You make it ||RAIN|| I make it ||HAIL||

[F o r e c a s t]

The light clip clop of the fae's steps echoed in the empty area. The sun warmed her bodice quickly as her thick black pelt kept the air in. With an easy jump, fae launched herself up on to a ledge, but slipped. Attempting to grasp the ledge with hind legs, fae pulled herself up and was ok. Deep breaths calmed her from the slight fright of falling on something sharp as she walked a few paces before comming to another ledge, a smaller one, and stepping up on to it. Clipping and clopping stopped as she now walked on dirt. Crystal blue eyes scanned the lifeless place before the tainted mare fell into the dirt for a nice roll. Standing and shaking, she looked around again before starting off in a walk, knowing very well where she was.

[Sarah]

He had been doing this a lot recently. Watching, that is. It seemed that's all he ever did. Not many had sparked his attention. But this femme, the same hue as his own coat, sparked an interest he hadn't felt in a while. He watched her closely, body unmoving. She was quite graceful, except that one tiny slip up, but she recovered quickly. He would cut her some slack, although she was shorter than he was, she was heavier built. She probably didn't have the practice he did.
He found himself drawing in air quickly. Had he stopped breathing? She had stolen his breath away, how odd. He almost laughed to himself. She had character, he could tell by watching her. His ears were pricked, carefully watching. She was wandering away. If he didn't make his move, he might not speak to her at all.
Without thinking he set forth silently. As he progressed he let himself be heard, scattering loose stones so she'd know he was there. The raven colored stag stopped a few yards behind her, staring.

[F o r e c a s t]

Fae walked for a while, head low, looking into the dirt with boredom. A stone hit her hind leg, causing her to stop, ears pricked. Hearing something behind her, she turned her head to the side to see a dark pelted stag. Ears slightly turned back, feme turned to face him. Not moving an inch, her lyrics escaped her maw to grace the stags ears. Who is my stalker? She said in a low, sweet voice. What do you want? She said in a rather nasty voice. Tail swishing, she waited for the answers she seeked.

[Sarah]

His ears were pricked intently, drinking in the dove's tones. He let them settle into his brain, and took a few seconds to gather a reply.
Salmarnir is my name. I noticed you wandering about. You look awfully bored. What harm could my company do? Would you grace my ears once more and answer this, what is your name?
Sure, he was no Romeo, but he tried. He wasn't trying to seduce or swoon this fae. Simply get to know her. She somehow struck his interest. Anyone who could do such a thing without speaking a word was surely worthy of his time.
He waited patiently, his tassels lashing out frequently at the pests attracted to his legs.

[F o r e c a s t]

She listened calmly, ears slightly turned twards the brute. Crystal blue eyes scanned him as he spoke. His lyrics faded into her as she moved her eyes to his. Forecast. She said with no emotion. She wondered out of boredom and so far, this stallion wasn't entertaining. Easily unpleased, Forecast often was threatened weather it was to be force bred, or killed. Being her size and her body mass, usually any other horse wasn't much of a problem. As her tail lashed about, keeping flys away, she stomped a foot with irritation before lowering her head to push around a rock, trying to keep herself from falling over, dead. COD::boredom. Just then, she lifted her head, a grin upon her face. Well Salmarnir, you do know the land I would guess. Why would you be in a place like this? She started to walk twards him, then around him in a circle, brushing her bodice against his. To have a little fun? Maybe gain a few herd members. Or for the entertainment. She stopped, her bod pressing against his as she stood next to him, only slightly smaller. She looked up at him with her eyes full of fun, waiting for his answer to her question.

ooc-- just in case you didn't know, COD is a medical term for Cause Of Death.[/center]

[Sarah]

Forecast was it? Interesting. It was different from what he'd been used to. But he was used to the more odd names. He turned her name over in his mind, soaking in her image to match her title.
He smirked. She was playful thing, wasn't she? She seemed like she'd be hard to please. And one thing was for sure, he was no entertainer. It took a lot to get him into the "fun" mode. He watched her fidget and play with the random toy she had crafted out of the earth. He seemed far off, it wasn't until she spoke again that he snapped back to reality.
Oh, you know. Life is so dull. I thought I might wander, maybe come across someone as bored as I. Looks like I've found you. Why exactly are you here, dear Forecast?
Don't mind the "dear", that's just how he spoke. For being of the tainted blood, he was quite polite. He pressed into her bodice just slightly, enough for her to feel some pressure and warmth from his presence.

