So I'm a little crazy....and your point is? ~Open~

[Arwen]

The sun shone down on my dark colored hide, heating it to a rather uncomfortable temperature. I walked in my usual fashion with my crown high and alert, harks pinned flat against my skull. The whites of my optics were almost always showing as I jerked this way and that, always weary of every pebble. The entire way I carried myself practicly screamed 'screw off'. So I'm a little antisocial. Just a little? Well lets see. The last time you were approached by another equine you bashed his head in. I swore sometimes my conscious was a completely separate entity. Though, as much as I hated to admit it, it was usually right.

I had never been in this part of the land before, and it looked particuliary foreboding with the jagged rocks arising overhead. Many individual waterfalls crashed down from the peaks into bottomless pits below. T'would be an unfortunate accident if an equine were to fall into one of those said pits and be incapable of getting out, wouldn't you say? I laughed, out loud little aware of any thing around. Alright so I didn't entirely hate that little voice.

Standing at a mere fourteen hands high I was practicly a damn pony. But, I had proved size wasn't everything. Why couldn't your mother have been a Clydesdale? Maybe then others would take you seriously. At five years old, I was wise to this worlds tricks even though I learned something new every day. Even though I won't admit it that is.

Without warning I screamed, a blood curdling shriek t'was. I reveled in the feeling as I reared into the air, orbs rolling back, ears pinned and sharp ebony daggers lashing at an imaginary enemy. I lurched into a mad and frenzied gallop across the land, dotted with a insane twisted buck or well placed kick here or there. I stopped only when I ran as far as I could without toppling into a ravine. A thin glistening layer of sweat shone on my dark hide, my flaxen threads a stark contrast. I stood proudly, the wind toying with my hair as weary dark orbs searched the landscape.

[Dove]

A bright eyes mare walked calmly about, enjoying the sun and the summer breeze that played with her coal black mane. Apona smiled and picked up her feet, the black covered legs pulling high as she march trotted around. Suddenly she stopped, her blindingly white body with contrasting black mane tail and socks quivered as she listened intently. A little hum was going along, on bird, a little song bird, singing it's heart out.

If there was something she loved it was to dance and what she loved possibly more was having music in accompaniment. She picked up one hoof, slowly and set it down farther out, moving it away from herself. She then began to move her hooves faster picking them up and setting them down, constructing a complex pattern of movement. She twisted and turned, dancing, leaping and frolicking, happy.

The joy was apparent on her face and her body moved so gracefully, it was somewhat hypnotizing in nature. The contrast of her color made it even more so.

[Arwen]

My optics fell upon my own polar opposite. Where I had a dark pelt and strikingly flaxen threads, she bore a white creme pelt with onyx threads. What a strange looking creature. What the hell is she doing? I was so curious I actually stood there in plain sight and watched. She seemed to be moving around to some imaginary tune. Of course it was curiosity that drove me closer. I made a wide circle around the other mare so I was standing a way out of her range of vision gawking.

I could hear a bird singing somewhere, a annoyingly scratchy noise. Though she seemed to think it was just wonderful. I think....shes dancing. Dancing, what is that supposed to mean? You know, dancing. Moving in time to a rhythm. Like your mother used to do. I cringed outwardly, unaware I had even done it. There was no way my mother, lead mare in a evil brutes herd could have been caught doing something so foolish and time consuming. Your mother was nothing like you. She wasn't some hard headed mean little brat. She was a mature and kind mare who enjoyed the fun things in life.

Yeah, and thats why she was killed and I was left too young to understand it and have to kill the damn guy. It was unheard of for such a small mean mare to take on a larger stronger stallion. Between adrenaline and pure luck I had done it though. I turned my jumbled and hazy thoughts back to the mare before me. And spoke up. My voice was surprisingly warm and sing song for a mare of my current nature. Another inherited trait from mother. Joy. "You...what, what are you doing? And why?"

Alright so it was a bit strange to barge in on someone and batter them with questions, but it was just how I was. I was so intrigued and curious I almost forgot. I hated everyone and anything that breathed and had eyes to stare at me with.

[Dove]

Apona had just been getting into it, like zoning out into her dance when another horse broke in.

"You...what, what are you doing? And why?" What am I doing? What's it look like I'm enjoying myself! You weirdo! That is what Apona thought, but, she wouldn't say it aloud.

"Um, I'm having fun. Dancing, you should try it. It's fun." Apona was little confused as to why the little mare cared as to why she danced. And Apona was definetly a little star struck that she didn't what dancing was. OH MY! What if I was just a bad dancer? I probably looked like a fool!

Apona perished the thought, certainly she couldn't be the fool, the other horse was just a morron. Yep that's it, she's just a morron. And based on the way she was gaping at me, a very creepy morron, I'd be frightened if it weren't for her size and the fact she was a mare like me.

"Um, well, haven't you ever tried dancing? I think it's good to help get rid of anger or depression, or at least that's what I use it for." Apona wasn't sure of the other mares tempermant. She wasn't sure if she was a fiesty jerk or if she was one of those annoying sweet as a sugar cube and caring to match.

"Anyways... My names Apona, what's yours? Apona was trying her best to be social, but, it was kind of weird she hadn't met anyone for awhile except for the horse that disapeared, the grey stallion What was his name?...... Oh well.

[Arwen]

I snorted softly, the mare seemed a little taken back. Um, I'm having fun. Dancing, you should try it. It's fun. The little voice in the back of my head told me to keep my mouth shut if I couldn't say anything nice, so I obligued. Um, well, haven't you ever tried dancing? I think it's good to help get rid of anger or depression, or at least that's what I use it for. Well I had plenty of both, but like I was about to say anything.

Anyways... My names Apona, what's yours? I bobbed my skull lightly before answering. "My name is Cayenne. Just Cay for short." I had been about to say something snippy, but my conscience spoke up. BE NICE!!! You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. So I'd be nice. To the mare it probably looked like I had a complete turn around attitude wise. "Apona, thats such a pretty name! How are you today? I'm sorry if I interrupted you, I hadn't meant to be rude...I was just curious."

OOC:Sorry its short Dove

[Dove]

"Apona, thats such a pretty name! How are you today? I'm sorry if I interrupted you, I hadn't meant to be rude...I was just curious."

"Um, thank you... I -uh- like you name too." Apona stepped back and snorted, she usually didn't really like company she preffered being on her own and having this suddenly sullen or peppy horse nagging at her ear was not helping. Ears flicked back she tried to be nice knowing that if the other horse was going to make an effort she should at least try.

"I'm good thank you, how are you?" Her voice was falsely cheery and her tail swished back and forth as she eyes the mare suspiciously. What was up with her? Why did she have a bi-polar turn about? And what the heck does she want with me?

Apona forced her ears to stay straight and perked instead of flattened agaist her skull. She kept herself relaxed as much as possible and tried to be non-threatening, but, if she needed she could definitely fight.