, and to get away from all that haunted her. To lift the chains off her hide.

She tossed her head and stood, neck arched, waiting.

Rosabella.

[sibber-chow]

Anil glanced to his mistress in battle as she spoke. She had asked him what she had missed, and it appeared he was about to answer when his Alpha stag approached. His crown turned slightly, his head bobbing in a gentle bow. He, too, asked what had happened in the new lands. Well, he could answer them bothing – killing two birds with one stone.

Speaking of the death of birds, a new scent hit his quivering nostrils. Shooting a quick glance away, he caught sight of a stout brindle. He scrutinized her position. It appeared she was crying. Ayven could only grimace, but it wasn’t long lived, for he soon caught gaze of Fiana. His body braced for attack.

Fiana immediately took charge towards the mare. Her lips were curled over her nares. She then pulled to a quick halt as she examined Rosabella’s posture. It did not appear that she was here on attack from her old herd. So, why was she here? Why would she come back? Her lips folded back down over her teeth, settling for a flat line across her lips. “Rosabella,” her voice was sharp. “What is it you want?” She was demanding, but her posture appeared relaxed. Her crown was held at a regal but not stressed height, and her weight shifted over at one side.

As his madam relaxed, Anil, too, relaxed. He was glad that Fiana seemed to have everything under control. It looked like there would be no more drama. He would wait to give his answer though; just in case. He was certain that his listening pupils would understand.
OoC|| No muse. Ergh.

[sink]

It makes no difference that I'm around.
The obsidian and alasbaster pelt of avyen, stood still, as is muscles locked. Watching anxiously as his mistress charged another equine. He didnt like that, and moved forward at a canter his stocky built leaned into his lead, and within a few paces he was just behind his mistress. Fiana though didn't look too upset know, though ayven wasn't happy, His whipcord slashed the air, and he came up he side, trying to get closer to Fiana. Another slash of his tail, and he steped closer to this rosabella. Harks pinned agressively, flat occuli challenging. Really there was no point to ayven, and him trying to back up fiana, but it make himself reassured.

Museless sorry.

[camino]

The brindle cheeks of hers where stained with bitter tears, her teeth worn with chittering to herself about Masquarade. The player, the bad boy. Sighing, she looked at Fiana.

You wanted me here so bad, did you not? Chased me for some time. I got away...but life far off from these lands was not all I had hoped for. I have come back to Terra De Rocas. For keeps. She spoke, nodding at her own words. She slowly gulped, harsh tears forming in her eyes.

[sibber-chow]

Fiana’s ears were down as she heard Ayven pull up at her side. Thoughts that differed from this own situation seemed to vex her. And, a nervous sort of twitch quivered over her leg as she found her swollen stomach nearly flip. Her maw reached out to Ayven’s crest, gently coaxing it with a light nip; possibly to calm him? It was hard to tell, for it was an absent-minded gesture.

Suddenly reality fought its way back in, and the mare let out a surpressed chuckle. “You thought you got away?” she mocked beneath her breath, it was hard for anyone to tell what she was mumbling . That was far from it. No, rather, she had let the enna escape when word of a possible war sored amongst the island. The thought caused her to roll her eyes. Some war it had been… her herd had never truly suffered any setbacks from said ‘war.’ “Hmph, if you want to stay, you can,” the mare finally concluded, starting to turn around. “For now, you will not have a status but to live in the outlands. If in a few weeks I see you aren’t back to your old rebellious ways then I will consider what rank you should carry.”

When her words were finished, Anil knew that his lead was through. He turned back to his audience. “A mare from Lassan’s herd was in foreign lands with a foal on the way. She was running away, and another of Lassan’s mares, a buckskin, had gone to retrieve her. There was a rival brute challenging the buckskin’s efforts. Regardless, it turned out to be little of a fight. The run-a-way turned up giving birth; she died in the foaling. The foal is fine though, and back in Lassan’s herd where it belongs.”

Char watched the groups actions with mild curiousity. However, she lost interest quickly, deciding to go off chasing butterflies that fluttered around the group over wild flowers.

[camino]

Rosabella sighed. If she had not gotten away, then why had she not been still hunted? Sighing, she turned to Anil. Raine died. That sick, annoying mare 'twas gone! She wanted to gallop around happily, that the pain in the hindquarters was gone, but she contained herself. Nodding, she turned to leave to the barren of the outlands.