R E A D .it.

[In.human]

Daggers pounded the earth benith the contessa's blood colored mass, carrying her at a three-beat. Ebon tresses casscaded from her arched nape and powerful hindqurters, flowing in torrents. Twist shone in the light of the sun, as her pistons slowed to a two-beat, then to a stop. Nares dialated, relesing a snort into the air. Kissers parted and she let out a call. She was alone, would a stud come and claim her?

[»J.ak«]

Jak

The czar moved with sleek perfection. Drums pounding the topography. Crania tossed, emitting a bugle of its own. Stud's movements carried him to a crimson pregnant dog. He stopped, half-rearing. Azure and obsidian bod moving with pure elegance.
Flints crashed into the topography as he spoke.

[In.human]

Harks swiviled at the sound of a trumpet punded upon her drums. Dark lanterns focused upon a brujo appered, his movements graceful as her own. Then the brute rears upon his hind pistons, only going halfway. His daggers hit the turf and he spoke. Crimson fea dipped her chizzled tiara in greeting to the Lord. Hello, Lord Jak of Spiagge. I am Ransom.

[»J.ak«]

Jak

This mare was definately more unique, and definately more respecting than Cloud, the mare currently residing in his herd. Though, he might have some use for her later.

[Greetings, wench, you are looking for a home, no doubt?]

Kissers spoke, lyri chimed and handsome. He tossed his crania and stamped a fore dagger.

[In.human]

Hark flinched upon the curse wench, but the stedy thinker of the belle knew she could be-and had been- called worse. Nightwashed tassles danced upon the slight breeze, and dark lanterns gazed intently upon the Lord untill his dancing was done. Then her kissers parted and her song flowed torough them. Yes, M'lord. I have come to find a home.

[»J.ak«]

Jak

Spiagge could not accept every mare out in the cold, no doubt. It already held Cloud. Not his most fondest of equines, no doubt. Yet, no other herds had formed, which made Jak distraught. Bloodlines from one herd would eventually mean inter-breeding. Jak wouldn't allow it, yet, another mare wouldn't hurt. But, he was Lord, and he would do as he pleased.

[Ah, I see. Do you think thou has what it takes to reside in the land of the royales?]

[In.human]

The ess swatched silently as the brute thought. She could see it in his optics. So the crimson fea stood still, the slight dancing of her thick ebon tresses her only movement. Harks finally twiched at his courds. he was the royal? She was shocked, only had thought of him as a regular stud. None of her shock shone through though, she just looked calm and thoughtful. Lord Jak, I do think I have what it takes. I am polite but can be mean if need be. I will not ruffle the feathers of visiting leaders, and I will serve you fully.