Starting Off

The Arabian/Clyedsdale mix trotted onto the land, her black cloak gleaming in the sun. She looked around; she hadn't seen many horses around. Was this a bad place, or a good place to start a herd? She looked around, hoping someone would come and join her. A strong breeze played by, gently playing with the tuffs of white fur on her hooves while bringing the sea smell to her noze. She lifted her head high, taking it all in.

A dun arabian stallion trotted onto the land, he looked around and spotted the mare. He whinnyed to her, letting her know he was here.

She turned her head, "Hello?" Her body followed her head, the still-blowing wind playing with her mane. He looked so much like him... She shook her head, pushing the thought away.

"Hi, I am Conquistador, what is your name?" He smiled at her and her mane as it flew everywhich way.

She hesitated, she was weary of most stallions since the accadident. "Losing Grip." She nodded a hello, Well, at least my name makes sence... "You can call me Grip, though." Or loser...

"You own this land?" He stayed his distance from the mare, he could tell she was weary.

"Well, yes. I'm the only one here, though."

"well, that's no fun." he made a funny face and smiled at her. "would you like some company?"

She smiled, still a little weary, though. "Yes." She flicked her long, black tail, sending flys everywhere.

"Are you okay? You seem... tense?"

She sighed, "I ran away from . . . an accident. I was fighting with my stallion, we were alone when it happned. I changed my mind, and when I went back to apolagize, he was gone, as in dead." She turned her head to the scar on her rump, "He . . . Gave me this. It's all I have left of him."

Conquistador stopped smiling, "I am sorry." He nuzzled her cheak reasuringly.

"Its ok, its not your problem. And thanks." She turned and smiled, a bit grim.

Conquistador smiled back, a little unsure, he shuffled his feet and looked down, not knowing what to do next.

She looked around, then walked slowly over to the river cutting in front of the cave, and took a big drink.

Conquistador turned his head around to his back and snatched at it with his teeth, uhhhh!! It's ichy! He couln't reach his itch so he fell to the ground and rolled on the soft grass, he looked funny as he did it, he got up and shook his coat, sighing, "Ahhh.. much better." He grinned.

She turned and laughed. "Itchy much?"

Conquistador laughed, "Ya... just a little bit!" he smiled brightly.

"A little?" She had a huge smile on her face.

"Ehh.. Okay a lot!" He laughed some more.

She laughed, and rolled onto her side. She sighed deeply and lauged even more.

Conquistador laughed at her and splashed at her some more.

She got up, "Okay! Okay, I surrender!" She was still laughing.

He smiled, "I always win." he walked towards her and preset his muzzle against hers he stepped back shyly and smiled.

She smiled to, happy that their was someone to keep her company. "So, do you, ummm..."-she blushed-"ever want to have foals?" She backed away, suddenly worried that she said the wrong thing. "I-I'm sorry, I just..." She looked down, embarased.