||Something Powerful||

[♦ plague]

Lost and wondering alone...

An oddly marked filly trotted through the land which she had no idea of what it’s calling was…
Only at 3 years old Kwotone was one hell of a fighter and would not let anyone bully her like the other fillies and colts her former herd did. And no dark stallion would take her down easily or alive… Although Kwotone was smaller than the normal she was build strong and a bit thickish in the legs which gave her an awesome kicked and trampling power.
Kwotone came to a nice looking plot on grass that made her maw water… Kwotone halted and lowered her thick muti-colored head and began to graze on the rich grass… all the while her wide eyes kept a outlook for any thing…

This could be a bad idea...

[Sohalia]

I move into the land as my lanterns scans my surroundings as I move along at a fast trot. But the earth around my showed no signs of living things. My talons cracked the dead leafs and twigs as they sounded like a mini thunderstorm under me, as I made my way along the path. I let out soft snorts as I cleared my air ways.

I seen something moving in the distance. I wanted to see what it was. I slowed my pace as I notice the outline made a figure of a horse. I let my lanterns study the mare. Her pelt had a odd pattern, she was a painted horse. Her pattern was one of a kind, her icy blue eyes seem to be full of fire and life. She was thick, she looked like the one that could hold her own ground. But I didn't want to be no threat toward this painted minx.

I come to a halt as I gave her some space. I let my words fill the world around me as I began to speak. Hello there, I'm Noel. May I know your title? I must say you are the first painted blood I have seen. Indeed his words was true. She was the first he seen with this pattern. He also found it to his liking.

I stood in silents while I let my sentinels flickers while I listening to the birds that chirped in the trees above me. My eardrums awaiting her voice as I stood studying her pattern with a softness with my cerebrum cocked to its side some what.

[Patch]

Arian galloped up and stopped abruptly to the edge of the clearing where the waterfall was. Something or someone had caught his onyx optics. Ah. It was a mare there, and a suitor with her too. That chestnut stallion was talking to her.
It was no wonder she had a suitor; that mare had a flawless skewbald pinto coat. Hmm, interesting. He waited for the stallion to finish speaking.
And then nickered to announce his presence. He trotted up to them carefully.
Hello there. I am Arian, kaiser of Lilac Woods. Might I know your callings?
Those onyx pools scrutinzed them both quietly. Quietly, without any trace of harshness in them.

[♦ plague]

Someone approaches...
Kwotone’s ears heard the sound of fore coming beats on the ground she mawed upon. She lifted her well built head and her ice covered eyes seen the chestnut equine heading right towards her.
Kwotone flattened her chestnut ears and eyed the unknown equine. He slowed down then halted giving her a respectable space between them…
Kwotone listened but kind of pawed the ground a little but hard leaving scrap marks between the grass and the dirt under it. Kwotone found his name, Noel. Then he asked for her name… she didn’t answer yet. Then he told her that he had never seen a painted equine… did he have a problem with that?!
“My name is Kwotone… It is pronounces Cu-tone… and do you have a problem with me being of different coated?!”
Kwotone’s voice was a bit demanding but not yet a threat… She did not know what to expect from this stallion…. Then Kwotone’s ear heard another pounding on the hard ground ahead of her another equine was coming near her and this new stallion whom had struck up a conversation.
A white stallion approached the two equines standing still then he halted a bit away from the side of the first male equine and he, of course, asked the same thing the first one asked… and kwotone’s second reply was :
“Ask Him… he will tell you. Kwotone flung her head towards the first equine “I do not repeat myself in less than ten seconds. ”
Kwotone Eyed the two equines before her… her chestnut tail flicked and her muscles crawled a bit with irritation..
then another will this lead to a fight?...

[Sohalia]

I heard another brute coming forth to talk to this painted minx. Indeed I wasn't like most brutes and didn't have a problem with other stallions. I heard his title as he spoke toward the both of us. Arian. I let my words spoke toward him in a friendly tone. I'm Noel, Arian. Its nice to meet you.

Then my lanterns turns toward the painted minx. My eardrums had caught the words that she had spoke toward me. I let out a smirk as I thought to myself. What do we have here? I mare wanting to be cocky? Shall we now. I let out a slight snort toward her as I began to speak in a mocking tone. Well Cu-tone, if I shall have a problem with you. You will be the first to know. But I must know. Wheres your manners at dear? Shouldn't a pretty thing like you have manners? I let out a smirk was I knew that would blow her up.

That was one thing I didn't know was let mares walk over me. I never have and never will. If a mare wanted to be like that. I didn't see the point in wasting my time. I smirked as I turn toward Arian as I began to speak toward him. Its Cu-tone as you can tell.

He knew what the mares name was. He was just doing it to piss her off more. When she started to play nice, he shall do the same. But till then, he could do this all day.

[Patch]

Ah, so the mare had fire. That was nice, very nice. What wasn't so nice was that Noel mocked her for it. Oh well, she'd get back on that somehow.
Arian absolutely wouldn't have a problem of her being paint coat. Actually, he had to admit to himself he liked it. And the firey spirit that lived behind it.
Nice to meet you. he said.
His banner swished with the wind. The frogs were peeping a thousand shrill wherever the ground was low and wet, but Arian ignored them. They, those brown-ish green little critters, had no significance to him.
The gray brute watched that paint mare paw the ground leaving scratches on it. He could tell by that that she was cautious.