we're not forgotten``[herd]

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE``
We poppin' champagne like we won the championship game..

AH summer at last and that meant fall wasn't too far away. He had a considerable number of mares under his claws now and that meant foals galore! He knew that Ava and Isis might want a foal, but the other two; Cassiopeia and Jewel he did not know about. What about his newest addition Sasorra? He didn't know if she wanted to accept his offer so soon after all she did just arrive to Midnight Acres and was just claimed, did she really want a foal this early into her stay? He did not know, he wouldn't push it if she didn't want one. Along with summer came the summer sun and the summer heat, but now as the rain plummeted to earth he rose his head from it's grazing place with a low and annoyed snort.

HIS radars slipping back into his tressels before his limbs began to carry his black carcass away from his small resting area and off towards the shelter of the four enormous oak trees in which stood in the middle of his lands and there he could've waited out the storm, and when the wind picked up quickly and whistled through his hair he knew he couldn't wait out the storm so instead he leaned his aching shoulder against the bark of the nearest tree with a small and unwanted grunt, screwing his teals shut to atleast dim the pain shooting up his spine and sticking to his brain and with another sigh he cocked his back hoof.

HE couldn't help but think even more about the upcoming fall and how he could turn this scene into a herd meeting. He turned his dome slightly and pursed his lips into a fine line before he snatched up a mouthful of greens hungrily and soon another one until he continued grazing constantly without stop. Shaking the webs out of his eyes he rose his head again and furrowed his imaginary eyebrows, ashen lips parting quickly in an echoing call; "Queen Ava, Second Isis! Cassiopeia and Jewel! Report to me at once!" He shouted, raising his nasals to the air and scenting the wind curiously, brows once again furrowing before he lowered his nape downwards, awaiting his mare's arrivals.

[`* isis]

:: isis ,,

The large draft mare had been resting her tired muscles near the lake of Forgotten Valley, every so often venturing into the trees when the wind grew too forceful and whipped her ashen and pearl spiders silk tresses into a tangle. Summer had finally come now, and all the foals, including Nevaeh's, had been born already. At the thought of the fiery chestnut paint pixie, Isis felt a sudden stab of guilt, remembering her first friend's request to keep the foal away from Chaos. She had failed that task miserably... A soft, resigned sigh whistled through her slightly parted maw, and her lungs deflated suddenly, leaving a once proud bodice crumpled with overwhelming shame. Her cranium dropped to the ground, as, her neck snaking back and forth as she rocked sideways anxiously. So many questions ran through her mind. Where was Nevaeh? How was she? Was the foal doing well? Had she escaped notice from Chaos, the foal's sire?

Another pang of guilt stabbed like an icy knife through her pounding heart, but a wild call, carried by the turbulently shifting wind, interupted her thoughts: "Queen Ava, Second Isis! Cassiopeia and Jewel! Report to me at once!" It was Black's call, she immediately recognized the accent and the tone. Long auds flickered fervently to and fro, and her neck stiffened, cranium tossed regally toward the heavens as dainty pinions propelled the vixen forward at a fast canter. Blackened daggers struck the ground rhythmically, and soon, Isis had traced the call to its source.

Black Champagne stood in the center of a clearing edged with four thick oak trees, stance relaxed, awaiting his herd. She slowed to a trot, weaving lithely between the wide trunks of the sentinel oaks to enter the round meadow. Halting fluidly a respectable distance from his ebon figure, she bobbed her head in a curtsy, murmuring, "Hullo, Black." She straightened out of the bow to glance around, nares flared, for any sign of the other mares. This would be her first time meeting the rest of his herd, and she was strangely excited...

[azul.]

AVA
THE SEPERATION.

Ever since the attack - a rather barbaric choice of words, if she could add - the mid-sized molten mare had taken her choice to remain hidden in the lands that she knew so well. Call it an immediate sense of fear, she wasn't exactly sure, but the thought of that steel hellion's expression made the normally secure ess shake her thick, draft crown. But then, of course, it hadn't have ended there; that bastard Caeser had returned, and challenged Black Champagne to a battle; for her. Guilt ebbed over the female, knowing that she'd brought on the torment, just by remaining in the Valley. If she hadn't.. Amber optics closed, blocking out the overcast lithe around her, heavy sigh shaking her frail bodice. Milk hued tresses fluttered abruptly in the growing winds, shaded optics staring out into the world, loud exclamation leaving her beaten form, the winds finally bringing her some news. Alert radars pointed sky ward, catching and forming Black's call - one that she knew she would respond to. Skinless stilts lingered in place with a moments hesitation, then rocketed forward at an unkempt lope - head jutted forward just to keepm balance, spotted limbs skittering sideways every so often. Hmm, yes.. Regaining that sense of normalcy was damn hard.

