3, 2, 1, and... ACTION ! [open]

[moonwolf]

A light breeze ruffled the grass, sending tiny ripples across the surface of the pond. Just outside of the sound of the grass’s rustling a soft thud, thud, thud, thud could be heard, their timing perfectly even and perhaps louder than usual, almost as if the maker of this sound was, dare say it, prancing…

Indeed he was, his deep liver-colored mane and tail billowing not simply by the small breeze that set everything else calmly astir, but because of his bouncy gait as well, his knees kicking high into the air, prancing as happily as a colt. Tonake hadn’t completely gone away from the colt stage – he was still stuck in that awkward stage between being a colt and becoming a stallion, and his personality, if not his gait, showed that much.

Being a smaller-than-average horse, Tonake probably looked to still be in the colt stage as well, but that wasn’t going to change even as he grew old, his mother was small, his father was smallish, so he would be some kind of small. His eyes didn’t help the fact, for no matter how friendly they were you could always see that mischievous little wink hidden back in their depths somewhere, ready to pop out at the sometimes worst of times.

Yet, for now he was merely the free-spirited, almost thoughtless and incredibly peaceful young stallion, prancing about, enjoying the light and cooling breeze of the early morning, when the sun had already passed up the horizon and pinned itself just above the distant mountains, the pink and purple sky fading into the blue that would take over the rest of the day. His eyes shut for a moment, simply feeling rather than bothering to see everything around him, and they re-opened as he came to an abrupt halt. What was that?

Yes, a small sound, close, yet so quiet it sounded far away… His muzzle lowered to the ground, air blowing out of his nostrils and this time he stepped carefully, albeit wild-eyed but careful. Aha! That’s what it was. A little bitty frog, a little croak, nothing to worry about. ”You had me scared there for a second, little fella’,” he said, watching the thing. It simply stared back, and let out another small croak. He moved his nose closer… and jumped back, tossing his head into the air as it pounced on his nose! Small though it were, he thought it dastardly and snorted at it, trotting over to the pond instead, his head held high and a prance returning to his steps as he ignored all of the other little croaks in the grass.

The pond was small, almost perfectly round, and seemed to be quite serene, especially on a quiet morning on a beautiful day like this. He leaned back, nipping the side of his belly, right on that little marking of his – odd, how whatever itchy little critter it was that was biting him certainly seemed to prefer the white area. Tonake was hopeful that they wouldn’t find their way to the two little spots on his neck, because all he would be able to do then would be to shake his head indignantly, and that didn’t sound like very much fun at the moment.

Dipping his head to the water he blew, watching as small little waves brushed the surface like the breeze was doing. Such pretty little things, ripples were. Bringing his head back up he glanced around, bored already with this peace. Where were the others, hm? Where was the fun? He was already wore out of this calm, peaceful relaxation stuff. ”Hello-oo!” he shouted out, in a sing-song voice. ”Anybody out there?” Now he was feeling just plain lonely. Darn.

[[R].ebel]

The Pool of Peace had certainly earned a rightful name; the peace & serenity was unmatched by none. A quiet, clear pool of water sitting so still amongst a small forest, hiding from the world to keep its peace. It was here, a certain freckled equine spent much of his time. One could not appreciate the beauty and peace of the pool by rushing by it; they needed to stop and look, to feel the soft wind and hear the soft sounds. Rumor had it, that if you payed attention closely enough, you could hear the thundering hooves of horses passed, or even hear thier voices. There had been times he had heard certain mustangs have seen the reflection of a fallen mustang in the pool. Such unworldly rumors did not bother him, however, as he found it comforting that perhaps there was a life after death.

For the most part, Masurao was alone. It was not uncommon to find the strawberry roan to be alone; his nature just called for less time with others. Despite belonging to a small band of rouges, many would not know it due to his solitary nature. One might would even question his motives, but any knowing Masurao would know he has not a bad bone in his body. A cry for help is his drug and aiding to those in need, his addiction. It was a natural born nature to help, but unlike many, this stallion took no praise for helping another. Instead he relied on his self-taught ability to step lightly and quietly, slipping to and fro without a noise to hide his identity. It was this trait that normally gave him the ability to scare others when suddenly 'appearing' out of no where, although normally Masurao only did it by accident.

