The Circle of Life is an Oval!

[jezabel]

Jezabel stood grazing within the confines of the cimarron herd. She lifted her head still munching on the rich grass before the first snow buried it until spring. She swished her black tail and walked over to the lake only to find that it was frozen over with a thin film of ice. she stamped a hoof,irratated at the fact that she couldn't drink. The ice cracked a little and spread 3 inches in front of her. She stomped again and made a little hole to drink from. She wondered what Spirit was doing now...

[[esperanza]]

t h e [f i g h t] i s [o v e r] n o w

A golden mare grazed quietly, snatching up the last green blades of the season. The grass tasted bitter from last night's small frost. Hear ears and head perked up at the sound of ice cracking. Smiling, Esperanza trotted over to the pond and stepped on it with her own light-colored hoof, making the hole larger. "That should make it easier," she nickered to the younger mare.

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[Simba Maliki]

A stallion walked over to the two mares near the edge of the lake. "Ah, the lake seems to have started to freeze," he noted, "we're gonna have to keep a hole so the water doesn't freeze." Spirit greeted the young mare, "Hello Jezabel, nice day for a drink?"

Spirit looked over to his mother, Esperanza, and brushed along her mane. "How are you doing?"

[jezabel]

Jez nodded "Yes we will have to keep the hole open. But with a frost on the way I don't know how we will keep it that way." She said. She lost her footing and opened the hole even wider when she fell in.

[[esperanza]]

t h e i [h a d] i s [r u n n i n g] o u t

"Well, I guess someone will have to step on it regularly," Esperanza said. "We've been able to live through the winter for years, it shouldn't be any problem this year."

A splash of cold water hit the palomino's fur. Alarmed, Esperanza jumped back. "Jezabel?" She asked as she realized what had happened. "Are you alright?"

t h e [c u r r e n t] p u l l s [m e] d o w n

[Simba Maliki]

"I should get someone energetic and rowdy for the job." he said to the older mare.

"Jezabel!" Spirit said alarmed. He tried to help the mare get out of the water, "You don't want to stay in cold water."

[jezabel]

Jezz got up and shook the water off. "Yes. I'm quite alright Esperanza. Actually I'm just very cold now " She nickered, angered by her clumsyness. She shook her mane and water flew off the ends of it.

[[R].ebel]

A young black colt stood in the distance watching the three mustangs, eyes of a lonely soul, lost and confused. Amoung them was the palomino he had met in the spring earlier in the year, Esperanza. Lightning trusted her and enjoyed being with her... but the other two, he didn't really know and he was scared to approach them. He knew the dun was Spirit but Lightning feared him because he hadn't yet came to Spirit and asked permission to be part of the herd, he had just showed up.

The colt sighed, dropping his head to graze, trying to ignore them as best he could. His thoughts were pushed back to when he was younger and when he was with his family. How he missed them... it couldn't be paralleled. Lightning snorted, pushing the thoughts away and concentrating on grazing.

[[esperanza]]

i m [w o n d e r i n g]

The palomino stepped back as Jezabel shook the icy water droplets off her coat. "You'll have to be careful later in the year," she nickered sofly. "It's hard to keep warm after falling into frozen water."

Esperanza turned and walked away from the pond, looking for more grass. She saw the black colt and nickered, tossing her head in an inviting gesture.

i s o u t [t h e r e]

[stormwarning]

The young black colt was not the only lonely soul gazing in at the herd from it's edges. An older dapple grey swivelled his ears as he listened to the world around him. One cocked forward, toward the commotion at the pond while the other swung in steady arcs, searching for friend and foe.

The crack of the ice and sploosh of water caught his attention, and he lifted his muzzle from the shoots of withering fall grass. Both shapely ears swung forward and his dark eyes sought out the source. A young mare, still clumsy on her legs, had fallen into the thinly iced body of water. A soft whicker of amusement parted his dark lips. He remembered his days as a gangly youth, though his had been spent as a Captive. Ponds were fine for water.. but rivers were better, during the winter. Their swift running waters rarely froze completely over and it was far less work. The cimarron had one such river flowing through it. No need, he thought as he listened in from his place atop a knoll some short distance away, to worry about babysitting a pond.

Ah. But Spirit was the Lead Stallion, and he... Storm Warning... merely a fringe member of the herd. Not even truely a member, so much as a tolerated tag-along.

With the oncoming Breeding Season, he doubted he'd be terribly welcome among the mares. He was 8, but far from past his prime. He was experienced. Weathered. Strong. He'd no intention of challenging Spirit, but the Dun might feel differently. Storm was content, for now, to linger on the outter edges. Watching from afar. Perhaps some day he would sire his own brood, but that would require a great deal of patience from Spirit... or for the Dapple stallion to move on and form his own band. Neither of those seemed likely.

A dark pewter tail flicked thoughtfully as he watched the Palamino.. the lovely honey-coloured matron whicker softly to the dark-skinned youngling, nodding her head in invitation. The dark colt was stockily built. Big hooves and thick limbs spoke of a sturdy heritage. Shapely, though and well balanced. He seemed an odd sort to be out among the wild horses, though. Draught horses didn't often run wild. Even half draught. He piqued the Grey's interest. He wondered if the Colt's story was like his own.

For now, though, he stood where he'd been grazing, quietly watching their interactions.

[[esperanza]]

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