"Queen Ava, Second Isis! Cassiopeia and Jewel! Report to me at once!" Although she'd recognized her own calling, the others were unknown, and so her mind began to reel in a whirlwind of ideas about who these relative newcomers would be. Tiara lifted upwards, rosy rimmed nares widening, inhaling a deep, cleanly breath, pace increasing a fraction, just so she wouldn't be the last petty mare to arrive. Keen eyesight scanned the surrounding lithe carefully, until she could finally trace the point of where her king would be - and hopefully, the rest of the herd. Only after realizing that she was breathless and her body was aching to a hellish degree, the mare sidled in to wards the scene where she could see Black Champagne - a small, guilty smile twitched at her lips, seeing the wounds on his ebon pelt, more or less from the battle with Caeser - and another draft appearing mare. Stilts ceased the forward movement, and the spotted mare took a place near the two equid's, soft gaze running between Black and this herd mate, questioning words forming on her parched lips. "Greetings, miss. I am Ava.. Who might you be?" Blatanly aware that she was gasping for shallow breaths, a sense of discomfort surrounding her, the mare's milky maw lifted in a sweet smile, eyesight gazing back and forth between the two herd mates - thinking that this wouldn't be a hell-drawn day after all.

ooc; complete, hot daaayumn, I thought I'd suck with her. :]

[Patch]

Cassiopeia

We'll see.

I perked up my ears. I scented Black Champagne. And heard him too. He was calling for me, and others too. I knew this would be the time to face them and get to know them; Black had called for a queen, Ava; a second hand Isis, and for me and one named Jewel. Beautiful names. But you couldn't judge them by their names. I would have tosee them, and then judge them. Grey pistons galloped softly, gently, gracefully over in the direction my king had called. Ah! It was near autumn, and breeding season. I sped faster with excitement. I was rarely excited, but the thought of a foal! I came to an abrupt halt at the edge of the group.

[emmy]

Jewel

Summer oh god that means it will be hot and she will have to keep hydrated even more, she liked the colder seasons even though her winter coat came through which was disgusting. But now her winter coat is gone and her summer pelt is coming through it as short just how she liked it and it brang out more of her dapples. And her lobe insides won't remain as hairy but her feathery hooves didnt shred off because that was apart of her breeding,'her feathery hooves were never to be shred off no matter how hot it is but she will survive. She is very sure she can survive this summer.

It was her first time coming into this herd and she didn't really know Black Champagne but he had saved her frm Chaos a really dark stud that tried to kill her but she stood up for herself, like always she is a big girl and can do things on her own. Jewel really does thank Black for his brave saving of her life she didn't know what was so special about her?. Actually Jewel thinks she is quite ugly but who knows what she is now to him, her lobes pinned forth as she heard a peircing scream of names her name was one of them. She gasped with fright but cooled herself down soon enough.

Her gait was a fast moving trot towards the group as they came into view of her chesnut optics, a smile increased on her kissers as she saw Black Champagne. When she came to a halt she stood beside the other mares, she didn't know them either but they looked nice. Jewel was nervous for the first time in her life she didn't really know why, her grey mane dangled low on her grey crest as she stood and her long forelock fell into her optics. Hello. Was all she could think of she was stuck for words, but at least she had the strength to say it.

Sorry so short, no muse.

[souls t a r`]

A misty downpour of rain came down upon The Forgotten Valley lightly; gently showering the lifeforms that inhabited the earth below the heavens. One creature, a mare, trotted along in the rain. Her ivory pelt soaked from the falling droplets and stained with some dirt. Sasorra shook her concave skull, ridding herself of the nuisance that was her locks. Releasing a small draft of carbon from her lungs she peered about at the territory. She hoped she had followed Black Champagne's directions correctly, otherwise she might be lost. But this seemed like the right place. Flicking her risen, ashen tail aside over her hip Sasorra turned her head this way and that. Where was Black Champagne? Sasorra flared her salmon painted nostrils.

Weaving off to her left the damsel captured the sound of Black Champagne's voice. The quick push of the breeze swiftly took hold of the stallion's words and pulled them away off to a place unknown. Maneuvering her ligaments expertly she shifted her route in the direction of Black's call.

Apparently she was about to meet the rest of her herd-mates. Her organ beat faster at the thought. She had a home now, a place within Black's herd where she belonged and was wanted. The mare was unsure if she was up to having any offspring yet this upcoming season. Perhaps next year when she was comfortably fitted into The Forgotten Valley. That would suit her fine. So finally coming within visual of Black and four other mares Sasorra traced a welcomed smile onto her velvety lips. "Hello." She inquired eagerly to the group as she came to a halt beside the dapple gray femme. Sasorra looked upon Black cheerfully. "Good evening, milord." Lowering her tiara in a light gesture she then allowed her gaze to travel across the other vixen's. They were all beautiful, like her.

