Grey Skies Above

[Lell]

Name: Pyrite
Sex: Stallion
Age: 9
Breed: Arabian/Belgian Cross
Height: 16.2 hh
Description:
Rather tall, with a light Arabian-esque build, long legs, dished face. He has a slightly lifted tail, but not as much as that as an Arab. He has thick feathering, and a somewhat wavy mane and tail. He’s a sort of deep grey with lighter silver dappling, with a dark grey mane and tail. He has a star on his forehead, with a thin stripe that ends in a pink snip. He has warm, twinkling brown eyes, a light chocolate shade.
Reference sheet coming soon
Personality:
Short tempered and sharp tongued, Pyrite can be very aggressive at times. He’s very cocky and clever, thinking he’s the best there is. He spends most of his time hitting on mares, but he never tries to claim one. He prefers to travel alone, being very independent. He’s never truly lived in a herd, but he did once. He had his heart broken by a certain traitor, and you know how that always ends up. He now wanders alone, causing trouble to whatever herd or horse he stumbles upon.
No one liners and try to be as detailed as possible, please!
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It was midday, a slight autumn chill in the air. A steady, icy wind had been blowing for some time now, and most of the foothills were completely deserted. Most of the horses had gone higher up the mountains, or were taking shelter in the patches of trees that occasionally popped up across the rolling hills. The grass was slightly yellowed with the coming winter, and pale grey clouds churned restlessly above.

A lone stallion shuffled across the hundreds of knolls, eyes narrowed to keep out the piercing wind. His ears were almost flattened, and every time the harsh wind would ease a little, he would let out a sigh of relief. Of course though, every time that did happen, it would pick right back up again a few moments later. He looked up, his nostrils flaring and eyes watering slightly. He could smell snow on the breeze, coming from the north. Snow had a distinct scent, almost like winter, yet it had a certain sharp tang to it that made it so different.

And winter was well on its way.

Grunting with the effort, the stallion trudged on through the tall, whipping grasses, toward the small copse of trees higher up. They would serve as some temporary shelter as the snow storm passed. For a short time. From here they looked bare, withered by the wind. Toward the center though the equine could make out huge clumps of leaves the color of endless flames. He could feel gazes on him, gazes of lone horses and herds of horses all from their shelters of trees above him. He didn’t care. He didn’t care what anyone thought.

His only focus was himself.

[Shadow]

Hope you don't mind me joining ^_^

Name: Shadow
Sex: Mare
Age: 4
Breed: Thoroughbred
Description:
Standing at 15.3hh, Shadow is a small thoroughbred at that. She has a lithe, slender frame, and a soft dust/gold coat. As a palomino, it would not be complete without her pale white/gold mane and tail. Shadow sports a white star-turned-blaze down her face, trailing down into a white snip on her nose. Her forelegs are marked by white socks, while her hind left has a tiny white sock and hind right is marked by a white stocking.
Reference Pic (link): i33.tinypic.com/14bi5cg.jpg
Personality:
A wanderer with sharp wits and a penchant for trouble, Shadow possesses a mind adapt for getting out of sticky situations as well as being a bit of a risk taker. She's clever and at times, unnaturally cynical, but this depends on the situation. Most of the time she's a gentle, peaceable yet determined mare, recognising that she was built for running and not fighting, so she tries to avoid getting into fights.
Although with a mare such as Shadow, its harder than it sounds.

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The lone mare slowly picked her way up the hill, weaving in and out of the leafless trees. Up ahead, quite a way away, her blue gaze rested on a grouping of trees which quite obviously, held some leaves due to the visible burnished gold and orange colours. She let loose a sigh, watching the breath mist and disappear slowly into the rest of the crisp cold air. Returning her gaze to her destination, she started moving again. The harsh wind chilled her, muscles shivering slightly to try to at least retain some of the warmth seeping out of her sandy coat.

