If you were a passing horse, that's what you would hear from the appaloosa mare. She had stumbled upon these lands, which, since they smelled like other horses, were probably claimed, and she had noticed a strange, round, leaf thing growing on the trees. Having no idea what they were, Deva had taken a bite from one on the ground and instantly fallen in love with it. Her spotted coat glimmered in the sun as she bent her head and ate the rest of her new found addiction. As she lifted her head, the juices dripped from her lips and she lapped it up as it formed on the ground. This was the BEST food she had EVER tasted! Of course, she still had no idea what these things were called, but hey, they were good, right?
Once the mysterious goody had dissapeared from sight, she sighed and looked around. The scent of a stallion hit her noses and instantly she got excited, as most mares do. She had been looking for a herd for quite awhile, and if she would be able to eat these things any time she felt like it, then this was most definately the herd for her. She gave out a shrill whinny and waited for someone to come.
Sakr looked behind a tree, there was a mare enjoying some apples in the apple grove. This mare is so unique, I never seen a horse with spots like that, Sakr thought to himself. He advanced forward closer to the mare.
"Hi, I’m Sakr, the stallion of these lands." He stood there swishing the flies of his body with his long tail. The stallion stood there, waiting for a reply.
Deva pricked her ears as two horses came into view. The first was a handsome, buckskin stallion. The second, a very pretty bay mare. The mare, Isabell, was the lead mare, it appeared, and Sakr was obviously the ruler of these lands, so Deva tried her best to act as well as possible, since she was in the presence of the two most important horses of the herd.
"Hello, I'm Deva. Um, I'm sorry if I'm intruding, I couldn't help myself really. These...uh...big..red things are delicious!" She smiled and nodded toward the trees with the strange objects growing on them. "But, that's beside the point. I was wondering if I could join your herd. Your lands are beautiful!"
Isabell turned to the site of a moonwashed virago walking towards them. She turned to face her, Welcome, I'm Isabell, this is Sakr and Deva. May I ask your name? She burred softly, not wanting to scare her.
Deva grinned and bobbed her head excitedly. Thank you so much! You have no idea how long I have been wanting to join a herd. As Sakr informed her of apples, she tilted her head once more and stared at them. Apples, huh? I've never heard of them, but they sure are good! When he asked her where she was from, she replyed happily, as if none of this phased her. My dad killed my mom a while back and banished me from the herd. So...here I am!
As another mare approached, Deva looked at her and nickered softly in greeting. The grey mare seemed slightly timid and she wanted to appear friendly.