Toniiiiiight, We Are Young! (open)

[nala]

Pilate.

Pilate's stomach was growing by the hour as he selfishly gorged himself on the apples of Rivatha. His mother had told him of this place when he was a colt. Now at the age of travel and experience, he couldn't help but find himself laying beneath one of the shady trees with the sweetness of summer dripping from his mouth.

The thick, black colored stallion wasn't completely soft in the head. He was listening to his surroundings and keeping a wary eye open for any passing equines, male and female alike. He was always open for a meeting with either gender. If he was to advance in this life he knew relationships were the key. Caiaphas' name didn't do him much good south of the free lands, nor did he really want it to. Pilate was his own man, constantly trying to prove himself worthy of a name that wasn't linked to his fathers. "God, these apples are amazing." His eyes drooped with a lazy expression. The food churning in his stomach was making him sleepy and the summer warmth wasn't doing him any favors either.

ooc: he's so immature. xD Caiaphas would have a heart-attack! xD

[lunarbeam]

The young mare trotted playfully into the trees the birds scattering from her large hooves. Her black main and tail blew out behind her and her coat shined with health and proper grooming on her part.She bucked out happily and landed before jumping up and clamping her perfect maw around the sweet fruit.Her white was like snow that dances along her beautiful young frame as if she were setting fire to the cold.She let out a sound of pure happiness not really noticing the stud standing and enjoying the apples and warm weather as well. Her eyes shined and her feet would leave the ground in a strong high jump and she would come down again as soft as one could.She was a beautiful dancer in the sun as she moved and swayed through the trees.The green was bright on her dark pelt though she seemed like she could set fire to the trees that grabbed for the strong mare.

As she slowed she finally noticed the stud and her audits raised.She stopped to look at the handsome stud and a smile replaced the confused look on her face.She tucked her head and walked softly over to him as he seemed to mumble something to himself.She walked slow almost sideways allowing him to see she was not there to be mean only to talk.Her large doe eyes caught his and she stopped only far enough that he could see her muscled body for a young mare."Hello my name is Luna whats yours".The words danced from her lips like a beautiful song as the birds seemed to gather around the two young horses who had just met. She wondered if the stud would chase her away or allow her to join him in a nice warm day. It was about time the mare had found a possible stud to hook herself to and though they were young and she just seemed to stumble onto the stud he was handsome and she found she interested in what he would do.

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The small stallion picked his way through the lands. Lush grass tickled his legs and his muzzle as he walked with a low-hanging head. Cheiron stopped, his body shaking violently as a sneeze rocketed from his nostrils. The sudden and loud noise hushed the world around him. His muscled tensed, his breath drawn up in anticipation. He swiveled his ears constantly as he strained to watch for danger with his freckle-marked eyes. Then, slowly, the earth lived once more. The birds rejoiced and brought back the noise he had grown to love and be comforted by. Cheiron relaxed. His breathing returned to normal and his muscles glided smoothly and comfortably under his snow coloured coat.

Now that he was easy with the world again, Cheiron arched his delicate neck and danced on his slender legs with the pent-up energy of a young colt. He was a tiny stallion, for he barely reached fifteen hands high. His head was refined and the structures of his bone flowed easily into one another, saving him from a choppy, block-headed fate. His neck looked long and elegant, beautifully extending from his long-backed boy. His chest was large and deep, but not so much that he looked heavy on the front end, and his barrel was thick and stretched for miles, but it was still small looking compared to most others. Perhaps the only true faults with his confirmation were the short leg and the slight downward slop his skeletal structure formed. Besides those, he was heavenly made and could move smoothly and quickly for extended periods of time.

The white stallion had chestnut freckles around his eyes and on the tops of his ears. A small triangular patch of chestnut also was splattered on the first quarter of his neck from his head. Although, perhaps the most striking of all was the chestnut that crept it's way up his left hind leg. Cheiron knew his bright coat could bring unwanted attention, and he generally kept to the shadows when he could.

Thirst gripped his throat with dry fingers, irritating his esophagus. He knew there was a river nearby, and he let the sound of the flowing water fill his senses. Cheiron made his way carefully to the source. He stopped abruptly when he realised he was not alone. His eyes focused on another stallion, a large, heavy, strong looking horse who looked as young and carefree as a colt. Happiness ebbed off the stranger as he drank, slurping the refreshing liquid eagerly and greedily. Cheiron calculated his options. He could either ask to join the kind looking stallion o he could move to another part of the river. He stod there and weight the pros and cons for a few seconds. Then, Cheiron nodded resolutely and he began to take a step forwards.

The entrance of a mare made him shy away, taking several steps back and half-rearing from being startled. Her energy seemed plentiful and never-ending as she bounded around. At first she paid the stallion no heed, and then she noticed him. She had no respect of privacy for the fellow equine. She just walked right up to him and asked his name while giving hers. He strained to catch it. Luna. Pretty name. He stood for a little while longer, before taking a few, hesitant steps forwards. "Hello," he called to them. "I'm Cheiron. Would it be okay if I joined the two of you? I'm parched." Cheiron had nearly forgotten his thirst in the mystery of the two equines, but now that he mentioned it his throat began to burn with dryness. However, being patient and polite as always, he stood poised about ten feet away, waiting for an answer.

[nala]

Pilate.

Formally laying on the ground, Pilate leaped to his feet at the sound of a bounding stranger growing closer. The equine had either an unending abundance of energy or very little respect for the things around her. Pilate shook his neck, rustling off the grass that clung to it. What the hell? He barked at her, his voice booming with an intensity that it didn't care enough to give.

He smiled as she stopped in front of him. Hello my name is Luna whats yours? He mocked her with a lighthearted step as he circled her. After one revolution he'd seen enough. The smile had not left his maw as he parted his lips to speak once more. Playful aren't we? Pilate aimed a light nip at her cheek before stepping away from her grasps. Most mare's didn't dare nip back at him, but he wasn't going to take any chances with this stranger.

As he relocated his footing his nose took in the smell of yet another stranger. This one was male and quickly Pilate began searching the area for the stallions body. The small voice that accompanied the white coat made Pilate laugh aloud. Sure you can! He called out, still giggling slightly as he looked over to the calm mannered stallion keeping in mind that his exact opposite was embodied in the mare just to their side. I'm Pilate, and although I'd like it to be, this isn't my land to be giving orders on. He aimed the statement towards the refreshingly mannered stallion. Only after he'd spoken did he return his gaze to Luna.

ooc: bleck. sorry about the wait.