It's High Time

[Racechick]

Ten High

Ebony cow trotted into the valley, thickly feathered hooves damp from the dew. Onyx orbs where focused straight ahead, mostly because he couldn't see much. A dense fog had engulfed the valley, making it prettier then it normally was. Dead trees drooped to the browned grasses, making this place hard to find shelter and food. Ten High trotted forward, stopping when he came to a murky brook. Dropping his neatly shaped crania, his velveteens touched the pool of dark water. He drank a little, letting crystals of water free fall off his muzzle. Twisting his boa, the brute looked around the empty land, trying to find either a way out or someone entering.

Ten High chuckled a bit, he only want to find another horse so that he could touch them. If he came in contact with any living thing, they would go blind. 2 seconds, and he could cause so much trouble. Charcoal stag stood still, harks swiveling as he waited for his next victim.

[darrowby]

El Diablo Blanco

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Ivory brute glided over the dark, desolate land, his hooves making little to no noise as they hit the dead earth in an even two beat gait. What a lovely place it was, the dense fog meant that this stag blended in well, at first glance he would look like a ghost, but he was really flesh and blood. Icy pools scanned their surroundings, the stench of another beast, mixed with water filled the milky stag's lungs, a glint of mischief entered his glassy orbs and the stallion marched towards the beast in the distance...

"Greetings..." a deep rumble escaped the ivory brute's chops, as he slowed to halt several meters from the large onyx stag. Blue optics loked the dark brute up and down, "So... friend, or foe?" The stag rumbled, striking the ground with a foreleg, demanding an answer...

[Racechick]

Ten High

The soft pitter patter of delicate hooves beat in his ebony auds, the cow spinning around on his hocks. A cunning smirk covered his face, now was his time to use his power. Ten High hadn't blinded any horses in some time, it was high time to for fill that duty. Bulky obsidian male stood alert, soldiers proudly standing on the front lines as they awaited the sound of the other beast. Lungs pulled in a breath, slowly releasing the air and the rank musk of another brute. Soon the beholder of the stench showed himself, a small cow barely standing at 15 hands. A chuckle escaped his velveteens, this would be all too easy.

"Depends lad." The stallion replied, stepping to the right as he began to circle the pasty cow. As he struck a foreleg against the earth, Ten High ground his molars. "Aw it's the short man complex." Snickering lowly, holding back the urge to touch the milky steed's shoulder. Stopping before him, Ten High opened his kissers to speak. "Who are you?" He questioned, his tone a bit demanding but mostly uninterested.

[darrowby]

El Diablo Blanco

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The land was silent until the obsidian brute spoke, causing a smirk to curl on Diablo's features. Icy optics stared into the large brute's cloudy ones... "Hmm, interesting..." A chuckle rumbled in the milky stallion's chest, this could be fun. A stale breeze rolled over the land, Diablo flattened his harks for a moment after the large brute's insult. Choose your next words carefully brute... The ivory stallion thought to himself, and was pleased with the obsidian stag's question, "Why do you wanna know?" Diablo's glassy orbs danced with mischief...

Milky whipcords flicked at the stallion's barrel, white soldiers stood alert, Diablo's frame began to quiver, how he longed to absorb this black stallion's unique power, even though he did not actually know this beast's gift, he could tell it was quite a special one. The ivory stallion resisted the urge, he wanted to know who this brute was, as he too was in these beautiful, cursed lands, so maybe they have something in common?

Milky brute sighed, "If you must know who I am, then tell me who you are in return..." Diablo enjoyed trades, and today he was feeling very 'tradey'....