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE``
We poppin' champagne like we won the championship game..

THE black brute was alone for a long while before there was even signs of movements; his baratones had seemed to stop all sounds and life around him. The birds no longer chirped and the crickets didn't cheep, it was just himself alone for some time before his slender audits could pick up the faint sound of heavy hoofbeats. Tender and aching muscles bunched slightly and crania turned to look at the sight, only to be relieved of the sudden urge to protect his homeland when dear Isis had come into the view of his teal opticals.

[/color] [/size]"Hullo, Black." Was all she murmured and instinctively he lowered his head and stuck out his nose to gently bump her shoulder and give upon a loving nip to her elbows. "Hello my beautiful. How are you doing on this fine fall afternoon?"

WITHOUT given time another set of hoofbeats came into earshot and he once again turned his auditories towards the sound, hind legs moving swiftly to turn his body around to bump the gypsy's before he spoke again, "Ah, my beautiful Ava, this is Isis, the Valley's second in command. Isis, this is Ava, your queen," he didn't think he could get any more plain the introductions but a smile came across his facade as he rose his shiners to their curious gazes, teals turning towards a silhouetted, no two silhouetted figures upon the horizon, a frown crossing his face and his hind legs cocking slightly before dear Cassiopeia and Jewel had come into sight. "My faithful spies, Cassiopeia and Jewel. Oh, and the newest addition Sasorra! You've made it! Onto why I gathered you here today, as you know this is the fall and you all are into heat. I, Black Champagne are asking permission from you, Isis, you Ava, and both Cassiopeia and Jewel. Sasorra, you shall wait until next breeding season, am I clear?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[`* isis]

:: isis ,,

More mares arrived quickly after herself, murmuring their greetings to Black and taking their places beside his form. She wondered idly where her rightful position was; according to Black's words, she was the herd Second? Second in command, most likely. She whistled a snort softly, grateful that he would allot her such a prestigious position as a relative newcomer. Black's muzzle bumped gently against her shoulder, and she smiled.

"Greetings, miss. I am Ava.. Who might you be?" The newest mare to arrive asked, donning a welcoming smile. Isis answered her smile, but, before she could voice her title, Black spoke: "Ah, my beautiful Ava, this is Isis, the Valley's second in command. Isis, this is Ava, your queen." So this was the queen of Forgotten Valley, a fitting appearance for such a regal title.

"Oh, forgive me, Queen Ava. I forget with whom I am speaking," She said in a hurried, apologetic voice. She lowered her cranium, bending her knees in a deep bow, before she straightened her stance. She smiled ruefully at Ava; she had been rather rude, forgetting to bow to the queen of Forgotten Valley, of all the idiotic things she'd done! "I am Isis, as Black said. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," She said in a smaller, slightly less ashamed voice.

Three more mares came in close succession to each other, the first, a statuesque grey femme merely halted at the edhe of the group, saying nothing, though the second, whom Isis recognized as a fellow Gypsy Vanner fae, spoke a polite, "Hello," as did the third, a white pixie. Isis smiled warmly at all of them, addressing the other Gypsy Vanner mare first with a gentle, welcoming nudge. . "Hullo, my fellow Gypsy. I am Isis. If you don't mind my asking, who might you be?" She smiled for a moment long, before turning her attention to the grey mare, the last to arrive.

"Hello," She said in a pleasant voice, taking a step forward to speak to both grey faes., "I'm Isis. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" Black's voice distracted her from the important business of meeting her fellow herd mates. Her smiled faltered, and long harks flickered towards Black's frame, cranium following suit to face her king.

"My faithful spies, Cassiopeia and Jewel. Oh, and the newest addition Sasorra! You've made it! Onto why I gathered you here today, as you know this is the fall and you all are into heat. I, Black Champagne are asking permission from you, Isis, you Ava, and both Cassiopeia and Jewel. Sasorra, you shall wait until next breeding season, am I clear?" Black's words didn't register in Isis's mind for a moment. But when they did, her mind was thrown into a frenzy, different thoughts pulling her attention every which way. Was she suitable to be a mother? She could hardly even imagine having a foal. Her first thought was of Nevaeh. If she couldn't even help her, how could she take care of her own rascal?

But something inside her glowed at the thought of a foal, her very own baby to care for. Her onyx eyes lit up every so slightly, and she found herself breathing a very faint, "Yes."

"Er, yes," She said, a little louder this time, smiling and exhaling a long breath. [

ooc; complete! o.O iss very long. >P