[F o r e c a s t]

She smirked as he asked this question. Entertainment. Possibly to join a herd, knowing that most brutes I find here are not friendly. I don't like friendly very much. She smirked. A smile appeared on her maw as she felt his bodice press against her slightly. Only slightly, but she felt happy. It was the first time in a long time that another had done that. She sighed and dropped her head to sniff at a pile of pointy grass. Jerking her head up quick, she made a note not to touch the pointy stuff EVER again.

[Sarah]

He chuckled at her as she took notice to the prickly grass. She really was interesting. He maintained his touch on her body. He looked off into the horizon. The day was coming to an end, the sky streaked with orange and purple clouds. And cool breeze ruffled the little grass that touched this area. His raven cords plastered to her body with the force of the gust. He turned to her taking in her gaze.
I see. This place isn't much fun really, not with as little equine as there is here. There aren't many herds established yet, just mine and another's I believe. His deep lyrics rumbled in his throat. He continued to gaze at her.

[F o r e c a s t]

She nodded slightly before parting her maw and allowing her lyrics to sing into the air. Interesting. Would you be interested in a new addition to your herd then Salmarnir? Or shal I be on my way, for it is starting to get into the later hours and I need to find where I'll be staying for the night. She spoke calmly and softly, sweetly even. She didn't really want to spend another night outside of a herd, but no worries. She didn't mind the alone time.

[Sarah]

He smiled a genuine smile.
Oh no, please join me. I only have one measly mare, and she's a pure. He rolled his eyes slightly. This dove was far more interesting than the one residing in his territory now. He pressed into her side a little more before moving forward.
Would you like to take a stroll before we head to my territory?
He looked over his shoulder at her, ears perked in her direction.

[F o r e c a s t]

She smiled as he pressed into her again. There was just something about it that made her feel good. She stepped lightly after him, nodding to his offer of the stroll. She smiled up at him with a slight sparkel in her blue eyes. The first time she had been a part of a herd since she was a filly and lived with her mothers herd. She felt loved.

[Sarah]

He smiled again, slowing his pace so she could walk beside him. He wasn't sure what this feeling was. He normally wasn't so welcoming to others, whether they were male or female. He tossed his head, trying to shake it off, but it stuck. He kept moving forward, turning his brain, trying to think of something to say.
Why don't you tell me a little about yourself/b]
Oh, how creative, right? Well, it was all he could muster. He wasn't used to carrying on a conversation. He usually ended up walking away bored or annoyed.

[F o r e c a s t]

She sighed. She thought about her fun filled life. Most frowned upon it though. Well....When I was around one, I left my birth herd. I roamed and joined another herd at around 2...I think. But I left when the stag asked for a foal. I don't like foals. Actually, if I come across one, I tend to kill it. After I left that herd I traveled for a long time, but then my life was changed when I was trapped in a small pen, loaded into a box and then put into a large fenced in field. I was owned and loved by a little girl who use to ride me. I learned that when people fell off and lay lifeless, it wasn't usually a good thing. When I was in the field one day, a man came up and pulled hard on my rope, yanking my head around. I was mad to I reared and kicked him off. He laied there, lifeless. I ran, scared of making the little girls parents mad. Then, after a year of running, I ended up here! I'm now three years old, still pure, breeding wise, and currently I live with you! She smiled. She guessed her life didn't sound all too bad. Maybe she should have left out the part about her killing foals. Those stupid little bouncy things didn't know hair from hay.

[Sarah]

He sighed. Wow. That didn't sound fun at all. He can't say he'd been through more.
He snorted, I haven't been much of a foal fan myself. They're only good once they hit yearlings. I've lived free my entire life. Luckily I haven't come across any of those two legs in my lifetime. My sister, Adelaide, and I used to live somewhere really hot, but we left our home herd and traveled together here.
He brushed his pelt against her side, attempting to comfort the fae. He kept walking on as the dark grew even closer. They might have to head to his territory soon.

[F o r e c a s t]

She wondered why the stag said nothing about where the sister was now. She wondered, so she asked. Well, if you traveled with her here, she must be with you in your herd right? She wondered so much. Would this stallion be kind to her? Would she be just a mare, or would he make something of her.