Renegade

A large, black colt made his way hap-hazardously over to the river, ignoring all signs if this territory belonging to somebody else. All Renegade cared about was quenching his thirst. The muscular two-year-old thundered over to the brooke at a gallop, and slid to a stop at the water's edge. Ren lowered his large, not yet fully matured head to the brooke, and greedily swallowed the liquid. He snorted as some water flew up his nostrils, and shook his head in surprise. The colt glared cross-eyed at his nose, then returned to drinking.

Malibu Moon

Mal heard hooves and could scent another horse on the wind... A colt! An intruder, to him. No colts were going to come into his land. He neighed and reared, pawing the air with his hooves. He dashing down to the colt, teeth becoming bared at him as his ears flung back. "What are you doing here?" he said, snorting. "No colts allowed in my territory that aren't my own." he said, now pawing the ground angrily. He only allowed mares. And only mares. He then stomped a hoof into the water, eyes glaring intently at the colt.

Renegade

The colt looked up from drinking. Renegade blinked at the agressive stallion, then glanced toward the water. Then back to Malibu. Then back to the water, and to Malibu again. Wasn't it obvious? Raising an eyebrow, Ren spoke. "I'm getting a drink." Rolling his eyes, the black colt returned to his drinking, ignoring the fact that the stallion might become more angered.

Icefell & Blackberry

Icefell and Blackberry, two of the three mares that resided in the herd, came curiously to investigate what was going on. Icefall drew closer to her lead, pausing a few yards behind him as she surveyed the situation. "What a spirited place this will be once we have young of our own running around!" she murmured quietly to her friend.

Blackberry nodded. One ear perked up towards her lead and the tresspassing colt; the other directioned to Icefall. "Most certainly! Malibu is a grand protector."

Icefell snorted and grinned, "I can see that." Growing bored with the conflict she was watching, the large pale-coated horse turned and began to groom Blackberry's sleek coat. In return, the darker horse began to groom Icefall's.

Renegade

Ren glanced up from the brooke and tossed the mares a playful smile, then turned to Malibu. Time for some fun. "Those are some mighty fine broods ya've got there, sir. Ya'd better get that "grand protector" thing going, or these pretties might go missing." Renegade winked at Blackberry and Icefall. He really didn't care for mares yet, he didn't even want to bother with a herd. Ren was to young. But it was awful fun to tease their mates into a scrape - the black foal always loved a fight.

Malabu Moon

Malbu pounded a strong hoof on the ground and snorted heavily. "And you'de better get those legs of yours running before you go missing!" he said, walking towards the young colt to stand between him and the mares incase he tried anything funny.

Icefell & Blackberry

Icefell, the white and dappled Orlov Trotter, tossed her head a bit and turned away. She didn't care for the younger stallion.

Blackberry, on the other hand, returned a sort of smile to Renegade. Of course, she wasn't going to go off with him on her own will, because she pretty much toted around after Icefell. But, she loved the attention.

Renegade

Ren laughed and continued his haphazardous play. "Don't be silly, mister stallion, sir. I'm not in the mood to run, and it's not like I'd lose a fight to you." To further his foolishness, Renegade flashed a smile back at Blackberry.

Icefell & Blackberry

Icefall glanced to her friend, "Stop it, will you? He's only a foolish youngster." Snorting indignatly, the pale-coated mare turned and trotted away to another part of the terra.

Blackberry sighed, but didn't follow her friend this time. She was relishing in this attention too much, and so now the mare cantered closer to the group, tossing her head a bit to let her mane get caught up in the breeze. She too was only fooling around, but having fun at it.

Malibu Moon

Malibu Moon
The Moon Will Always Rise

Mal snorted, getting annoyed by the colt. He walked over to Blackberry, putting himself near her but closer to Renegade; to make sure he didn't try anything. He pawed the ground, throwing up dirt.
"Stop it... He might come back around in the future and I don't want to get him thinking of anything..."
He whispered to her, tail flicking from side to side as he then glanced the Renegade. How foolish!

Dubbed: Malibu Moon
Cursed: American Mustang
Born a: Stallion
Malibu Moon is a stallion with a sleek and glossy pelt. He is a beautiful overo that is made up of brown and white with deep brown eyes. He is stronger than most horses and has long legs to run great distances without tireing quickly. He can run for miles and hardly take any breaks in between. He is also very smart and energetic, since he likes to travel and have adventures.

Renegade

Ren raised and eyebrow as he overheard Malibu comment to Blackberry. Now, coming back? Renegade might consider that, now that he was given the idea. It would most definately give him a chance to irritate this stallion more. With a swish of his tale, a smirk at Malibu, and a wink a Blackberry, Ren was off. In order to come back and take Blackberry, he would need land. And in order to get land, he needed to challenge another stallion for it. Ren devised a plan to find the most inexpirienced stallion he could find, create his downfall, take over the lands, and take mares from other stallions to create his empire. Oh, this was his best plan yet, and his most mature one. Let's hope Ren's ready for it.