Black and white figure alone in the dark

[Aziz]

Aziz slowly walked down a steep hill observing his surroundings cotiously in the dark, Aziz gave a whinnie as he neared the bottom and started to graze, announcing your presence was a good idea in the dark if you didn't want to be thought of as a predator or a threat, Aziz snorted and slowly lay down, the stallion was obviously after something, that something was mares since that's what every stallions goal is right? Aziz wasn't sure of himself anymore, he was a strong young horse wich could definitely bring up a herd even if it were to be small.

Day was rising and the suns rays were already nipping the grass Aziz was contently grazing on, the stallion would sometimes whinnie calling, calling in the hope of an answer, if no one would answer he would have to search and may e just maybe join a bachelor group in the meantime, he obviously wasn't up to stealing a mare so those were his options.

[ciscorox]

She trots toward the lonely sound of a stallion. She was so small.. She had tried to wait for a stallion to come to her but maybe it just wouldn't work like that... She nickers quietly as to not spook him and walks up. She first sees his eyes.. They were perfect. She froze in her steps and stared for a moment with great appreciation for the stallions looks. His white mane brushed the ground as he grazed and her breath caught. She felt the heat in her cheeks and tucked her head a bit causing her forelock to fall in her face.

She moved a bit closer and said in a low voice, "Hello.."

[Brynmor]

Brynmor

"With my speechless calm eyes."

This trip to the field felt a little strange to the graying male. It was the first time that he walked the route with his newly regained sight, it was the first time he had left the Tundra’s lands since Djinni had granted his wish to see. Sure he had gotten back from the meadow to the Tundra, but he still had been to shocked and surprised to be able to take in anything else. Brynmor found it strange to walk a route that he knew so well – he automatically walked in the right direction – and at the same time see it all for the first time. The formerly blind stallion had only become more eager to fight for and contribute to his home, the Tundra.

His sensitive hearing – during the years he had been blind all his other senses had developed better than normally – picks up the almost desperate whinnies before he actually reaches the field. It’s obviously male, yet his nose makes out the scents of both males and females around the field. Snorting softly Brynmor changes his direction to make his way over to the stallion. The Tundra needed more men to fill their ranks, it has been too quiet and the gray male wanted to see the Tundra thrive.

”Hello there” he greets the pair, offering them both a small smile. His eyes were still a bit off and at first glance Brynmor still did look like a blind horse, yet his accurate and piercing gaze made the difference from before. ”My name is Brynmor and I’m from the Tundra. I assume you are both looking for a home?” he introduces himself and immediately tackled the subject he had come for. They were both lounging in the Field, which meant that they were looking for a home. Both smelled like they weren’t from here, so maybe they didn’t really knew how the things worked here.

Brynmor’s gaze moves to the short mare, his eyes quickly scanning over her, before he looks back at the male. The Tundra was Beqanna’s warrior kingdom, a bachelor kingdom if you would want to call it like that. However, it didn’t mean that mare’s weren’t welcome, yet they would live like herdmares. Their purpose was to birth the Tundra children while they stood under the Tundra’s protection. So it was only natural that his intentions are more directed towards the black and white stallion, curious to learn if the male would be interested in the life the Tundra could offer.

"Nothing is coming to rise."