Lovesong (open)

[nala]

Beating drums were an understatement to the sound that came when Pilate felt like running, and that wasn't often. The lazy black brute would usually much rather eat something or play with someone. Today however, as autumn slowly crept deeper and deeper into the homeland, Pilate found himself shooting into unfamiliar territory in the south. He'd been to the plains briefly at one point in his young childhood, on his families one journey to the deserts, however that trek had left his memory just as many childhood haunts had.

Taking a sharp turn, Pilate thundered further and further past the border, no thought in his mind toward the faint sent of a possible king. His muscles rippled with youth as he tore into the ground. His nostrils flared taking in as much oxygen as he could hold. He felt free when he ran for he seldom ran without a consistent burst of energy.

His legs, extended to their fullest, began to slow themselves as he approached the center of vast sea of grasses. They dug into the dirt, trying to grip the ground they had just been trying to escape from. It took some time, but once he'd stopped, Pilate felt a light sweat begin to take over his worked body. His breath slowly quieted as he looked around, eyes flared with adrenaline. This place was cool, he thought to himself. Cool enough at least. There was one problem though, he didn't smell anyone. Curiosity overtook him and he began his search.

ooc: really though, he needs some more friends. GIRLS too. xD and if hat wants grumpy merlo to join that could be fun! xD crappy first post is crappy. Pilate's rather jumpy when try to post him.

[Hud]

Brigida hadn't been in the Plains for long.

The Northern soul had never dared go south of the Freelands until now. How she detested the heat... Her curly coat was hard-wired to recognize the coming of winter and was now fuller than ever. Little did it know of her journey south...

She grazed slowly today, careful not to miss the beauty of the land around her. It was only now, as the temperatures fell, that she could stand a visit to the plains, swamps, and deserts. As she chewed, she lifted her head to watch for danger. Her lithe legs took a few steps as she browsed beneath her. Feeling the earth rumble below her, she knew something was coming. Who? The King? A rogue? Another mare? Brigida couldn't help but expect that someone was coming after her.

Expelling a quiet squeal, Brigida reared a little and kicked up some dirt as she sprinted toward a nearby tree for cover. The mare's ears fell against her skull as her eyes widened. She rounded the tree to look around and see what had passed her. It was a stallion.

Who was it? His dark coat worried her... Could he possibly mean her harm? A rebel on the outside, Brigida reluctantly sported a young filly heart on the inside. The smallest thing could frighten her. This male was no exception. She tried to keep quiet as she watched him from afar. No sense in calling attention to herself...

[nala]

Thankfully for Pilate, his run paid off. It didn't take long for a warm body to appear over the horizon. Pilate let out a small shout of joy as he continued his approach, so excited he forgot to slow his pace as he moved closer and closer to the small mare. Hey there! His voice was playful, but loud and demanding nonetheless. Sometimes Pilate just couldn't control his youthful ways. Today was one of those days. Without fail the little mare scampered off towards a tree, her ears pinned back in warning. Pilate slowed to a prance trot, rounding back on his haunches and turning to view her behind her stick of shelter.

He didn't get a whole lot closer to her before he stopped all together. He was probably eighty yards off now, and his head cocked to the side in a look of puzzlement. His black hooves were planted to the ground so that he wouldn't move, and his eyes were equally fixed onto her. "What are you doing over there?" He called out softly, reaching his nose towards her in greeting. "I didn't mean nothing. Honest." He would have smiled, but something told him she wasn't looking anyway.

ooc: sooooo late. sooooo sorry. This could be cute though I believe.

[Hud]

Brigida wasn't sure what to make of the stallion... His behavior said he was perhaps a little immature, but his stature said differently. And his speed... The mare was, needless to say, rather perplexed. She wasn't sure how to respond to his admittedly grammatically-incorrect greeting. Brigida tossed her head to the side for a moment, her stray curls falling to the side of her face as she turned to face the stranger. He wouldn't be one for long.

"If you don't mean 'nothing', I should be scared..." Brigida toyed. She knew it was obnoxious to be so critical of language, but she simply wanted to gauge his reaction. Would he be mildly annoyed? Furious? Or maybe even acknowledge his mistake? It was a rare stallion who would take the word of a mare over his own brain. She took a step out from beneath the tree, the sun hitting her curled coat and cocoa eyes. The stallion's even darker coat made her hesistate... She wasn't sure why she had the aversion for black coats.

OOC: Myyyyy baaaaaad...