«Be My Escape«

[Morgan]

Schrei galavanted into the terra. She looked up at the Atmosphere, then down at the small green blades of grass. She ripped them out of the terra with her huge ivories, her back daggar stomping and whipcord swatting at flies.

Schrei let out a snort and shook her thick nape, her long, flowing tassles flying around every which way. She danced around to a small tree for shade and some pretection from the flies. Her orbs searched the terra once again. Seeing no one, she lowered her nape and chomped at the grass.

[.[Kahne].[Criptic].]

Kahne slowed to a trot as he neared the terra. He stood still, taking in the new sights. Then he spotted a mare grazing alone. Nickering quietly, he trotted up to her, halted, and nickered again.

[Morgan]

Schrei jumped at the site of the stag. She snorted loudly, laying her auds flat back against her cranium., then went back to grazing, her haunches now facing, her whipcord swishing back and forth violently.

[.[Kahne].[Criptic].]

Kahne, surprised at the mare's warm welcoming, spooked back and rolled his eyes. Then he reared, pawing the air violently, trying to put on a show for the fae.

[Morgan]

Schrei reared up on her back pillars and did the same, but only for a few seconds. She then stepped back, auds still pinned. Who are you, Stag? she hissed. No, Schrei wasn't in a friendly mood. Not today, anyways. Maybe it was the weather, or just a bad day. But she wasn't going to lighten up anytime soon.

[.[Kahne].[Criptic].]

Kahne came down to the ground hard, shaking the ground slightly. He stared at the mare, admiring her.
I am no other than Kahne. And yourself, I must imagine, was once a racehorse? he announced proudly. He held his head up high, speaking through his body language that he was a mighty stallion, a leader, a beholder of this magestic land. And he wasn't afraid to brag about it.

He snorted and watched the mare fondly. Yes, he was sure that she had once been a racehorse-- successful, much like himself.

[Sieg Heil]

Sieg Heil marched in. He pricked his audits at the other male, and barked a gutteral call at him. Tossing his head, he appraoched the male, and smiled to the female.
He thrashed his lance and snorted heavily.
His eyes bent beneath a furrowed brow, he turned his crown to the male and came with his head low, nodding to shoove the male off as he walked at him.


Alright. You're turn ist over Herr. Try later when it's your type.
He snapped and laid his ears back, with a slight growl from his box and body.
Frothing from his funnels, he exhaled sharply and roared at the brute. Stomping he looked to the female.

You may even hate me. But I think you too good for him. You are a challenging types, fit for my lands - ever our characters may be fit for eachother.

The male gave a rather perverse smile. something he'd learned in his Nazi walk. Then he snarled, glared and threw his head back and roared, baring his teeth and thrashing his tassles, giving a wild manic face.

[Morgan]

Schrei snorted at the Stag..Kahne. Yes. Yes I was. Thats why I'm here. I hated it. And i'm guessing you soaked it all up joyfully? She said. Her orbs looked over at the new Stag. She jumped back again. You stags...all overwhelming..and needy. Trying to impress one that doesnt impress easily.she snorted. She returned to her grazing. Of course, she had turned around, her haunches facing both Stags.

[.[Kahne].[Criptic].]

Kahne snorted loudly. He perked up his ears, turned and galloped off through the terra. He wasn't one for violence. And if that's what the mare had wanted, then he might as well find another. Heading north in a boast-worthy pace, Kahne thought as he ran. Then he halted abruptly. Turning quickly, he reared again and screamed. He'd had the last of them.

[Sieg Heil]

Jafar watched as the male turned about and left the scene of events. With a snort and a toss of the head, Jafar looked behind him. The female had turned her back. Sieg Heil never went about to impress people. He loved for them to cast judgement, and see only what was on the outside - then over time discover what a difference it makes to actually know someone before judging.
He stepped a few paces closer, then watched her quietly.

I don't want to force you, into my lands. Mind you I am quite interested in you - however I do not prefer taking one against their will. I am Herr Sieg Heil. But this is my Nazi name. If you ever desire to know my real name, it will have to wait until I know you best. I offer you lead in my beginning herd. Do you take this, or do you leave it? I desire not to waste your time frau.

He sunk his head, then retracted and mounted it upon his shoulder. He snapped his lance, and shook his tassles, exhaling through his funnels.

[Morgan]

Schrei looked up at the stag again and turned around. She shook her bodice and stepped closer to him, her dial heald high. I'm Schrei. she said. Schrei sighed at him. Fine. I'll come. she agreed. She figured she may like it where he lives. And if she didn't, she had her ways.

Schrei still stood erect, waiting for Seig Heil to take her somewhere.

[Sieg Heil]

Sieg Heil alotted a warm smile to be given, as he nickered slightly and turned away, to lead the mare to his homelands.

Ze path ist this way frau Schrei.

A German name - he would be enjoying her stay.
He began his walk, checking back to make sure she was still alongside.
For most of the time the only sound that could be ehard was the wind, and the silent marching of the two. He was in thought.
He spoke aloud when he decided it may be nice informing her of his homeland's nature.

It is a desert land. Hot by day, cold by night. I am not German - though my name and soul is plauged by their culture. You see,
He looked back to see if she was even at all interested, and thus he continued.

I was raised by them in their reign of evil. So I am cloaked by their ways. My nature is Arabic. Hmmmm....just as ruthless as the Nazis I should say.
He march was uniformed to the days where he had to lead. Though he was not human he had been considered a soldier in his times. An attack to him was an attack upon the Reich.
As he led her onwards, the lands slowly started to change. A harsh wind brewed, and the azure skies turmoiled to charcoal and haze.
He continued to check on her status.
The earth beneath them boiled from grass to rock. Slowly sand began to litter their steps.
Thunder would quake in their midst, and the wind would cast sand and debris too and fro.
They were passing the void from light to dark. The depths of Hell. A light would be blinded, lost and mortified crossing in through the void. Just as a demonic horse would cripple and crumble entering the light realms. It just was. A test of the souls.

I fought in Africa. For some time. The Desert Campaing. It was...hmm...difficult to articulte. Perhaps I may tell you some time
when I can actually put it to words.
He nodded to himself, and continued to shift his ebony stilts in stride. His eyes were firm, cold, and sometimes they would gleam a warm misleading sheen. Overall he was the type that could be hospitable. On the outside he was rough, as well as on the inside. But there was always room for horses such as Schrei.

You posess a gorgeous name frau.

[Morgan]

Schrei turned to follow the Stag, her dial even with her withers. She looked up momentarily towards the wind, then looked over at Seig Heil.

Hm. So you're just an Arabian? I thought you'd be a German Arabian. I was born in Germany, sent over to the UK for racing, then shipped back here for breeding. Their plan didn't work so well.

Schrei continued to follow Seig Heil and listened contently.

Okay.

Simple answer. Just an 'okay'. She shook her tassles and sneezed.

I beg to differ, Stag.

She hated her name. In english, it meant Scream. Quite the nice name for a horse.