Artava flicked her dark banner, letting her forelock fall over her light gray eyes.
' Well, I was bred on a French Breeding farm for Arabains and Arabian crosses. They trained me to Jump and Do Dressage, altough I was mostly used as a Jumping horse. It was really presuring and as the competions got harder, they got more stressful. They sold more for, I think, $30,000 and where shipping me all the way to Italy.'
She looked around her, at the trees and the chipmunks scavenging for acorns. A spider was making a web-Ick. She hated spiders.
Looking at Lassan, she smiled weakly. 'How has your life been?'
Lassan listened contently as they traveled along. As he listened to Artava, his optics looked around at the nature around the pair of equids. There were chipmunks looking for their lost acorns. Birds chattering to each other very quickly, and a few spider here and there spinning their mazes of complex webbing. He snorted and retuened his optics forward to the path as she finished speaking. "Sound interesting."
She then asked him about his life. "Well, I was born here on this island. My mother was from England and my father was from Ireland. They were both from Arabain breeding farms. They were put on the same boat to imported to Germany for a horse show. As you can guees the ship got wrecked and mum and dad swam ashore. After four years of them living on the island, dad had a large herd, and mum had me. When I was a year old I left my old herd. I really did not like any horse from there except Katie. She was six years older than me. When I was much younger, she was like an older sister to me. The day she was killed in battle I left. A wandered for a while joinging random herds and then leaving. About two years ago I found Terra Delle Liberta. Now I am here. Thats pretty much it. I mean there are more details but that is the condensed version." He smiled a bit at the condensed version part.
Artava smiled, happy to hear she wasn't the only horse that ever shipwrecked here. She turned her head, and sighed. Her tail flicked, and her thoughts wandered. She couldn't help hold back angry words. She envied Lassan's mate so much all ready. Turning to him again, she smiled.
' Then, you found the love of your life, had a happy little time, mated, and are expecting a foal?' She said weakily, a smile on her mocha brown face. ' C mon, where wasting time.'
She sped up to a slow canter in front of Lassan, looking behind at him. Smiling, she turned forward and moved on faster, her long mane and tail behind her. She let her thoughts leave her as she increased her speed. The sun's rays diced her coat, and her soft grey eyes where glued on the terrain ahead.
"I guess you could say htta." He said. He did not say anything thing else unti Artava said c'mon we're wasting time. He looked up and saw she slowly cantered in fron of him. He half halted and then sped up to match her pace. He could now see that they were about thirty minutes form his land.
Artava didn't notice Lassan was by her. Not until she parted her velvet lips and sang out . "C'mon, Lassan!" Turning, and seeing a flash of midnight black racing behind her, she realized he was there. Laughing softly, she turned and fled, galloping as fast as she could go.
Everything was a blur. She could hardly control herself. Her mane and tail struggled to keep up with the never ending beating of pale hooves. She knew his lands where close. There, she'd have the chance to meet 'River, the perfect little mare'. She laughed to herself, seeing Lassan was far off. The Arabian/Thoroughbred cross looked over her shoulder. " Get up, Arabian!"
She said happily, speeding up. She never had gone this fast, ever. And it felt good. For once she felt as if no one could touch her. This was what freedom felt like. And boy, did it feel good.
Lassan continued to canter as he looked back to yell to Artava to catch up. Before he had opened his ebony velvet, he saw a streak of colour fly past him. He turned his ebonite dial back in front of him as his optics locked on Artava, who was now bulleting far ahead of him. He let out a snort and tossed his fine head. He kicked up his hind legs in a half buck. He moved into an extended canter and then into a slow gallop. his legs carried him closer to the fast moving form of Artava. He picked up the pace a bit pulling up next to her. She was a good runner. She had two of the world's fastest breeds in her blood, Arabian and Thoroughbred. He picked up more speed and sped past the vixen. "Coming?" He asked with a laugh as he turned to the right onto another path that would lead the pair to his terra.
Artava smiled. She felt her legs urge her to move faster. The sounds of there hoofbeats where more loud, to her, then a freight train. Although, tired from everything that had happened to her in the past few days, tired her out. She settled for a quick sprint beside Lassan.
{{This is my finishing post. I'm posting in Lassan's land on a post called 'More Beautiful'. Do post on it ASAP.}}
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