Strong legs took the beast forward as he climbed the biggest hill he could locate, his posture completely relaxed as he went. It was peaceful, so peaceful, and Nalu absolutely loved it. He had not encountered one horse since passing over the treacherous mountains and into this wide spread land of seemingly nothing but himself, predators and the usual animals seen daily. It had been a while since he had acquired such a peace of mind, at least, since he came into the land over two months ago. He had an incredibly basic and unfinished map in his head of the mountains, or at least the area's he passed, and the Anova Forest provided him with a bit of danger when he wanted to feel a rush and enlighten his day. There were two oddly smelling area's, though, one that he had smelled since wandering in the Arcano Mountains, and the other just a few days ago. The borders, as he assumed, smelled of horses, but not multiple scents that would create a strong aura, but only maybe two or three that gave out the indication that there was something there, not necessarily that there was an army.

Nalu had pondered over this for hours, imagining a huge leader such as himself strutting around in a deserted territory as if he could hardly defend it all. The stallion would never in his life be interested in joining a herd, the thought of many surrounding him being a complete set off. He would never be happy again when his peace was always interrupted by playful foals or work that had to be done. Here, if he wanted to ward off strangers he could do so, if he wanted to eat he had the opportunity whenever he pleased, and if he wanted to "run away", well he had miles upon miles of space.

In his time wandering, through, Nalu had considered finding company at least twice, only normally when he became incredibly bored and didn't find excitement in his daily thrills. Besides these assumable herds around, the area was desolated, and he couldn't really talk to the other animals unless he wanted to be deemed insane. Today was one of those days where he was feeling particuarly lonely, only for now, and so he climbed a hill so that he could distract himself and admire the scenery. Once at the top, the stallion observed for a while before slowly and steadily bending down, lowering his body to the ground until he lay there with a sudden "umph", his hind legs neatly splayed out next to each other. It wasn't soon after that Nalu began to feel the pressure on his large chest, but until it really bothered him he ignored it. The calm stallion simply stared, a gentle breeze only disturbing the black hair over his eyes slightly.

The large stallion layed there for about thirty minutes before finally standing once again, the pressure on his chest becoming uncomfortable. It was then, as he stood to his full height, that the nearby hills would shrink just  slightly, and the differentiating coloration of another would show. In the sunlight they looked yellow tinted, although since the small breeze was flowing away from him he could not detect a gender. Nevertheless, his interest had been aroused by this new horse, and so he would begin a brisk trot down the hill. Nalu's mane drifted easily in the wind, his heavy hooves beating on the ground as he navigated around hills and through tall grass. Before getting too close, though, he would toss his head in the air and let out a deep whinny, notifying the mare, as he could now scent, that he was there. 

In little to no time it seemed, the mares figure would appear around a hill, acquiring the same shiny tinted pelt and dark mane he had spotted earlier. As he slowed upon approach his shifted mane would again settle, dark strands of hair shading over one of his eyes. The stallion stopped a comfortable distance away, his cranium lowered slightly as to not seem hostile. Although he didn't mean to rudely stare, it was only in his nature to observe first before taking action. As his dark eyes  grazed over her slender figure, he would note off the bat that she was younger than him, and obviously shorter. Her aura seemed pleasant, metaphorically speaking, as she didn't seem to be fairly docile and collected like himself. His hues wound then stray toward her eyes, and suddenly his own grew wide with guilt, noticing that he hadn't greeted her. Nalu bowed his head deeply, as if he were in the presence of a god. "Forgive me, I am Nalu, and you are?" he would politely enquire in his baritone voice, offering only the tiniest smile. 

OOC: This post is meh xD But I got it up finally.
Rhona

Even as he had approached the mare kept her eyes curiously on him, stracing his every movement. Did she think he was a danger to him? Well, her face didn't quite show that, but she was obviously thinking about something Nalu would never ask. The polite mare introduced herself as Rhona, a rather elegant name to him, and bowed her head in return. "Oh you didn't.." Nalu's voice cut off quietly, ears narrowing back slightly. Was it right for a mare to bow toward a stallion? The male pondered over this for a quick moment before Rhona began speaking again, obviously in attempt to continue a steady conversation. Average and basic it was, though. "What brings you here?" she asked, flicking her dark tail calmly. What a peculiar question to ask, of all her options. " Well, I saw you in the distance and I was curious to find a new face in the month i've lived around here. Simple as that," he would say, his expression again serious but relaxed as he glanced up at the sky. The sun sat slightly above the horizon, not yet casting it beautiful array of lights. 

