Whisper Loving Words in the Night ;;open;;

[Diedre's Soul]

Her hoofs beat out a merciless beat as she pounded into the land, her mane flying like a flag behind her as her tail flapped in the wind. She paused, arching her neck, her plumage lifting. Her nostrils expanded and undulated, testing the air for other equines. She found nothing. A snort of disapproval found it's way out of her nostrils, her eyes narrowing. What was with this place, a claiming land where she could fine no mares and no stallions? What was going on here. She tossed her head, her eyes angry with this stupid place. What realm was this, this realm that was barren of equines and she couldn't figure out why. But then, how could her eyes be angry. Well, her eyes only looked angry. She saw nothing of what was there, her eyes seeing only darkness.

Blind.

The curse she'd live with for life. Blind, a mare that would never see her stallion. This was why she was so good at tasting the air and knowing the gender and position near to her of any being around her. Her senses had more then doubled, they had maximized, keeping her safe. She shifted her wait on her legs, her head moving this way and that, scenting the air so she would keep knowing if anything came near her. Her ears were twitching as well, keeping up with the sounds that might be coming around. She didn't want to be taken by surprise, she had to know if something was going to happen.

[Pyramid Head]

His heard was small. Meaning it was only himself. Day in and day out his land was quiet. No foals running around, no mares to order around. What was so great about owning a piece of land that only homed yourself? How could other stud's do this? Pyramid found comfort in having a chat with himself. Today, he was on another journey towards the claiming grounds. To once again try to get a femme to come home with him. Plates pounded against the hard Earth. It wasn't as if he was in a hurry, he would just rather get there before the more attractive vixens were taken. That was a plus in claiming mares, they had to be beautiful. And his brown pools settled on a painted minx.

His pulsing heart from the canter here started to settle. Slowly, his pillars carried him over towards the mare. So far she was the only one he saw on his travels. As he neared, maybe about twenty feet away was when he began speaking. "Hello minx." Not once in his life did he greet a mare in a kind way. He always thought they were below him. A thing God created to accompany him and carry his children. Nothing more.