The beach ~Open~

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Patches looked around the sandy beach and sighed. I wonder what it feels like to have a mum, a dad and a pack she thought, as she watched the waves crash on the beach I would love all of those things. Oh well, someone will take me into their herd soon, but they'd better be quick - I'm not sure how long a 1-year-old filly, such as me, could survive here. She looked around and then went for a paddle in the sea. She loved the salty sea, with the waves that she could crash through and the area. She loved sand. She bounded over the waves and got out of the sea and shook herself. She was worried. Call, her thoughts urged her Call for a herd mate. You can do it, just call "Hello" or something. No, the other side of her head argued You don't have a herd mate, but call for anyone who could be here - you could become part of a pack or start one.
"Hello?" she called out. She couldn't stand listening to what both sides of her brain had to say about her.

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Raquet had come for a run and it seemed he would stay for a meeting. The salty sea breeze blew the stallion's white mane to and fro, whipping against his neck and maw as he approached a young female on the beach. The stallion felt no claim to this land, as he had come to think of the nearby forest as his home base. He had no herd to claim a land for, however, and instead had taken to patrolling the place for signs of other horses. Today, however, the stallion had felt the call of the wild and had answered as any sensible horse would; with a run on the beach. Now, he noticed another horse on the beach and had changed his course slightly so that a meeting between the two could not be easily avoided. The horse he approached seemed shy, perhaps even a little high-strung, but Raquet himself felt perfectly calm. This was not his territory; indeed, he was somewhat of a trespasser.

The large white stallion slowed to a loping trot as he approached speaking distance, not wanting to frighten the filly away by coming on too strong. His voice resonated deeply over the crashing of the waves and he tried to speak as gaily as possible. Raquet was not usually so good at first meetings, but today felt like a day for new friendships, new alliances.

Hullo there, miss. My name is Raquet. What brings you to the beach today?

Now the stallion was only a couple metres away from the mare and he could tell she really was a young one, possibly just in her fourth or fifth season. Good thing you slowed; this one looks ready to bolt. Raquet stopped where he was, tossing his mane over his other shoulder with a light snort. It was her move now.

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Black Snow

-Five Years- Black white blanket appaloosa- Thoroughbred x Appaloosa- Dark minded- 16.1hh-


The stallion sluggishly pushed himself into a loping canter- In no rush to meet whatever lay ahead. After leaving the area of lands he had known for a mere three years, he was feeling oddly free. Gone were the days when he could only wander through the pine forest where he had been slave to his own lands, gone was the endless and boring task of collecting mares. Smiling with a dangerous spark, he spread out, one remaining thorn pricked forwards.

Beginning to stretch out into a racing-horse gallop, the Appaloosa Thoroughbred cross lengthened out his powerful sixteen-one hand and relished the feel of cool wind blanching at his dark amber eyes, running frozen fingers over his ebony coat. The air was cold, and his fur was longer than it usually was, but still rather fine due to his ancestry. His tail was twisted with brambles, and mane twisted and wild in half dreadlocks. He looked as untamed as the next beast, despite the pedigree.

A tingle of excitement spread over the five year old stag, and he briskly smacked his white-pattered rump, flicking his ear till it lay harshly on his midnight neck. Wide eyes darted everywhere, taking the numerous layers of scents in. He had finally found a society. Bucking the brute continued forwards, increasing the gallops speed.

Dun hooves touched sand and he looked down with an amused smile. The rush of water, waves, and salt hit his nostrils at full blast. Intrigued, the stag set his deep eyes onto his surroundings, taking in the sea with confusion. Tentatively, he slowed and edged himself towards the shoving ocean, very alert and as poised as an Arab. Gently he stepped, allowing the cold liquid to wearily pass over his legs, and dipped his head to drink, before jerking back a the taste of salt water and a wave splashing at him.

Darting back he now took in the horses standing not far from him. The mare, or rather filly interested him, and he refused, in his stubbornness, to let the opposing stallion get the prize without a fight. A fight. The thought rushed through him and he reared, pig rooted, and trotted swiftly towards the pair, eyes on the young vixen.
" Hello, my lovely, goodbye, good stallion!"
He smiled at the fae first, feeling slightly crazy, before winking at the grey brute.

Notes: Sorry Next one to be better, promise. [/center][/size]

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Patches looked at both stallions. "Well, I can't go with both of you. But, since Raquet got here first, I'm going with him." She smiled at Ranquet and said to him
"My name is Patches. I'm here at the beach because I love water." She looked at the sea. It is heaven for me, this place rules! Patches thought When I grow up and have foals of my own, I'll take them here. They'll love it! Patches would defend Raquet, even if it cost her life. She knew that the other stallion wanted Raquet to go away, but she would die fighting to protect Raquet if she had to. The other stallion's smile seemed to fade.
"I am going with Raquet because he was here first," Patches repeated to the other stallion "he found me first."

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OOC: Bahaha, i'll withdraw before Black Snow gets too angry :3 You can either pretend he wasn't there or pretend he left. Which he did. *nods*

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OOC: OK, unless Black Snow stops Raquet