His peaceful grazing suddenly interupted, Masurao lifted his head quickly to listen, ears pricked towards the pool, which was hidden from his view. Masurao had chosen to graze in the shelter of the forest, out of sight from others, but someone else had ventured here. He could hear thier hoofbeats.... prancing? Cocking an eye in suspicion and wonder, he couldn't help but be curious as to who was here, but Masurao had long before learned never to run out into a situation. Silent as the grave, the red roan stepped lightly through the forest, careful not to step on any fallen branches or twigs to lose his element of surprise. However, before he could reach the edge of the forest, a noise rang in his ears, 'Hello-oo! Anybody out there?' Of course, Masurao knew that voice. Only vaguely as he hadn't talked much with the colt, but it was a fellow Viajeros, To- Ton... Something, he couldn't remember. Masurao hadn't had a conversation with him, but he figured starting one know wouldn't hurt. Absentmindedly, Masurao moved quietly through the remainder of the forest, coming out on the backside of the colt; yes, Masurao still referred to him as a colt, not yet a stallion but almost there.

"More like Nobody." Masurao replied with a smile. "Greetings. What brings you to the Pool of Peace?"

[moonwolf]

The colt wasn’t particularly the brightest nor the most observant of things – had he been, he might’ve noticed that the place around him did indeed feel like it was harbouring someone else as well, rather than feeling the need to shout it to the world. A bit more observation on his part might’ve taught him that he knew the other horse, if sparingly, from Los Viajeros. And yet he remained entirely oblivious to the other horse in the way of his conscious thought. Tsk, tsk.

As it were, he jumped when the other horse spoke, and whipped himself around to face him, standing at attention and smiling like a loon. Nobody? He could make no sense of that sort of greeting and smoothed on over it, deciding, as usual, to talk instead. ”Hello to you to!” He would have added a name but his memory just about matched his observational skills – in that, he had none. Tonake smiled again, and perked up to answer. ”Nothing much, honestly, simply a search for some sort of pleasant company. And you?”

Perky, none to say the least, he tried to rack his brains to remember the stallion’s name, hoping he didn’t have to come up with the unpleasant prospect of having to be reintroduced to someone he had already met. Ah, well. He gave it up as a bad job and hoped it would come to him some other way at least.

[[R].ebel]

It seemed that Masurao's 'sudden' appearence had startled the colt; something Masurao was used to seeing. So, he waited for the colt to calm himself, which did not take long at all and Masurao was jolted into a conversation with the fellow rogue. 'Hello to you to!' A bit of a childish greeting, but Masurao found a comforting humor in the colt. On the verge of being a stallion and yet holding on to that colt-like quality. 'Nothing much, honestly, simply a search for some sort of pleasant company. And you?' With an understanding nod and a smile, the red roan replied to the colt.

"I was in the area finding a bit of grass to eat before the heat of the day came. It's a bit hard to find shelter from the mid-day sun."

Being a rogue meant having to acustom ones self to the harsher life given to them. It wasn't unbearable for Masurao; he quite enjoyed the challenges that came with the title, but even he could not deny the hardships endured. A name; Masurao still had no name for the colt, in fact, he could not recall ever telling his name either. Masurao decided it wouldn't hurt to introduce himself, even if the colt did know him, at least then he could perhaps learn the colt's name.

"It would seem strange that we share a band and not know one another's name. They call me Masurao."

[moonwolf]

As bouncy as the young horse was, he at least seemed to calm himself down long enough to stand still across from the roan stallion, this fellow band member of his whose name, unfortunately, escaped him. Granted he’s not all dolt, obviously to be surviving in a rather harsh environment – that is, one outside of a herd – he has some sense of self and even if he isn’t the most knowledgeable in his conscious mind his intuition at least gives him some hope. Flicking his ears to get rid of a small fly that had seen fit to lodge itself in that general area, he appeared the picture of childish attention, listening to the other speak. Hopeful, as it were, to figure out his name.