Movement drew her gaze as she stopped for a moment. Icy blue eyes briefly flicked over to the source, finding a tall, Arabian looking deep grey stallion. From this distance she couldn’t see the lighter dapples upon his coat clearly, almost like the snows had already arrived and he’d been standing out in them for a while. Another burst of the chill wind, whipping pale white/gold mane and tail around her slender form, caused the palomino’s attention to divert back to her task – finding sufficient shelter. It seemed that she would have to share the copse of trees with another, but no matter. As long as she found somewhere to spend the night. Moving up the mountains earlier had occured to her, but where was the fun in that?

[Lell]

Not at all! :3
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A scent on the breeze caused the stallion to look behind him, spotting a lone mare on the hill next to him, heading towards the trees. Smirking almost, he picked up his hooves into a swift trot, arching his neck playfully. His brown eyes flashed, and he snorted audibly. He watched her continue on out of the corner of his eye, and leapt into a gentle lope. His mane was taken back by the wind's claws, whipping against his neck with stinging force.

At last he reached the small wood, falling to a slow stop. He lifted his proud head, nostrils flaring, and looked behind him to where the palomino was waiting. Lips tugging into a playful grin, he walked swiftly into the grove, at last feeling the wind die down as it bounced off the trees. The shadows danced, the harsh tempest brewing out side creating an almost beautiful melody.

He retreated behind a few trees and then waited.

[Shadow]

A slight smile appeared on her face in amusement at the stallion's antics, but she gave no antics in reply. Her attention had been captured for the second time by the stallion, this time by his audible snort. Carefully, the mare continued upward through the long grass, swaying in the wind. It seemed as if the cold gusts would never stop, her pale gold tail winding and whipping around her legs, long mane streaming out behind her and striking her golden neck.

A little way up and close to the grouping of trees, a fallen tree lay across the path she'd chosen. The ground was flatter now, so the palomino broke into a steady lope, smiling at the challenge, if only small. Blue gaze lifted to see the stallion just entering the trees, then fell again on the ground in front of her as she gracefully cleared the log. She did not slow, eager to be clear of the biting wind and the cold which signalled the snows to come. Once only a short distance away from the trees, the mare slowed to a trot and then a walk as she entered, pausing once safely out of the wind to look back outside. The shadows passing through the trees fell onto her sandy coat, creating an almost dappled effect as she stood.

[Lell]

He heard her enter his temporary domain. Smiling to himself, he circled soundlessly around her in the trees until he stood behind her, but not to do what any other stallion would do, you see...Creeping up to her side, he leaned his head in and breathed in her ear. "Boo." He laughed playfully, trotting around her. "Mare, don't you know that its not safe to travel alone?" He smirked, pausing and tossing his proud head. A single leaf from the firelicked canopy twirled down and fell, while he watched it, distracted for a moment.

Then he returned his attention to the mare. Parting his jaws in a wide yawn, his ears picked up at the sound of the harsh wind rustling the dying leaves again. Great, I'm stuck here. He thought to himself, lowering his head to rub it against a leg, ridding himself of his itch. He didn't really mind though, he wasn't alone for once. Snap out of it, Pyrite! You're a free spirit, a lone wolf. His thoughts hissed.

That was his calling, his title, the only thing he held to his name.

Pyrite.

[Shadow]

"Boo."

The soft sound broke the temporary silence, soon to be broken anyway by the screaming wind. The word sent a shiver down the mare's spine, more out of shock that he'd suddenly appeared than how it was spoken. Of course, she would put that down to the cold. A smirk lit her sandy features as blu gaze followed him, watching him prancing about playfully.

"Mare, don't you know its not safe to travel alone?"

Skeptical, she tossed her head in response, pale mane flicking out behind her. "I can handle it. Besides, you seem to be traveling alone." She smirked as she turned his comment around, more for an answer than for any fun. Casing her bright blue gaze back out to the outside, unsheltered world, she was briefly grateful that she'd stumbled on this shelter, and company included. It was pretty lonely sometimes, being a wanderer.
"My names' Shadow. Yours?" Shadow shifted position slightly, then diverted her gaze to stare at the canopy of gold, orange and yellow red leaves above, watching a few of the tiny forms break from the branches and drift gently down.

