limerik -- new mare for claiming

[diesel]

crimson fatale made her way cautiously to what seemed to be the edges of the terrain, pale orbs searching for any signs of life near her. twin harks flickered impaitently atop pristine dial as she waited. though she was still only 4, she was no stranger to the rituals of a claiming ground. slender pilliars took her sleek bodice about the valley as she slowly lost herself in her own thoughts.

she had seen many temporary homes, come and gone from many places where there were too many horses and not enough space, too many greedy stallions with very tiny brains. it disgusted limerick, her silken banner swatting irritatedly at her rump simply at the thought of it. sides heaved as she exhaled loudly. perhaps this place would be different. she shook her dial lightly, letting her tresses fall about her nape. then again, maybe not.

the fae stopped suddenly, realizing that she had been thinking so deeply and had not been watching or listening for aproaching danger. places like this could be deadly, she knew, even though they seemed so docile. stallions could be harsh in claiming, sometimes even drawing blood with their nips of claimance. flutes pricked, nares dialated, waiting for someone to aproach, as she knew they would. they always did.

[sibber-chow]

So, it wasn't the mare herself, but a messenger, rather. Fiana was busy in meeting with her herd but had heard of a few straggling equine about the lands. Since she had arrived, Fiana had been busy allocating powerful sources not only to accopany her herd, but also to ally them. She had been successful in getting alliance with a large herd, and she had also gained a tolerance within the raven society. The ebony agreed to provide protection for the creatures by fending off the skunks and raccoons that stalked their nests for the easy dinner of a few fresh eggs or young babes. In return, these raven would provide an arial veiw for the ebony when she needed them, and they would also serve as messengers. To Fiana, it was more than a fair return; both the Raven clan of Terra de Rocas and the herd would benefit from this union.

So now, a raven, named Bruu, was perched upon a low branch atop a small fig. His beady opts studied the equine before him. "Hellu meestrees," he cawed out, his voice like a whistle in the wind. The raven as chosen as the main messenger. While he said everything in the most bizarre ways, emphasizing the dumbest sounds in the dumbest way, he still had the least annoying voice to Fiana. Most the others spoke in dumb tongue and with a whistle in their voice; this bird, suprisingly enough, was also quite intelligent by comparison to his bretheren.

"Thee Ladee of Terrrrra de Rrrrocasss hasss sssent meee. Sheee ekstendsss a welcome forr yoooou tooo joynuh herrr herrrrrrd." With that the ebony bird was off, his dark feathers showering down over the equine.

{ Here is a translation of the second thing he said since it is kind of hard to read with the way the bird talks; The Lady of Terra de Rocas has sent me. She extends a welcome for you to join her herd. }