Lonely Sea Glass Island Mare(stallion needed)*

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    Wildsong
    A black Arabian mare galloped across the land she and her herd called home. She tossed her head and kicked up her heels before she slid to a stop, rearing up with a loud neigh. With a snort, she dropped to all fours before she dropped her head to graze on the fresh grass, though her ears were listening for anyone approaching. The way she moved suggested loneliness.

    White Eagle


    A tall, powerful, graceful stallion walked onwards through a woodland area, his footsteps light on the grass and ears perked up, listening to the birdsong. White Eagle, a pure white American Mustang with golden, sharp and intelligent eyes, burst through the bushes in a random fit of pure happiness, leaving him standing in a field some way away from the woods and watching other horses play on the hills.

    White Eagle felt foolish. He checked the horses; none seemed to have seen him. He should have left then, but as he bent to graze he saw that a horse had indeed seen him. He blinked his amber eyes and neighed a greeting.

    Wildsong
    The black Arabian smiled and returned the greeting before centering over to him. "Haven't seen you here before," she stated a little shyly.

    "Yes.. I belong to no herd." The white stallion neighed, tossing his mane. "My name is White Eagle, but you can call me Eagle." He neighed. "What is your name?"

    Wildsong
    The black mare shook out her own mane. "Wildsong," she answered. "Sea Glass Island is my herd, though they're barely entertaining." She chuckled.

    "The name suits you." He said. Listening too her words, he spoke again; "I do not like herds. They are limiting and tense and forbid you from complete freedom." He tossed his white mane away from his amber eyes.

    Wildsong
    "That's true," she breathed, watching the herd laze about. "But they offer protection for new foals and the socialization that they need while growing up." Unsatisfied with how her mane was, Wildsong shook it out again.

    "That may be so. But if you are raised in a herd, you rely on others to help you. If you find yourself separated from the herd, you have few skills you have been taught to help you when you are solo in the wild, with wolves, cougars and other horses that are not as friendly as me." He neighed, watching Wildsong toss her mane once more and flicking his ears.

    Wildsong
    The mare nodded, having nothing to further continue the herd discussion. "Then it's a good thing," she chuckled. "That I wasn't born here. Mother and I came here quite some time ago after something happened to father. Can't really remember that, though." She flicked her tail to rid her flank of a few buzzing flies.

    "I'd be glad to forget." He said, swishing his tail at some flies and flicking his ears. "I was born to a rouge mare and a lead stallion. I was never officially in the herd, which was named the herd of the Emerald Fields. My mother was Zkai, and my father was White Hawk. Zkai named me after him. I have no idea why, seeing as though she left him to take care of me." He snorted, pawing the ground.

    Wildsong
    "I'm sorry," she neighed softly, touching her muzzle to his neck. "If it helps, my parents were both rogues. Then something happened with dad and mom and I came to the Sea Glass Island herd."

    Wildsong
    The black mare thought for a moment, not answering. "Mother is," she snorted, her ears flicking back and forth, head dipping down. "She met Anith when I became a yearling. Now she has a foal." She snorted hard in disapproval. "It's not right, I say."

    He blinked as her words set in. "My father was like that, so I was told. White Hawk killed his father, Inferno, to become lead stallion. He had a mate when he met my mother; her name was Tuliphooves. She died, slain by wolves so I was told, just before I was born. While My mother was pregnant she lived in the herd but then Hawk betrayed her for Poison Rose, and even had her foal... His name was Scorpio. My mother was heartbroken and angry, and she left him."

    Wildsong
    She snorted again. "It's not right," She stated softly. "Worst of all is that she expects me to be a big sister." She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

    "Really? That's terrible." He snorted, stomping his hoof down. "If I ever met Scorpio, I'd..." He neighed and reared up before stomping back down with a thud, all worked up.