[Lell]

"I can handle it. Besides, you seem to be traveling alone."

His browlines raising with her bravery he was ready to snap out another response. "My name's Shadow. Yours?" Blink. Blink. "Shadow?" He laughed, watching her with amused brown eyes. "But your the color of light...hardly fitting." He chuckled, twitching his long grey tail. "But, every question must be answered. The name's Pyrite. And yes, I travel alone because that's what stallions are supposed to do, you see. But we aren't here to bicker are we? There's a storm brewin'." The stallion snorted, dappled haunches twitching slightly to scare off a lone bug, hoping it was the last for the winter.

The wind whistled in response.

"Where are you from, Shadow?" Pyrite asked, lowering his head and lipping up a few bites of the tender grasses. "You're too pretty to be wanderin' 'lone. You could get snatched up, you know." He teasted, tilting his head to one side.

"Not all studs are as nice as me, you see."

[Shadow]

"Shadow?" "But your the colour of light...hardly fitting."

Shadow smirked as she watched his expression turned from surprised at her comment, then confusion and amusement at her name. She chuckled, flashing a quick grin. "It is a bit out of place." She agreed.

"But, every question must be answered. The name's Pyrite. And yes, I travel alone because that's what stallions are supposed to do, you see. But we aren't here to bicker are we? There's a storm brewin'."

So, Pyrite was his name. Unlike hers, it actually fit him. She smiled slightly at his reply to her travelling question, looking out at the world again. The wind seemed to have picked up, whipping the long grasses back and forth as if it was angry to lose its prey to the trees.

"Where are you from, Shadow?" "You're too pretty to be wanderin' 'lone. You could get snatched up, you know." "Not all studs are as nice as me, you see."

Shadow grinned as he teased her. "I'm from the East. That's all I know, I don't really keep track. And thanks for the compliment," she smirked, turning her blue gaze to the stallion, "but I'm a fast runner."
"What about you? Where are you from?"

[Lell]

“Where am I from?” Pyrite echoed. He paused, looking up at this with flashing brown eyes. “I am Arab, I am also Belgian. My mother was the draft, you see. She birthed me in the wild, right in these mountains. Raised me right, then left me alone. The proper way, I guess. I’ve been alone most my life. Sort of.” He replied finally, pawing at the soil with one hoof. “I’m a runner too, you could say.”

His ears pricked as he heard a familiar sound, and a small grin pulled across his lips. He looked up, hearing the familiar pitter-patter of raindrops on the thick clumps of leaves above him. A few stray drops fell upon him, and he shook once, a look of disgust on his face for a moment. His dapples flashed in the half light. “It’s begun.” He said, a hushed sort of tone to his voice. He looked to Shadow, tilting his head somewhat.

They would wait out the storm together.

There wasn’t anything wrong with that.

[Shadow]

Shadow listened patiently as he revealed his past. Well, sort of past. She smiled a little when he mentioned about also being a fast runner. "Maybe we can race sometime, when the weather is better." She thought aloud, while lowering her head to rub it against one of her white socked forelegs.

The rains started. At hearing the soft plops of water hitting the leaves above, Shadow looked up, spotting the look of disgust on Pyrite's face as a few stray drops dropped onto his silvery coat. She half smiled. "You don't like the rain?" She had to admit, this rain was colder than the rain in the East, but that might have been because winter was well on its' way. As Pyrite watched her, Shadow was looking out through the gap in the bushes at the fading sun. A storm at night was never good news, at least where she had come from. It might have been different here, she hadn't spent long in this place after all. Quietly she returned her blue gaze to the stallion across the clearing, meeting his gaze. There wasn't anything wrong with waiting for the storm to end with him, at least no problem she saw.