».Degataga .Standing Together.

[wolf2]

».Alo
1,2,3 Like a bird I sing...

». His pelt was stained by dried blood near his flank. A gash-like wound was present at the begging of the dried trail. This wound had come from a red man's spear. A small amount of poison had entered the wound, just enough to make the young stallion feel sick and weakened. He carried his head low, and his gait was slowed. Pain was visible within his icy pools. It showed even though he tried to conceal it. He had no idea where he was, but this didn't bother him. He was away from the war, the screams of his people, and the enemy red man who thought he would lay claim to this stallion. No. He would never be another humans hunting, fighting, and riding companion. He would not betray Ahote. He would never fall into another tribe's hands. Never. For the Hopi tribe he had lived in, would be the only tribe he would live in. Now he would be free, just as Ahote wished in his last words,"Alo...Cocheta has come. Be free..." The words translated to be, " Alo, That you cannot imagine has com. Be free..." Ahote was gone, but not from Alo's mind. He would never leave from there.

». Alo's painted circle looked around, but found nothing. He felt to weak to go on. The poison from the arrow's tip made him dizzy and weak. What would happen to him? In this weak stage? What would the lead, if any, do? All he wanted was time to rest, and time for the poison to leave his body. That was all. If they would at least let that happen, Alo would be happy. He scanned once more, and far off in the distance... his glass eagle-eyes saw a tint of green. An oasis. Slowly and calmly he went forward. Soon he was there. He drank from the small, but cool waters. Taking in every trickle of water he could. Then he walked over to a small shaded area to rest. He stood, for fear that if he went down... he wouldn't be able to get up. He felt his icy pools dropping. No, he couldn't sleep just yet... it was... just... sunset.

». Alo awoke to a clear day. He scolded himself for falling asleep. What if someone had come along! He would have been easy prey. Soon, he realized that the deed was done... and he couldn't change it. It wasn't safe for him to leave this small oasis. So, what should he do? Call the lead? He didn't want them thinking he was a pest. But that may cause trouble... and the last thing Alo needed was a fight. For his heart would pump faster. pumping the toxic poison faster. He had to do something. He lifted his maw to the sky, letting out a cry. This way all who may be near would know he was around.

». The painted circle scanned the area... no one in his sight. His radars didn't pick up any sound. He must be alone. This didn't bother Alo at all. He walked over to the pool and took a long drink. Water would do him good. Then he looked into the fall sky, toward Ahote's new home. Then he walked back to his resting place. Careful to place his rear against a small tree. This way no one could attack him from behind. Alo was young... but he wasn't a push over. There the stallion dozed on and off. Tried from traveling, and weak from the toxic poison.

».Alo
Cause you've givin me
the most beautiful set of wings

[ponymad]

x|x Elona x|x
I walk this lonely road...

The iron grey mares audits pitched forewards as a stallions cry hit the air. Normally she would of just shrugged and walked away, this was different though. Something in that call sent out a message, a message of help. Adrenaline pumping, she cantered quickly over to the stag. x|x

She looked quizically at the blue painted circle around one of the hellions orbs. This must mean, this must mean that he was once owned by a red man. For she had lived near a camp once. Not long, but long enough to learn of there ways. Snorting roughly, her orbs darted to the wound on the stags rump. He looked weak and in need of help. x|x

x|x Is there anything I can do to help? x|x

Letting her grey stilts carrying her forth a few steps more. She sighed, this stag would know that she was trying to help wouldn't he? She had been wondering the lands, in search of a home. She had met the lead Akkan here. So he hoped she would be welcomed again. For she wanted to live her, to florish here. x|x

[cherry]

EBONY;
you had your chance open arms reject assuming hands

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She watched from afar, her lobes erect high in interest as she watched the stallion obviously in pain straddle from side to side towards the water and back to the shade. She puzzled her, and the reason for such behaviour escaped her but she figured the two legs must have harmed him in some way. Her mother told her a story of coming in contact with them, and one of her fellow herd members didn’t make it. It was a frightening thought but no matter how hard Ebony tried to deny it – in all truth she had a heart and watching the stallion waddle around aimlessly in obviously pain, as he wailed aloud to prove that, she sighed in discomfort and rolled her eyes, quickening her pace towards him as soon as another mare pulled up beside him.

What was this, such a crowd gathered for her this morning? It was a very rare sight and she was going to soak up every advantage to this.

Advancing on the two, she stood equally apart from the equine and looked down at the pitiful sight of the un well stallion. The mare seemed to offer her help, but Ebony was the lead she should take the opportunity to help. She studied the wound as she remained silent, as both horses remained as well. It didn’t look like healthy flesh and it was an easy guess he was poisoned, it often went an unflattering colour after being bitten by a snake, that’s what she assumed happened.

She clenched her jaws tightly together and threw her gaze towards the mare, she kept her features to herself for future reference and decided to postpone the questioning until the stallion either died there or accepted the help. Looking back at the nameless male horse, she motioned towards his scar. “What happened?” Was how she simply put it, she wasn’t one for words and would make rather listen then to speak and explain things. So far, it had been wise of her because it saves her a lot of hassle.

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[wolf2]

».Alo
1,2,3 Like a bird I sing...

». The dozing stallion was awoke by vocals directed to him. He could hear the care in her tone... but could she be Zonta. He felt he could trust her, and he would unless she broke that trust. His icy blues found themselves in her eyes, and for one he didn't know what to say. There was nothing that could help him, except a friend, or in native terms a texas.

»." If you would stay and be a texas to me... that would be all I need."

». The stallion spoke English well. His father had taught him. Just as his mother taught him Indian. He knew may native terms, for his bloodline could be found in many tribes. His grand-father had come from a Cherokee tribe. Tomahawk had lived in the lands of NSE for a while, before going home with Alo's cousin Desperado. So Alo new a small amount about this land, but it was only about the mountains.

». Alo's painted circle gazed at a figure in the distance, another equine? The mare before him had said nothing of a lead postion... would this equine be the lead? Deep, deep down Alo was a little nervous, but he wouldn't make it know. He looked to the unknown mare before him, then back to the figure. Soon that mare was standing near him. He could almost feel her eyes burning into his wound. The question that came next brought back the horrible day. Should he tell? It would be the better thing. After all she had asked... and it would be rude no to give her an answer. He took in a deep sigh and began his tell.

»."I was the war pony of a great warrior to the Hopi people. You see, most of the red man in the area were altsoba, and a great war it was. My people found themselves at the wrong end of an akando. Woman and children screaming in fear, the men of the tribe gathered the war ponies. My companion, Ahote, jumped on my back... and we were off. We put up a great fight... but cocheta happened. A arrow found its way into Ahote. My friend spoke his last words... and now he's lost. I stood over him for a moment, that's when I felt the blood. A spear had been put across me... the tip covered with a mild poison. I traveled until I could go no further. I came to this oasis near sunset."

». He looked down at the sandy earth. His glass pools became gray, and dull. But then they lit back up... for he knew Ahote would always be with him. He looked each mare in the eye. Then looked toward the sky, speaking.

»."I will be fine. The toxins just need to be cleaned out of my body... so I will be stronger. More useful to others, but for now... I am of no good. Company would be nice... but if you have other things to do, I understand. I just need to ask the lead, if this is a home to a clan, for time to rest. If they wish me gone... I'll go."

». The stallion spoke in a deep native, but cowboy like tone. He had gotten many traits from his father. Such as his friesian build and power. But he'd gotten wisdom, and his glass eyes from his mother.

».Alo
Cause you've givin me
the most beautiful set of wings

[cherry]

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