A New Home

[Ellie]

Grassetto trotted smoothly into the land. She stopped in her tracks and looked around at her suroundings. This should be a nice place to run around. Not many places to hide, but oh well. She thought silently to herself. She lifted her bay muzzle to the sky and called for the stallion who had laid claimed to her.

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The large stallion snorted and swished his tail as he grazed quietly by himself. Not much had been seen from his herd and he wondered if he'd ever gain them back. Even if he didn't, he'd be just fine. He had no problem being a lone. A lot less chaos anyways. He lifted his head a bit from the sweet grass that grew within his land. His ebon auds swiveled as his brown eyes glanced around for any equine life form than besides his own. None. Pordor sighed and lowered his neck back down the grass, taking yet another large chunk. Even though his herd seemed to be dwiddling off somewhere else, he had claimed a couple more mares anyways. So he knew it wouldn't be quiet for much longer.

He swished his thick ebon tail once more, thoughts racing around his head. Even though he was getting older everyday, he still held the amazing elegance of the Friesian breed. Even though he had battle scars along his body, it didn't stop the good looks from showing. His son and heir, Phocas, had of course inherited the good looks. He hadn't seen his son in quite a while and had wondered just how big the colt had gotten. Then there was his daughter, Ara, who was his first born foal. She now was of the age of three and on her own. So many great memories.

In the midst of his thoughts and memories, he heard a call given off not far from where he was from. He knew it must of been one of the new mares he'd claimed seeing as how his herd was kind of dwiddling on the verge of extinction. He took a couple more large bites of the grass and then set off at a steady trot towards the call. He swallowed what was in his mouth and moved into a canter, lifting his head and arching his neck. Pordor was always one for making a lasting impression. As he came over a small hill, he spotted the grey femme. His brown eyes lit with life once again as he descended down the small hill, giving out his clarion call to her. As he neared the mare, he knew exactly who it was. It was the Irish Draught mare, Weeping Willow. Finally, another draft in the herd.

He slid to a halt in front of the mare, dipping his head respectively to the mare. Hello Grassetto. Glad to see you found your way. He looked over the mare, making sure nothing had gotten her on the way to Kolia. His gaze made his way back to hers once he saw that there were no marks on her. His ebon body relaxed itself as he grew comfortable around the mare. He swished his tail, trying to rid of the pests that bit at his ankles, having an urge to curse under his breath, but he restrained himself. The Friesian stallion waited quietly as he waited for Willow's response. It certainly is nice to have another presence here in Kolia. It was getting too quiet.

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[Ellie]

Grassetto's auds swiveled around in their sockets as she waited for any sign of her claimer. She looked around her, and shook herself all over, ridding herself of pests. She looked around, auds standing erect, when she heard a clarion call. Her dark brown pools searching for the source.

Setto's pools expended when she saw the dark form of her claimer. She watched as the dark Friesian approached, his elegance, and good looks showing through his battle scars. Setto's respect for the stallion was slowly growing as she watched him move. To her, it seemed like he had great stores of power in his dark muscles.

She bowed her skull respectively to the stallion after he had finished speaking. Hello Pordor, it is nice to be here. I hope I have not kept you waiting too long. Setto's voice was soft, and respectful, yet at the same time, a small hint of her stubborn personality showed through. She raised her skull and gazed at the stallion. Small beads of sweat dripped down her bodice, then again, wouldn't you be sweating if you ran from the homeless grounds, to Kolia?

She didn't feel at all tired, in fact, she felt like she still had enough energy to run around the entire land before finally needing rest. She gazed at the stallion, wondering what he thought of her.