Scratch

White nymph glided into the land doubtfully, knowing that there was obviously residents within it. Dark optics searched the land, fem taking up a canter. Soon, halt was performed, diagnostics swivling atop her dream box. Paper thins flared, collecting the scents givin' off from the others. Shrill call was givin', calling out too the king too come forth. Perhaps he'd allow the ivory fem to reside here, with the others. If not, jorney would lurk off into other lands.

Ayla

The noric-mix breed herd the call. She knew the other must be looking for Switchblade, but Ayla was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Limping towards the ghostly-hued mare, for she was still healing after a vicious attack by wolves and a cougar, Ayla moved nearer to Scratch. "Greeting, I'm Ayla. Are you looking to reside here?"

Scratch

Eyed the wench as she approached, harks twitching as she spoke.
Salutations, I am Scratch. And yes, I have come to reside here, if allowed.
Nymph stared at her scarred hide for a moment, she couldn't apparently be the lead wench of the herd.
Grunting, nymph stood still, still watching the dam quietly.

Hoax

Xanthippe wandered over too where the duo were standing.
Greetings, you two. May I ask, who is the porcelain one?
Silver wench eyed the known fem, then peered at the unknown dove.

Scratch

Nymph eyeballed the new wench, radars pinning.
I am Scratch.
She hissed, hock kisser flailing about behind her.

Hoax

Ashen diabla stared blankly at the creamy wench, observation detected a foul mood that revolved around this newcomer.
So, she's able to fend for herself..
Minx picked up a walk around the ivory one, ooids examining her physique. Quite muscular, few scars, and she had seemed quite tough.
Well, Scratch, I'm sure SwitchBlade will be glad to have you stay. Though, you should encounter him before you are an actual member with this herd.
Zephyrs picked at minx's tendrils, allowing them to ripple around her pinnacle. Armor flinched, while ashen dam halted infront of Scratch. Orbs shifted to Ayla, then spitfire broke her gazes, and wandered off.

Scratch

Nymph stared after the steel wench. Who was she to tell her what too do? Xanthippe broke off into a face-paced trot, following the maiden.
I will surely not follow your orders. Your just some pathetic low-life, along with that other wench.
Fae boldly stepped infront of the parting minx. Harks flattened while watching her. She couldn't obviously be lead, what kind of idiot would allow this one too rule a herd?
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Whisper...Scratch
Winters...Five
Brand...Lusitano
Essence...Mare
Stain...White
Limit...15 Hands

Hoax

Nymph glared in direction of spitfire, harks lacing back in aggravation.
You would be smart too not speak of me in such a way. I may not be head of the harem, but I am one of the strong ones. Watch what you say, or you'll slip on my bad side. You're already walking on thin ice.
Words were spat angerly, ashen diabla narrowing her ooids while staring at the other.
How dare she rebel..