Diablo dances Forth

[~Stallion of Power~]

Hues fell cold and stoney.
The large ebonite stag picked 'is path carefully.
Raven wisps blew soft against 'is boa.
Soft nicker blew to the wind.
'is broncly stance moved throught the terra o' equines

'is mind swirled with thoughts.
Were was teh femme 'is 'eart tingled for.
'e 'ad never found such vixen.

Hues of amber scanned the green grasses the soft breeze bellowed through the valley the mountains shadowed a few pine trees at the bottom were movement was seen but 'e topok no notice. Th creek gently sloshed at 'is feet. The jouicy green blades shook gainst 'is daggers.

The momentum took 'im as 'e stood as 'e looked,
Onyx.
The hills were silent as the breeze seized and not even the whistle of the wild grasses sounded the valley 'e stood poised as the gentle beacon of light fell o'er the rustic hills.

[BuckskinSoul]

Any bird enjoying an aerial view of the valley would see a shadow moving slowly across the valley. A common illusion, the black mare trod over the meadow, her dense hooves sloshing through the marshy patches.
This place is like a sponge when it rains.
She raised her large, forelock covered head sky wards, and searched in the blue for something, anything.
A sign.
She thought.
The word is out... the horses are banning together, but now what?
Clusters of grazing, chatting, and snoozing horses dotted the opening. The charcoal mare stopped a moment and basked in the peace, catching her breath. She got tired so easily these days. Suddenly, she heard something beside her. Another creature. She whipped her head sideways. It was a large stallion, but he didn't look quite as peaceful as the masses. She squinted her eyes. She stepped closer.
"Hello there. New?"
She asked carefully, keeping a blank face.

[~Stallion of Power~]

'is handsome facade covered with a annoyed complection.
'e turned to face the similar colored mare.
'e noticed She as large and she must be there so called 'Leader'
'e found it irritating they chose a pregnant mar as a leader, but any how 'e listened to 'er lyrics intently harks flickered as she spoke.

Yes i be new, ye must be dubbed Blackhoof am i right? I be El Diablo

'e watched 'er to see if she knew the meaning to 'is name.
Hues cold and stoney for a first impression 'e found 'er weak and pathetic.
'is arrogant streak pulled through

[BuckskinSoul]

The mare eyed the brute with her bark-colored eyes. Her mane hung frizzy and stiff with dried beads of sweat.
Big and bad, 'encha.
Her voice slivered through the air- even.

"Devil, isn't it? Does the name represent the horse within?"
She raised her petal-shaped head as a frisk of wind rattled through the grass and chilled her satin coat.
I hear your faint footstep winter... you come with fury
"Yes, I am Blackhoof."
She spoke off-handedly.
Winter would be especially tough for the horses of the meadow this year. They were surrounded by wolves, cats and deer.
How am I supposed to keep peace?
She returned her thoughts to the horse before her. She wondered faintly what he had in mind. New to the horses of This Side, gangs of camp horses were sneaking into the woods and raiding the deer camp. Peace was to be short lived unless the black mare could figure out who the culprits were.[/center]

[~Stallion of Power~]

'e listened intently.

ahh. Sometimes it be true.

'e flickered 'is hues to 'er waistband

'ho be thine sire?

'is rough voicer questioned 'er.

[BuckskinSoul]

Blackhoof squinted her eyes at the stallion's brashness. She wasn't quite sure if she trusted the newcomer yet. But what was the point in opposing him? It would only stir up more dust than had already been stirred. That, Blackhoof did not want.
"It hardly matters now, does it?"
Her voice had an edge to it- like the gleaming scaled of a fish. You would never suspect that they could cut flesh.
"He's dead now."
She did not succumb to grief. She was through grieving. It had been more of a confusing time to her than sad, however.
Merely keeping her vision trained on this ostentatious fellow, her thoughts drifted.

[~Stallion of Power~]

Why be we following such a midnless femme.
'e thought to 'imself.
Icy hues watched 'er carefully.