He nodded his head, understanding exactly what the other stallion was talking about. Oh, plenty of shade in the morning and afternoon, but in the middle of the day the trees seemed to shrink away from the heat themselves, offering even less relief especially if you were a larger animal. Herds had their lands, but as travelers, they did not, and so must have accustomed themselves to each and every environmental mishap. Tonake hadn’t become a rogue because he didn’t like the herd setting or even because he actually wanted a challenge in his life – it was simply that he didn’t want to be stuck with the same horses day in and day out, and sure, sometimes there were lonely days for him but he could handle them alright if it meant his lifestyle would refrain from the monotonous.

And good! Great! Excellent! He had a name for the stallion now. Masurao. Interesting name, interesting looking horse. Easy enough to remember! Now that he had that etched somewhere in the shambles of his mind he spoke. ”It is… er, was strange. My name is Tonake.” He bowed his head just slightly, in a polite manner.

[[R].ebel]

'It is… er, was strange. My name is Tonake.'

"Pleasure to officially meet you, Tonake."

Tonake, that was it. Masurao knew it had started with a 'T'. Now, he finally had a name for the face. The red roan nodded his head in acknowledgment of his name, making sure to remember it for the future. If they were to be band members, he would need to know his friends from his foes. This reminded Masurao of thier leader, Garridan, and he couldn't help but wonder where he could be.

"You haven't seen Garridan recently have you?"

ooc: I sorry!! It be horrible post! But I has muse block! D=

[moonwolf]

Good, now he had a name for this fellow band member, something to call him by and the other has something to call him by. Masurao… Eh. Too long. He mentally shortened it to Masu and left it at that for his thoughts, making sure he’d use his full name when simply addressing him… or not. ”Pleasure to meet you too, Masurao. But, er… do you think I could just call you Masu? You are just as free to call me by whatever you want, Ton, Tona, Ke… other things.” He trailed off with a hint of uncertainty but ended with a quick smile and his mane flopping over his forehead in the most annoying of positions.

He tilted his head slightly, freeing his ears of a few pieces of his mane and listening to Masu’s question. ”Ah, no, unfortunately. I was kind of hoping the band would all end up meeting together sometime soon, haven’t really seen anybody around all too much.” Hm, Garridan was off somewhere, but he had no idea where. The single problem with being a rogue even in a band, you hardly know where anyone is!



Notes///No problemo. My muse was rather dead on this too xD But no worriess.

[[R].ebel]

Pleasure to meet you too, Masurao. But, er… do you think I could just call you Masu? You are just as free to call me by whatever you want, Ton, Tona, Ke… other things.

Masu? In all his life, Masurao had never had anyone call him 'Masu', aside from a long lost friend from his chilhood... it brought back memories of the filly, and Masurao was lost in a thoughtful gaze for a moment... Quickly realizing he had been asked a question, Masurao nodded his head in response to Tonake.

"Masu is fine. It's a bit easier to remember too."

The roan gave a smile, knowing his name was a bit unusual. Though given the offer to call Tonake by a nickname, Masurao decided at least for now, he would stick with 'Tonake'. It seemed more formal for the time being, but perhaps, as they became closer as friends, he would keep the offered nicknames in mind.

Ah, no, unfortunately. I was kind of hoping the band would all end up meeting together sometime soon, haven’t really seen anybody around all too much

"Same here, Tonake. Maybe we should go search for him. I'm sure he's fine, but as members of the herd, we should still be alert for our leader. I know a few places to check near by."

The red roan started at a walk towards the direction of the canyon, a place he had seen Garridan around quite a few times, leaving the option open for Tonake to follow, however, it would be nice to have the company of the colt.

[[esperanza]]

{OOC//What happened to moonwolf? O.o}

[[R].ebel]

ooc:: I don't know. o.o I must be scaring people off.... Rogue left too... =/

[[esperanza]]

{Scary Rebel strikes again. o.o No, I don't think it's your fault, it just really, really, really irks me that they left without a word.}