[ Tahiliti the Young ]

[magicalbeth]

Hmm, not quite sure how this goes, but...

Tahiliti, the young paint mare, has recently left her dam and begun to travel by herself, hoping to be claimed and be apart of another herd that she could actually have a use for. Being young, and inexperienced, she had not chosen an alliance yet, so she figures that she will belong to the one that belongs to the equine who claims her.


Tahiliti's long mane reached over her delicately molded, Arabian touched, long face while her velvet covered lips grasped the slender blades of bright green grasses which swayed lightly with the breeze that over-populated the large pasture where her soul lingered curiously. Snorting, she bobbed her head, ears swiveling, quite excited and anxious to be claimed, which she had been anticipating for a while now. Raising her head, she shook her long mane and released a musical whinny and let her tail sway, then was motivated to release her scent, which she did, in the intention to drag nosy stallions closer.

[Vel]

Lassan

The ebony Arabian trotted into Belle Valle. A tthe moment he was here for two things. First, he was seeing if Venom and Polaris were here. Venom had run off, out of Lassan's land, to who knows where. She was then followed by her year and a half year old son Polaris. Lassan knew the Polaris was attempting to get his mother to come back to Terra delle Liberta.

Secondly, Lassan was on the hunt for members to his herd. After several tragic deaths and distrubances, he was left with a smaller herd, which he needed to build up for several reasons. One of those reasons being that the Elemental horses were on a rise and the Fire Herd would be the most likely to launch an attack on the 'normal' horses, as they liked to call all non-Elementals.

Lassan slowed from his flashy trot, down to an ambling walk. His audits perked at several sounds and around him, and his large nares flared, driking in the scents of several mares around. It was what his optics caught that made him stop. Another Arabian stood a hundred or so metres away from the stag. She was gorgeous.

Lassan smiled and proceeded forward, letting out a welcoming whinny to the femme. Hopefully she was of light or neutral alliance. Lassan didn't really feel like dealing with a dark today.