Jewelheart was a bit restless going through the mountains at a slow pace.Spotting nothing in the way as the mountain descended she decided to run down it to the other side.Letting out a snort she started off at a gallop into a canter.She was a thourough bred through and through which made her a fast horse.Silently her black mane and tail blew with the wind as she challenged it in her speed down the mountain.When she made it below her coat only had a little bit of sweat on it.

Racing to a new battle, the mare could scent a female off in the distance near the canyon they were to pass. There was a moment's snort as she looked up to another mare running around the canyon. This is my chance

Looking to the group of mixed species she was traveling with. She took a short side quest and left their sides. Galloping quickly to Jewelheart with her head up, tail flagging in the wind. She grew nearer, her body's size matching that of a draft horse with the feathers to boot. But her head was more like a thorough bred: Long and dainty. "Grettings." Called the crimson mare to this new thorough bred. "My name is Prisoner, member of the Shadow Haunter's, who are you?" She stopped, her tail gave a single flick at a fly but soon lay motionless against her hocks.

Jewelheart stopped when she spotted another horse comming toward her.Silently she flicked her ears back and forth while she listened to Prisioner.I'm Jewelheart and i belong to no one she said.

She happily snorted to the female. "Well, I belong to a massive group of mixed species. The Haunters are trying to bring peace to the Valley, right now we are on our way to take down one of our darker enemies, who wish to destroy the valley, would you like to join us in a good spar?" She smiled, bowing her head. Fighting had become her life. And to her, it was perfectly natural.

Jewelheart snorted.Sure she said eagerly.A fight was just what she nedded.She could run like the wind and use her feet to take some stupid animal down.

She reared up. "Follow me" She said then turned and raced toward the Aspen Grove territory.

The mule stallion had been grazing nearby when he heard the mares. He raised his head and stepped closer. A fight to save the Valley? He thought silently. He loved a good fight, and was always ready to save the day. Especially if there were mares involved. When Prisoner raced off, so did he.