Ammit

The black female cantered into the prarie. She let out a whinny calling for Conan, but alas he was not here. Again. For days she had been coming here, calling to her master, her friend. But never had he answered her calls. Her pretty black body shimmered under the bright sun but she knew that night would be falling soon. The wolves would be out and she would be in trouble. She turned and her scar was revealed but it had long since healed. Thank god. It had been more painful then anything in her life. Now if only she could find her Conan. Her only friend left.

Cutthroat and Papercut

The blood bay mother was standing alone for once but she was not worried. If Papercut needed her she would call for help.

Speak of the little fae. Papercut strode forth not fearing the older Ammit. SHe raised her small head high and said softly "I bet I can beat you in a race!" Indeed her legs were already long and the weanling wanted to test how fast she could go against another horse. One older then her for she found no foals her age. They were all to small and young. She pawed the earth beneath her with fornt daggers meant for killer blows and said in the same soft voice "Or are you scared?" She was really daring here. She wanted this mare angry. Maybe it would make her run faster.

Avi

He spotted the mares and the little filly, trotting up just in time to hear the little one's comment. I'm sure you are quite fast, youngling. You'll be like the wind when you get older, by my reck. Like my little nephew, Kiran. Once he gets your size I'm sure he'd like to meet you and race with you.

Ammit

She smiled at the filly and although her heated comments did put a spark in ammit's pretty eyes she did not say a word. When the filly finally silenced herself she said softly "Alright little one, you dare challenge the champion." She turned to Avi and smiled "Do you wish to run as well?" The small filly would not be much competition but to go against a horse that was, not that would be fun.

Amathaunta

"Careful Ammit you might hurt yourself." The words were said sarcastically as the silver blue roan came forth. She nipped hard at Ammit's flank and looked to the filly with dark orbs. "Young one although you think your fast, you cant beat us. Challenge someone your own age and maybe then you can race." She turned to Ammit and said "You however. You can run. You still cant beat me Ammit and you know it." In truth Amathaunta had never raced Ammit. She knew of the mares fast pace but Amathaunta knew how to bring Ammit up short as well. All it took was a swift kick and Ammit was finished.

Ammit

Her ears pinned back and she struck out at Amathaunta as the mare bit into her rump. "Stupid whench I can beat you and you know it" She struck out at Amathaunta once more then turned to Avi "First one down to the log, around it, and back wins." She stood next to Avi waiting for him to say he was running. If he didn't then she would race Ama, she knew the mare would race. She couldnt stand to be beaten at her own game.

Amathaunta

Eyes narrowed as the female struck out at her. "GO!" She screamed as she took of like a bullet. She had a head start over Ammit as she speeded away from the group. She knew the taller female couldnt pass up a chance to win. Amathaunta however was not going to let that happen. She kept up her swift pace as she ran harder and harder over the terrain.

Avi

He was frowning mentally, though it did not show on his face. He watched as the other femme raced away, wondering what it was this mare had against Ammit. Shaking his head, he watched her go.

Ammit

She snorted and reared then charged after the other fae, her strides longer and more frim then Amathaunta's for the black egyptian arabian was taller then the blue roan. She roared up next to Amathaunta and tried harder and harder to pass the blue fatale....

Conan

The freckle-faced teen came into the field at a steady trot, his sneakers making small swishing noises as he headed through the tall weeds. The shock of red hair fluttered in the breeze as he came to a sudden halt, brought to a standstill by the most beautiful sight this side of heaven: Ammit.

A true, genuine smile crossed his face for the first time in what seemed like forever, and he lifted his voice. Ammit!

Cosmic

the hunter had heard the steady beats of hooves while walking about searching and it brought him here. his crown lifted regal almost like but more humble really. his form stopped sturdy like a mustangs but with the gift of speek and agile grace of the arabian with the well shapped muscles of the quarter horse. his chestnut chassis gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight silver stocks up to his knees on his long leggs. But his banner and hock kisser were the blackest of black. He watched the race and watched the human enter. this one was alone no other horse no weapons visable but the brute snorted he didn't like them. He wasn't to far from him and he reared he wasn't going to hurt the human that wasn't him he just wanted to scar him away from the filly and mares.

Conan

He heard a great weight lift into the air and dodged deftly, rolling a few feet to come back to his feet. He had worked with horses all his life and had made many similar moves. Facing the horse, hands away from his sides and not looking him in the eye, he spoke softly, calmly, though a bit out of breath. There now, fella, was that nice? Done naught to ya and ya decide ta do summat like that? All's I want is my Ammit, if she'll come ta me, friend. Leave tha resta ya alone, by my word. Easy there, my buck. He knew the horse couldn't understand him, but he kept talking anyway, soft and calm, but never moving near the horse.