Enyalius

The red roan mare's flowing steps carried her as gracefully as the crystal waters rushing through the Sapphire Brook. In the light of the summer sun, her coat almost had a silvery sheen to it, with a blush of chocolate-red that was especially pronounced along her head and muzzle. Fleet hooves carried her towards the cool waters, with each step causing her long, ruffled mane to ripple with the movement.

She was a stunning mare of mixed heritage, but her grace and beauty had not earned her a permanent home in all her years. Enyalius wasn't sure if it was her own fault, or that of the wolves and humans in the Valley that had so diminished the horse population. Whatever the case was, Enya had all but given up on finding a permanent herd. Not even realizing she'd stepped into the boundaries of another's cadre, the mare lowered her head to the brook and took a long drink.

Charn

Charn had scented the mare and approached with the same keenness as he had with Xenarona, muscles pumping beneath a glossy, chocolate-brown coat. His powerful legs moved with grace and strength, betraying no limp despite the scabs of healing wounds that decorated some of them. They were badges of honor to the Arabian brute, a testament to his prowess as a leader and defender of his two-horse herd. Though the wounds had come from a rather unconventional foe, it had earned him the title of herd leader, and he wore them proudly.

"Fine day, mare." Charn announced as he raised his dial and lifted his flowing, ebony tail. His steps were purposeful, and there was a glint of fire in his pale blue eyes as they sized up the slightly larger roan horse. "You look to be alone, no stallion to watch over you?" He slowed and came to a stop a few healthy yards away, now looking past Enyalius and to the landscape around her. The scent of other equines was faint here, but he was ready in case another stallion showed up.

Enyalius

She was already turned towards the approaching stallion, head and ears up in curiosity, and a hint of eagerness. It had been nearly a year since she last interacted with a male, a charming and handsome fellow that she'd been hopeful to make a home with. Alas, Enya's dreams had to be put on hold, as she'd lost track of the fellow during that same fall, and eventually returned to a nomadic life.

"It is. I'm not sure how many more we'll get before the cooler weather sets in." She smiled to herself as he looked past her, alert for other males. If another did show up, she'd be more than happy to step aside and see who the stronger male was. With no others in sight though, the mare dipped her creamy muzzle forward in a nod, "No, I'm alone. Not by choice, however."

Charn

This mare seemed vastly more receptive than the last, though Charn realized that was likely because of his own behavior. He had been rather aggressive with Xenarona, his desperation for a mare driving him to be more forceful than perhaps was necessary. It had won him a mare in the end though, and was more than willing to resort to those tactics again if necessary.

He watched her gaze drift past him, and snorted quietly to regain her attention, "You're in luck today then, mare. You now have a home and a stallion to keep you safe." His words were assertive, and he gave a flick of his muzzle in the direction of his cadre, "The Golden Rose Canyon isn't terribly far from here, and there you'll find another mare. Xenarona is her name." He took a few steps in that direction and then paused to make sure she was following. "You can call me Charn."

Enyalius

There was a moment when her frosted ears angled back, reacting poorly to how bluntly he had addressed her. 'Mare?' She let it slide though, and soon had her ears pushing forward again. "Enyalius." Came her reply, short and simple. Strong, sturdy legs carried her forward, following the path set out by Charn. Blunt as his nature was, the wounds sported on his dark body showed he was a fighter and a survivor, and that's what she wanted in a stallion and the sire to her future offspring. "Lead the way, Charn."

Charn

If he noticed the subtle flicker of her auds, Charn didn't react to it. Head up and held with pride, he tossed his dial and upgraded his canter into a gentle gallop, heading for the Golden Rose Canyon.