.:By Chance:. [tagged- Poly/Open]

[riley]

Heavy hooves carried the Painted Draft across the low hills of Sunfall. The grasses mixed with his feathered ankles and gave the appearance that we was a part of the foliage. The black and white mane was long and blowing in the slight breeze and shimmered off his coat. The entirely of it gave him a surreal appearance.

He paused on the crest of one of the hills, looking down upon his newly claimed home. The only problem was, he was lonely. There were no mares of foals to keep the stallion happy and he longed for some company. He sighed heavily and began to relax as he saw that all was well. But as he began to drift off into sleep, he saw a figure some ways off.

He raised his head and rose on his hind legs, running towards the other horse. but what he came upon was not a stallion, it was a mare, and a rather pretty one at that. He slowed his pace drastically and softened his generally disposition. "Hello there."

[/i] he said to the mare. "My name is Miloh. Are you lost?"[/i][/blockquote]

[Dawning Hope]

Dawn wandered around the seemingly deserted hills, checking out what the land of Night Sky had to offer. She saw long, greenish-yellowy grass in some places, as if the land hadn’t been rained on in months. She tried to take in the vast amount of land that lay before her. The sounds of the field were soothing. It was serene, the whole thing, from the animals skittering around in the chest height grass, to her mane flowing in the wind; the whole scene was picturesque.

Dawn daintily trotted around the field, slowly working her way up the hill, tail flowing in the breeze. It wasn’t a steep hill, but it brought her high enough to see over some of the surrounding trees in the area. She couldn’t see much of anything except just more rolling hills and more trees. She longed for company, and she decided to get out some of her stress. Her whole family had been bred for speed, it was in the Arabian blood, they were creatures from a whole different part of the world, where it rarely rained, and the horses had to live in extremely harsh conditions.

She calmly trotted towards one end of the field and ran as fast as she could to the top of the field; she loved the rush of the wind through her entire body. Her coat ruffled in the wind, as she neared the top of the largest hill in the entire field. Dawn looked off into the distance and saw a Gypsy Vanner coming across the field towards her. She wasn’t sure about who he was or what his social status was here, but she had already decided she didn’t care about her social standing in this land at the moment. Maybe she’d care sometime in the future, but not right now.

The stallion neared her, and when he was finished, she added “No, I wasn’t exactly lost, but I didn’t know exactly where I was, if you know what I mean. But thank you for asking.”

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