Claire de Lune ((CAMMY))

[Vel]

►► Batalla
► Luna

►► The dust-grey vix trotted into Belle Valle with her crown hung low. She had been on this isle without a herd for too long. Three years to be specific. She had come to Belle Valle and other claiming grounds for her chance at finding a new home after her last two worlds were destroyed by the wrath of nature.

Why didn't anybody want her? Yes, she was gorgeous and had a very strange coat and banner colour for a plain Arabian and Mustang cross. Maybe it was because she was old, not old old, just semi-old; eight years. For many equines that was too old. All the stags that owned lands now seemed to be young themselves, looking for mares equally as young, or younger, leaving the 'old broods' like herself alone. There were two things wrong with that, one, she was not old, and number two, she was never a brood mare.

She halted, flicking her dark, sandy banner, and looking behind her for her companion she had picked up several months ago. Batalla was glad for the company of the other mare, but soemtimes it was like having a child sincr Luna was, well, half crazed. Batalla figured she wasn't 'crazed', she just had a very unique personality that almost all other equines failed to understand. Batalla didn't understand all the ebony mare's quirks and oddities, yet she still stayed with her, as a friend.

"Luna," she called out. She still couldn't see her friend, but knew she was somewhere close by. "I'm going to stop here and graze for a while." she said as she bent her crown down. Maybe someone would find her here. Her and Luna that is.

► The ebony mare broke into a soft lope, following a strange looking butterfly. It was so pretty with it's purple wings with gold flecks in them. It was so fast for a butterfly! Luna snorted and picked up her pace. Why she was actually chasing it was beyond anyone. She never caught them or did anything with the butterflies she chased, she just chased them. It was kind of like why Forrest Gump ran, just cause he liked runnin'.

Luna slowed to a trot when the butterfly flew high in the air until she couldn't see it anymore. "Darn."[/color] she said to herself and turned around, looking for her older friend Batalla. She had been right next to her until she saw the butterfly that she just had to chase. She picked up her pace again when she headr the mare calling her name and telling her that she was resting to graze. Luna ran up next to her and bent her head down to the emerald blades as well.[/size]

[camino]

The ebony baron snorted to himself. He was very tired and wanted to claim a few mares before returning to Scure for a rest. It seemed luck was with him today, because as he emerged from some brambles he saw two beautiful mares.

One looked like a Dark, more solitary then the liver chestnut, who seemed peppy and young at heart. He would deal with that. The Dark one could be warrior material, and the liver...well, he would see how she could be useful.

Walking up to the pair, he dipped his crown and halted. Hello, mares. I am Carzeth, leader of Terra De Scure. He said simply, and flicked away a fly or two. It was now Autumn, and he could tell. The air was crisp and everything seemed cooler. The leaves where changing colors and the sky seemed to be clouded more then in the Summer. Autumn was preparation for the harsh winters. He wanted to gather his herd, get all the ranks in, and be ready for the winter.

[Vel]

►► Batalla
► Luna

►► The essa looked up from her grazing as she heard a masculine voice. Who could it be? A possible claimer? She smiled and turned around, her smile disappearing. If this stallion was a dark, that would be fine with her. Honestly she didn't care anymore. Living with Lua, when she was in his herd, was like living with the devil. She could take anything.

By the looks of this ebony brute, he was a dark. He greeted them, bowed, and told them that his name was Carzeth. So he owned the infamous Terra de Scure. Batalla looked up to the sky with her amber orbs and flicked her tail and a cool, alsmot cold, breeze rolled across the land. Autumn was here. "Pleasure." she said, rather blandly, dipping her dished crown. "I am Batalla."

► Luna's crown pooped up when she caught a new scent in the air. Yes there were many different scents flaoting around in this land, but this one was close. She glanced to Batalla with her steel blue orbs, wondering if the older vixen had found the scent as well. Obviously not. Luna then heard a rustling in the brush. She whirled around to see a large, ebony stag standing there. Luna huffed and took a step to the left, glacing to the liver chestnut mare, who had just now noticed the new presence.

The brute introduced himself as Carzeth. Luna liked his name, it sounded nice. Her orbs then went to Batalla as she greeted him and in return, told him her name. Luna stepped closer to Batalla and moved forward a bit. "Luna."[/color] she said, looking past the stag at something in the woods.[/size]