Nalu again looked toward Rhona, curious as to where she intended on staying for the night. It was then that a wolf's howl echoed into the air, a lovely sound yet terrifying to any horse. As such, the stallion tensed slightly, jerking his head toward the sound before confirming that it was not near. " I would suggest that you head that way," Nalu gestured with his snout toward the direction he had came from. "when you decide to settle for tonight, and not near the river, or on the top of a hill." The stallion began directing his body towards the area he had come from, approaching Rhona a bit more as if he were about to escort her there. "Keep your guard up. These hills are far from peaceful at night." he would say more quietly, his mind trailing back to the night before, different sounds spooking him throughout the night. It wasn't like he didn't get sleep, but he had to keep attention focused most of the night. Nalu glanced toward Rhona through his strands of hair, expecting for her to go or ask to join him, really the only two options he could think of.

Rhona

The dappled stallion locked eyes with her and lifted his head high. "I'm taller," he said quietly, and the mare almost rolled her eyes. She looked up at him with amused exasperation, and shook her mane out. "So you are," she said simply.

Her hooves moved back a step, a quick dance-like movement, and then she reared slightly, lifting her front feet up just enough so that she was taller than Caspian. Her eyes flashed with a silent, playful challenge, and then she hit the ground lightly, springing away with a foal-like aura. Her head went down and she bucked, moving faster away from the stallion. She then circled back around tightly, her gait short and choppy. She came to a halt near Caspian's left shoulder, throwing her head up and rearing again.

The grullo equine skittered away from him, inviting a chase. Her energy wouldn't last very long, but she was excited in the moment. If Caspian didn't take the invitation, she would just go back to grazing. The short burst of movement had almost wore her out, and she was getting ready to settle down and continue grazing. She had just enough energy for one more burst of speed, if Caspian chose accept the invitation to chase her.

Caspian

The black dun mare stopped with a snort, her nostrils flaring and her heart thumping. She had lost weight over the winter, and her shaggy coat hadn't shed into her sleek summer one yet. Feeling out of shape, weak, and over-heated, the mare stopped the game and stood to catch her breath. It was nice to pretend to be younger, but it never worked. Caspian circled back and began grazing, his strong heart adjusting to the exertion without trouble. The older mare walked around in circles a bit, snorting loudly. Once she had regained some of her breath, she returned to grazing next to Caspian. After a little bit she locked her knees and just stood there, dozing in the sun.


Nevara struggled to her feet with a sigh, her eyes roaming the land for any danger. It was dangerous, she knew, but she had needed to lie down, at least for a little bit. Her winter coat was shedding in huge clumps, and when she looked down at the spot she had been resting in, it was lined with dark brown hairs. Nevara blew a breath out of her nose gently, flicking her ears back and forth lazily.

Caspian

OOC: Didn't know if you wanted Caspian to hang around through the time jump or not, you can stick him into the new scene if you want but you don't have to  Also, sorry it's rather short, I've been super busy lately

The dark dun mare glanced gratefully at Caspian as the young stallion turned to face her, the nonverbal thank-you that the proud mare would not say aloud. He had been keeping watch over her as she rested, and the mare truly was exceedingly grateful. The past few months, Nevara had come to rely on Caspian more than she would like to admit. While her spirit was still young, the mare was humble enough to realize that she needed a little help sometimes, not that she would ever admit that to Caspian. The stallion, with a little reprimanding, had turned out to be a fine young gentlemen, though he still got on her nerves quite a bit.

Capsian approached Nevara through the morning light. "Morning," he said simply, and the mare nodded in return. "Care for a walk?" Capsian offered, his voice careful and overly-considerate, at least in Nevara's opinion. She rolled her eyes, but he turned away and didn't notice. After a second she heard a muffled snort come from the younger equine, and she let out an indignant snort of her own. Pinning her ears, she came up behind him and gave his left hip a sharp nip. Perhaps it was a bit of an over-reaction, but the proud mare didn't appreciate being treated as if she was on her death-bed.

Nevara turned away with a haughty toss of her head, calling over her shoulder, "I would, actually. But just so you know, I'm not dying. You can't get rid of me that easy." She turned her head slightly, a stubborn, proud glint in her dark brown eyes. Yes, she might be a little on the elderly side, but she was still young at heart.

With another snort, she picked up a trot, lifting her chin and purposefully ignoring Caspian. She was the one in charge around here, thank you very much. He said walk, she said trot. No stallion would be bossing her around anytime soon.

Caspian