Fine.

'e snorted.'e 'ad chosen 'e did not like the mare.
Or the thought og being under 'er authority.
'e tossed 'is maw as 'e stood taller than 'er.

What be our plan of action for the cats, wolfs and Deer. A group 'ave left upriver towards the deer, sick of waiting for the nice food

'e tryed to make it obvious to 'er most were fed up.

[BuckskinSoul]

Blackhoof surveyed a group of grazing horses near Rain River. They would dip their heads down into the emerald grass, and then rise, jaws full of vegetation and laugh over some joke or other.
Why can't it just stay like this?
But it wouldn't, she knew. And besides, it wasn't even ideal at the moment. She knew looks were only skin deep, and in reality, the horses were struggling with the new turn of This Side. She turned to El Diablo.
"We wait. If we attack or make any sign of attacking, the others will beat us to it. They are more accomplished in battle- at least the wolves and cats are. And together, they make a force worth reckoning with."
She paused and eyed the ornery stallion.
"And how do you know about this gang you speak of? Wouldn't happen to have any inside information, would you?"
Hey eyes radiated suspicion.
"If we continue to provoke the deer, we will not continue to feel a lack of blows. The deer may be suffering at the paw of the wolves- but Solark will not let the deer remain in their squalor."

[~Stallion of Power~]

I met earlier with a mare in the Group.
Yes Solark is strong but horses and Wolves are top of the order.
And i know that many of the horses here could take down two wolves to one.

'e snarled.
'e, being arrogant, thought 'e would be a better leader.
Headstrong and risky 'e was a certain warrior.

[BuckskinSoul]

I want this horse on our side.
Blackhoof thought this carefully, but she would not take any cheap talk from this ball of thorns.
"Do you know the best piece of survival advice I ever heard?"
The black mare stepped forward, crack hooves, splitting the delicate, soft flesh of the grass beneath them, her nostrils flared like foreboding caves, alert for danger.
"Of course you don't. It was thus: always assume you are on the bottom of the food chain."
Strong as the river current, a sudden gust of wind rattled through the two horses' legs and teased Blackhoof's mane mercilessly.
"Maybe it would do you some good to heed that."
Her eyes were slanted, a challenge.

[~Stallion of Power~]

'is raven maw was handsome and sleek in teh hard sunshine.
'e slanted 'is amw and listened to 'er lyrics.

A positive attitude means you can accoplish anything

'e snarled, 'e was strong and brave knowing of 'is arrogance 'e ran the thoughts through 'is mind.

[BuckskinSoul]

"Sometimes, yes. Sometimes confidence can be helpful."
She stretched her voice as the grumbling clouds thickened above her two towers of ears.
"Other times, it merely clouds your window to the world."
Her voice was somewhat empty, as her thoughts skittered away before she reached the end of her sentence. She thought of months past, and her own advice struck her personally. But none of this registered on her black face. She stood still in the rising storm.

[~Stallion of Power~]

Diablo watched, hues cold and glassy.
Snorted profoundly.

Don't try and proove me wrong mare

he snarled before walking away.
Thunderous steps touched the ground.

[BuckskinSoul]

Blackhoof pivoted on her hooves to face him again.
"I am not trying to prove you wrong, Diablo, because only life can prove that. I am merely offering a pregnant mare's advice."
Her voice had a thick edge to it, reflecting her flashing eyes, thick and murky as the Rain River. Said river was about to be indulged. Blustering clouds gave their final warning.
"Farewell, stag."
She flicked her tail in dismissal and began to walk on wards, home.

[chiquine]

Rain poured down, a leopard appaloosa truged through the meadow. She was up to her knees in mud. Her head was dragging at the wet ground. She lifted her head and spotted a giant tree(a giant sequoia)with a crevis in it. She walked to it and stepped inside. There was a small hill inside that she walked down it was damp but not wet. She shook and water went flying. Her legs wer muddy and she was tired. She laid down and closed her eyes, two minutes later she was sound asleep...