A new life

[FalconX]

Dial raised and nostrils flared, the young mare lifted her legs in an elegant prance as she sashayed through the land. The gentle scent of spring entered her nares and she shook her head in gentle delight. The soft light gray banner flew out behind her, raised high in true arabian fashion. Her twin towers were pricked forward as she listened with the fascination of a toddler who'd just realized he had the capability to walk on his own. A light, carefree whinny of happiness emitted from her parted velvet kissers. Her pretty blue pools stayed fastened on the land that she was certain would be her home in the very near future. Her sleek gray boa arched, with her silver tinted tresses swaying lightly in the breeze that was created by her brisk pace. Every scent that entered her flared nares, was pure and innocent. No hint of another equine's mark of their territory entered them, leaving her with a rich sense of satisfaction.

No one owned this land, no had staked their claim, therefor, she was free to claim it herself, without the pain of unwanted bloodshed. She continued to frolic about in the knee high, bright green grass of the land. Her almost naive joy made her look like a young filly celebrating the first spring that she had ever experienced. A butterfly gracefully flew past her nose and with a squeal of playfulness, she gave chase, kicking up her hooves and jumping up and down, snapping her teeth as if she were attempting to catch the brightly colored animal. Despite her seemingly foolish behavior, as her father would put it, every curve of her powerful chrome toned body was filled with confidence and a regal air, that of royalty. And it held true, for she was of royal blood. Her sire the King of the Darks, though she had chosen a different route. A neutral life.

[claiming post as well as a post for Spitze]

[Spitz]

The black stallion moved elegantly. The graceful trot of the Friesian breed. He had been moving from land to land for ages. He smelt a mare. A light smile fell on his fascade. His trot turned into a steady canter. The stallion smelt that she was alone, maybe he had a chance of becoming a lead? He entered the land and looked around. It was beautiful. He saw the mare chasing the winged butterfly and chuckled. He started to walk up. He recognized her though, he had been wandering for so long he had herd many tales. Arabian. The smell on her coat was hinted with the dark scents. It couldn't be the dark king's daughter? He had learned about royal heritage by a mare who used to live in the dark lands. She had told him of the many children of Dazeedo. The one who was neutral but dark around her evil father. Her name, what was her name. He knew it began with a A. Ammy? Amaya! Yes, this was Amaya. His own name was Floyd. He was once tame. He was neutral with the hint of light. He felt sorry for this mare, having her father hate her.

"Amaya. Daughter of the dark king Dazeedo?" came his soft voice. There was no anger in his voice to lead her to be scared and think he was trying to capture her and take her to her father. He wanted her to tell him the truth. Thats all he ever asked of anyone. He loved stories. Some he passed on but the ones that were so personal he kept. "Its ok. I am Floyd. Before any questions are asked. I know about you from stories. I have wandered through so many lands and have heard about you from a mare who used to live in your fathers lands" came his voice again. It was smooth. Every word flowed into the other. All his words were thought about before-hand. He thought before he spoke, he hardly ever got angry. That is what made him good with other horses. He never had enemies. Well, maybe a few but only if they had done unforgivable things. A light smile was still painted on his face. You would always see Floyd with a smile. He was peaceful but would fight or stand up for any horse who needed his help.

[FalconX]

She tossed her head and continued jumping around without real aim or purpose. Her banner flicked back and forth, mane fluttering around her, brushing her neck softly. Long legs snapped up with such precision and grace as she pranced, pride lingering in her every movement. She wasn't a dark, of that she was sure, but even a neutral had weaknesses or nasty habits, so to speak. A tricky and conniving glint was in her big blue eyes, for that was who she was. She got what she wanted by playing with the minds of others. Tricking them into doing what she wanted, manipulating their thoughts and hopes to whatever suited her purposes. Yet, she wasn't always so cold and cruel, no, she resorted to that only when she deemed necessary. Her life muddied of like that of her own coat color, gray, not white. It was as if someone had decided she was not worthy to wear the pure snowy white coat and instead, had handed her one that had been trampled enough to tinge it with a murky gray. Despite this, she was a magnificent equine, and she knew it, which brought her the pride that darkened her heart.

Muscled yet refined form froze, the butterfly fluttering away, long forgotten now. The voice ripping through her haven of peace, brought a spark of annoyance to her. White ivories ground together and her blue eyes lit with the anger that was beginning to brew. This was her land, others could just high-tail it out. Not only had the intruder called her by name, he recognized her as the kin of her insufferable sire, Dazeedo. The King of the Darks. With all the arrogance of the darks, something she had mastered by being around her father, she turned to face this new face. The soft tones falling from the lips of the other equine, were meant to be soothing as if to console her hot temper, yet they only worsened her declining mood. It's okay? Did this stallion truly believe she was a damsel in distress, one of need of saving? Floyd, a name that resounded of the tame race, causing her defenses to rise even higher. She strutted towards him, crown held high, but she couldn't keep her curiosity about him from lingering in her icy gaze. "Stories from a mysterious mare that claims to have lived in my father's land? Surely such a fine stallion as you does not give credit to such a shady figure?" She asked, blinking her eyes innocently, a deceitful glint appearing in her eyes. This was how she got things, manipulation. Messing with others.