|A Type of Gambit|Open|

[.The.Neon.Shadow.]

^{What a southern gentleman...}

The stallion approached the large field curiously. The earth was a little bit soggy where he stood, but he had decided the marshy area would be least populated and the best place to observe before charging in. There was scents of horses, both mare and stallion traveling along the wind, some fresher than others, but hope was in this land.

He shook his delicate head, black tendrils flashing against white and auburn. Lars flared his nostrils, sucking in the smells. His feet were getting muddy and it was beginning to wear on his Arabian vanity. He decided to move further into the area and onto more solid ground before he dirtied himself further. A roll in the dust was one thing, mud around the hocks was another.

His neck rounded out as his head tucked into his chest, moving into a steady two-beat. His black banner rose as he hit stronger turf and shifted into third. He was a blazing fire across the land, an image of his breed to behold. He was not the tallest among stallions, standing at only fifteen hands by human measurements, but he held himself to high standards nevertheless. Breaking his collection, he tossed his head with joy, releasing a playful buck. What a happy place.

[Kate]

Squelching, soft, squishy ground beneath her feet made for fun games, namely jumping up and down and listening to the noises that they made. Buttercup seemed to have managed to escape from her adoptive mother twenty or so minutes ago and was enjoying time on her own. No doubt Mneme would find her eventually, and she’d perhaps receive a scolding for leaving. Stallions would squish her or something. She didn’t believe it much herself, time having made her forget how scared she’d been the first time she’d been told to be wary over trusting stallions. It was even longer since she’d seen Beaucoup and longer still since she’d caught sight of her mother.
Venturing further and further from where she felt the serious, ever-scolding chestnut mare was and she bumped right into another chestnut creature. This one however was a little awe-inspiring and much closer to her own breed. An exact match as it were, though there was a little dirtying somewhere for Buttercup to be palomino. She stood watching, partially hidden in the grasses as her fluff of a tail happily shook and tried to warn off the flies a little. She gave a slight snort, indecisive as to whether she should go find Mneme and hope she wasn’t too mad or investigate the mystery stallion a little more.

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[llcoyote]

Mneme

[glow=beige,2,300]Try to remember me...[/glow]

A stallion? She'd awoke to the smell of a stallion. Only to find Buttercup was gone. The mare had reared up and whinnied loudly, her titan legs kicking against the sky. She'd tore the the meadow after the filly when she had smelled him, a stallion. Finally! After weeks in this place she smelled the sent of a stallion. Her powerful hind quarters pushed her through the thick grass, nickering lowly for the filly. Of course! She'd finally found a stallion and the child was no where to be found. Buttercup had grown to ignore her scolding for the most part and it worried her. It was one thing if she didn't worry for the simple sake of having the knowledge to discern as she did. No, instead she'd grown bold without reason. Brave without cooth. Of course, Mneme herself had never known fear. She'd wondered around her whole life without an inkling of carefulness or a shred of self doubt. Still Buttercup was small, and loosing another foal was not going to happen... not to her.

The mare stopped short, head high and proud. A gleaming bay stopped her in her tracks. The stallion. There was no doubt about it in her mind. Temporarily distracted Mneme held her head high, trotting with a compelling pace toward him. The russet mare truly was a sight. A delicate face and muzzle, well defined ears. A large uneven blaze broke through the tawny fur of her face and her mane and tail were long and flowing behind her, tail bone raised high in the air as she approached him. Confidence was written all over her face. Mneme wasn't a mare to play around. She already had a fairly well established disdain for stallions in general because of Jonjin, the stud she'd had her first foal with. Such petty leadership. Mneme wasn't a hard mare to take care of, but it would have served him well to use what little brain he'd been bred with! Still, she needed a stallion if she ever hoped to regain order in her life. She needed things to start going more of her way now, and was quite tired of the horses around her not fitting the mold. Her honey eyes searched him for any sort of threat. The steed was strong, but not so large she couldn't hurt him badly enough to back off if need be. She may not win the fight, but he'd walk away with more than a few nasty bites. The mare had no intention of any of it ever turning violent though. As long as he didn't try to play games with her. When she finally stopped trotting, she was less than four strides from him. " Hello there stallion, I've not seen nor smelled you here before. Who are you?" She said softly, albeit a bit blunt but oh well. It was at least a break from the rude, pushy mare that she normally was.

[glow=beige,2,300]I'll always remember you.[/glow]