Aydan

Aydan trottered over to the water. Lowering her head she began to drink from the bay. Her mane fell down to caress her neck and face. Once done she raised her head to look to see if Morbid had made it yet. "Would you care to tell me about your past,"she asked curious to know more about the stallion. Blue orbs attepted to look him in the eye as she waited. A smile caressing her lips while she waited for him to talk.

Morbid

He was right by her side, a little behind her but still there nonetheless. As she stopped to take a drink, Morbid kept watch, his eyes still remote and distanced, but not near as much as they had been before. Her question made him pause, and he felt his heart stuttering in his chest. What should he tell her? He was king in his previous home? He was an orphan? He had a band of mares in his native land, and a long lost mate that she had to worry about? But none of these were true. He turned to look at her, his eyes looking deep into her blue orbs.

Humans bred me. My father was a Warlander, a mixed blood andalusian, friesian cross. Used for carrying knights in armor into battle. My mother was an arabian thoroughbred cross, full of life and a drama queen. The world revolved around her. His smile was dark and twisted. But, the problem with me was that I was chestnut. The barn that I had been kept, they only wanted black horses. What kind of knight would want a fire horse, when they could have one made of the deepest ebony? So I became a toy. An object to amuse them. Soon I was thrown into a stall, seperated from my mother at a young age to have young children poking sticks at me. As I grew older, my anger intensified. I grew larger then even my father, and my anger grew with it. Soon, they found that I had an ability for fighting. They would antagonize me until I was near to bursting, then let me loose on some poor other horse, some other creature to kill. To destroy. His eyes were burning now, no longer dead and dispassionate, but alive and filled with fire and hate. They were transporting me to someplace unknown, when the truck crashed. Fires burned everywhere, and the door to the trailer had been broken. It wasn't hard to get out, just like it wasn't hard to run free. I came here, to this Valley almost two years ago in search of freedom. Four times I have been caught by humans, and four times I have gotten myself free once more.

His eyes were boring into hers and his voice dropped an octave. I won't be caged, Aydan, nor will I ever be tamed. If you want a stallion that you can easily push around, your looking in the wrong direction.

Aydan

Aydan listened to his story with perked ears. She didn't say anything till he finished. "I do not wish to control you like some puppet Morbid. Nor will i be controled because i'm some mare. Just because i'm a female dosen't mean i don't have a mind to fight with,"she said softly. To tell the truth she was hurt that he would even consider that she treat him that way, but she didn't care. "Besides i like your fiery coat it matches your temper,"she said smiling. Now it was her time to tell her story. "My mother was used for show and my father was used for jumping. Both we're saddlebred horeses. When i was born out in the pastures my owners planned on using me in show and jumping. However my mother had different plans for us. She broke us free into the wild. I had never had the feel of a saddle or bridle on me. My mother soon died afterwards from sickness. Something had gone wrong when she gave birth to me that didn't fully heal. Than i came here to start a new life,"she said softly before looking up to see his reaction.

morbid Temptation

Morbid hadn't meant to hurt her, but when you had been hurt continuously throughout your life, that was all you expected was to be hurt some more. I am sorry about the loss of your mother. He murmered softly. This was a different side of Morbid. He wasn't dark, he wasn't brooding he just simply.... Was. He had let someone in, let someone see what really lie beneath that exterior of tough as nails grit, and fiery rage and attitude. He knew what jumping was, had seen the way his mother had vaulted herself so easily over fence after fence, each time getting beaten for her insolence if she refused. Yes,, Morbid knew how things went in the human world. Humans will never harm us, Aydan. I promise you. And it was a promise he vowed to keep.

Aydan

Aydan looked up at his words. "Thanks,"she said softly before looking away a bit embaressed. She hadn't meant to shown such strong emotions infront of Morbid. She thought it made her appear weak. She noticed how Morbid's mood had changed, and this made her even happier. It showed that he wasn't alwayds broody. She liked that about him, but she also liked that he was able to open up. "They will die trying,"she vowed as well. Yes her herd would be strong enough to not be attacked by predators or humans. "Morbid is their anything else i need to know about,"she asked eyeing him. She had nothing to say for she had told him her whole history.

Morbid

Morbid eyed her a moment. Not really. I have a kid running around somewhere, but not one that I know. his eyes went out to sea, eyeing the island out in the center.

Aydan

Aydan smiled at him before walking closer to him. "Come one its getting late we need to get back to the herd,"she said nudging him softly. It wasn't an order, but whether he came or not she was going back to the terra. Tail swishing she started off at a trot. She would slow down to let him catch up if he was follow.