Vanta shook her head, it seemed that this horse wanted nothing to do with her, and chose to ignore her. 'A little rude, eh?' She thought, looking back in the direction of her home. Vanta could already imagine the loud splashing of the waterfall, the pleasant view, and everything in between.
Vanta stood there. She had promised herself she would go in the meadows to catch a little amount of sunlight, but there was indeed a spot where the trees parted so much of the gorgeous rays could shine through. But she needed to graze, so she'll just.. Blackie started a graceful trot to the meadow, unlike other horses, who might just do it to look fancy, she didn't hold her head high. She held it rather low, actually, Blackie thought it didn't bring as much attention to her. She could hear hooves tapping the ground, though she wasn't sure if it were her or not, so she continued her stroll, ears slightly pinned back, and a rather rare smile formed on her muzzle.
Shadow trotted and finally found the source of the water. A beautiful waterfall thundered into a river. He stood there for a moment, just listening before he heard hooves on the ground. He started towards them and caught a glimpse of something in the trees. Circling around behind, he found it was a mare heading in the direction of the meadow. He pawed the ground so he wouldn't suprise her.
Vanta stopped in her tracks, muscles tensing up. She turned around slowly, clearing her throat. "Oh h-" She was cut off when she realised it was a stallion, and staggered back. "Who are you?" Vanta was more than ready to flee if needed, some males, if not all, cannot be trusted. All Vanta could really do right now was stand her ground while she looked for possible escape routes, but none of them were available at the moment, so she added to her question. "And do you mean any harm..?"
At her reaction, he reared back ready to run the opposite direction if need be. "My name is Shadow and I am no threat. Unless of course, you are a wolf in disguise." He said tilting his head, "And who might you be?" He knew that if he needed to, he could run straight behind him and jump the stream. He had one ear up alertly while the other was cocked listening to her.
Vanta blinked slowly at him. "If I look like a wolf to you, you're clearly delusional." She tossed her head a bit, looking in the direction of the meadow. "..And, to answer your question, I'm a horse." Vanta tapped her hoof on the ground for a moment, before backing up with caution.
She turned a bit, trusting this male enough. "I have to go now, have a merry day, or whatever." Quickly, Blackie galloped off to the meadow, jumping over the occasional log or two. She could see the green grass and the few amount of flowers sprouting out the ground, and Blackie couldn't help but feel like a wee foal again.
She frolicked around the field with happy brays and neighs, many of her worries and cares melting away for this one moment. She knew she needed sunlight, as the waterfall was.. gloomy, and rather lonely. But here, in the meadows, filled with rabbits and butterflies, it was just.. heavenly, you could say. She jumped in the air one more time before going down a slope, where the leveled ground gave shade. She lay down in the fold where the hill went up, and rested, her long, curly tail flicking flies and other annoying pests away.
Shadow watched the mare back away before galloping off towards the meadow. Hmm, that's weird. He thought before turning to the forest. He trotted through, stepping across the occasional log. He turned around in a circle, thinking for a moment before galloping towards his den. Comig across his stream, he swam over to the other side before cantering the rest of the way. Making his way in, he realized that the top tree had fallen again, and went to prop it up. Once it was back up, he went towards the meadow, braying to himself, "Rosewood, Rosewood is the strongest. Now the question is: Is it safe to get some?" He knew that the only Redwood trees was in the human's side of the forest. He shook his head, making his way across the meadow. I will be in and out. This will only take a minute. He entered the groove of trees quickly, but soundless, looking for the perfect branch to fix his den.
The mare spooked as the stallion stood up, letting out a sharp snort as she backed away. She wasn't normally skiddish, but she didn't know what this male was capable of, or how he would act around a lone mare. She pinned her ears, keeping her dark gaze upon him as he moved away after a dark filly and then a black mare.
Perhaps she shouldn't be interacting with this stranger. She flicked her tail in aggitation and trotted away through the forest while he was looking away. Perhaps she would need to find somebody else to offer her company. Besides, there were plenty of horses on these lands, she simply needed to find them.
Maloy// 8// stallion// M: VantaBlack (ind)
Maloy ignored the calls of a lone mare. They always seemed to be so ignorant and annoying anyway. This one sounded especially so. He turned towards the trees nearby, leaning into a slow gallop as he went along a vague path that had been made by other creatures.
Coming out on the beach, the stallion slowed his pace as he allowed for the warm and damp sands to swallow his hooves partially with every step. Unlike most horses, he reveled in the feel of the water around his legs as he waded deeper into the waves. Jumping around in the cool water, he let out a quiet, yet excited, call. One that he hoped wouldn't be heard by those nearby.
Shadow trotted softly through the forest, making sure there was no humans around. After looking at many rosewood branches, he found a nice strong one from a fallen tree. Carefully taking the branch in his mouth, he started dragging it through the forest. Once he made it to the meadow, he started pulling it a bit faster, not caring if he made noise. He was out of the fuman forest, that's all that mattered. He started for his den.
Once he made it back to his den, he set the branch down before removing the old broken one. He set the broken one in the stream, watching it for a moment washing down before grabbing the new one. He pushed it on top, setting it on top his den and in a nook in the tree behind it. Once that was done, he grabbed some twigs off the ground and set them in the crannies that were open in the branch. Soon, you couldn't see the den at all, it was just an ordinary tree. He took a break to wade in the stream, the cold water cooling himself off.