Ｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ Ｒｉｖｅｒ Ｈｅｒｄ （Ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ Ｏｎｌｙ； Ｒｏｌｅ－Ｐｌａｙ）

basilio nickered as his long, red roan legs stretched across the fields. his eyes followed the herd as he made a very, very wide circle of a few of them. his light colored hooves pounded the dirt as he angled his direction toward the forest. making his way through the tall, towering trees, the rogue stallion slowed to a fast trot. when he arrived at the river, he raised his head high. with his powerful hind legs, basilio soared over the river, landing in the shallows of the other side. walking out, the stallion cantered through the trees till they opened into a vast, dark field. the place he called home.
the outlands.
nickering with his own amusement, he rested to eat a few shrub remains. after a few minutes, he lifted his head, shook his pinkish red main, and charged into a gallop. his roan mane and tail whipped in the wind as his light colored hooves kicked up amounts of dust.
later, he noted, he'd try to gather up some friends, maybe, and go try to steal a few mares or a filly, if he was lucky.

mae was silent as she slowly moved across the grazing grounds. the mare's blue hooves were covered in a thin layer of dust. she had been standing and grazing for the last hour. shaking her mane, she discovered the udder boredom that had overcome her. at the moment, all she felt like doing was napping. but, the problem was, she had napped not long ago, and while she felt like napping, she wasn't all that tired.
whinnying with frustration, the blue roan trotted in a few large circles, letting the wind catch her mane. mae's blue hooves struck the ground with ease while she urged her gait into a slow canter.

bijou's dark coat could be seen for miles in the grazing area. her breathing was rough and loud as she galloped at full speed. she was young, and training herself was at the top of her list. her legs were strong, making training easier on her. bijou's white face held no emotion except determination as the world flew past her vision. after running for quite a while, she slowed to a halt, breathing hard and loud. after resting herself, she made her way to the river to drink long, cold drinks of water.
after this, she was again ready to run. however, just to check, she cantered slowly through the trees until she found the meeting place. bijou's brown eyes examined the area, hoping the leader wasn't there to announce anything.

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The coal black mare lifted her head, her rounded ears adjusting to the snorts and pawing over the hill. She shook her neck violently, the dust that once was there dancing in little clouds around her body. Cree, being the curious mare she was, had to see what was going on. She eased into a light-footed trot, gliding over the earth below her. Three horses came into view- Mabel, Salvaje, and an unknown stallion. Her legs wanted to bolt, get out of the way from trouble, but she couldn't do that. She lowered her head, and walked towards the group. She stopped twenty feet or so away, just so she could see what was going on without distracting the group.

bijou's eyes noticed nothing, so she returned to thee grazing area where she found a group of the horses. strong hooves pounded the ground as she cantered slowly toward them. almond eyes flickering, she watched the young stallion leave.
"Trouble, have we?"
she spoke, a rare thing heard from her. she turned her head in the direction of each of the herd members around her.
swinging her storm-gray tail, she narrowed her eyes. wind rustled against the bushes and trees as dark clouds inched toward them, off of the horizon. leaning her head down, bijou scratched her right foreleg. a chill engulfed her as quite a large raindrop splashed onto her withers.

meanwhile, over in the outlands, it was pouring like wild. basilio's red mane was soggy, clinging to the side of his neck. shaking it, the red roan punctured the hard dirt that slowly morphed into soggy mud. rearing, his red-pink hooves seemed to clash with the sky as a loud, harsh echo of a neigh soared into the air.
as mud splattered when his hooves collided with the ground, he shook his head and mane. turning his head to the forest that lay between the herd's grounds and the loner grounds, he snorted with thought. basilio started into a trot towards the forest, until it evolved into a gallop. soaring through the forest, he slowed near the other edge, sighting the group of horses.

mae's blue roan hooves sunk into the mud a bit. lifting a hoof, she sank in deeper. she was stuck, she suddenly realized.
the deep enough dip in the ground had become something more of a quicksand bed. as she pulled each blue hoof out of the ground, she sank a little bit deeper. in too much panic, she did not neigh in fear, but rather stayed silent with shock and fear. too far to be noticed by the herd, she feared she would be up to he belly in mud before long.

Noting that the stallion had passed, Cree went on her merry way. She sped up her gait, leaning in on an even, sweet canter, mud slinging behind her back hooves as she propelled herself onwards. She found herself on the outskirts of the herd territory- where she liked it. She hated the trivial drama brought on by the rest of the herd. Getting out of the territory really cleared her mind as well as gave her a chance to explore the unexpolred. The scents of her herd mates were growing fainter and fainter as she exited the territory. Finally reaching total isolation, she let the warm rain beat down on her black pelt as she lowered her head to snooze.

A shrill whinny shoke Cree awake. The rain was still heavy on her back. Her slender face turned to see a stallion, not of her herd, galloping in the outlands. The hadn't realized loners or outcasts would come so close to the herd. She liked to spend her time in the outlands, but didn't evern see anyone else. This seemed to be the stallion that Salvaje told to leave. She stood silently, hoping he wouldn't wither scent or see her. She lowered her jet black head, her eyes round and soft.

Noting that the stallion saw her, she was sure of it, she stamped her front hoof. Her large, rounded ears flicked towards him, and she nickered out cautiously. She wasn't about to run, but she wouldn't let him know she was easy, either. She questioned herself on why a wonderer would be so close to a large herd's territory, but left it at that.

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