Little Pony [[OPEN]]

Flymo trotted towards the sunset, her palomino looked on fire in the setting sun and her creamy mane and tail had a goldy tinge to it from the rays of the fiery sun. She trotted around a lake and stopped to drink, her short legs bending slightly as she took gulps of fresh water at a time. She was a Timor Pony, being so short most got the impression of a cutey. She lifted her head and sighed, what a nice place to rest. Little did she know, it was owned by another horse......

Storm trotted around his territory, making sure everything was still in place. Everything was.. but a scent of a horse, a small horse. He galloped towards the scent to find a small mare grazing. "Uh.. Hi.. The name is Storm, owner of Sunset Lake, nice to meet you." He mumbled awkwardly.

Flymo raised her small head, a look of confusion upon her dainty little face. Oh... She mumbled, feeling a hot blush creep up her neck. Which was luckily hidden by a blazing palomino coat. My apologies! I thought this place was deserted, I didn't really notice the smell. She mused, smiling shyly at him. He towered over her head, she forced herself to take a step back. A tall stallion standing close to a Timor Pony, scary to such little heights.

"Uh.. Well your welcome to come back to camp if you want? Uh..." Storm smiled a bit and flicked his tail.

Flymo peered at him, but there was no hostile words and he seemed kind...she still wasn't sure but still, camp seemed ok. Oh..ok then She smiled, in her friendly way. My, my! Where are my manners! She seemed shocked at herself, The folk back at home called me Flymo, so..my name is Flymo! She snorted, no joke in here words but she still seemed amused at herself. Here she was, talking to a real stallion and she was babbling like some kind of fool! Oh well, she would get back on track soon.

"Nice to meet you Flymo.." Storm bowed and grinned at her, He pranced around ang grabbeed some grass, wondering what to do..

Flymo giggled at the bow, she was still cautious of him. She had just travelled from her home, never to return. She was quite familiar with the wild, it wasn't too different from home. But now she had arrived, she was unsure what all the fuss was about. Infact, it seemed exactly like home. Horses grazing and finding more food, to her, being ridden in competitions like those her dam told her about was quite alot more exciting. This had none of that. How I longed to be free... She murmured, staring into her reflection. It's not as good as what they say isn't it? She asked him, though she didn't know she was practically insulting him of everything he lived for. How wild horses despised humans.

"Well, it's rough, but you get the best feeling when your running in the wind.. I enjoy it." Storm smiled lobsidedly. He streched a bit, he probably be getting back to Firecracker soon. "Listen, if you would like, I have a camp, you are free you join us, but if you don't want to, you can roam the territory... Just keep yourself out of danger!' Storm winked and walked in a small circle.

Flymo nodded, but she still wasn't convinced. She didn't think she would ever be conviced that the wild was right for her. He offer was grand, a home, she nodded. I would like to meet this Firecracker. She mused, what an interesting name. Then again, they probably though Flymo was an interesting name as well. You like to run? Well, we run in the wind to you know, and we never do it alone. Carrying and pleasing our masters is what we love. Then later you get the most loveliest massage all over, thoroughly cleaned with brushes. You don't have to work for your food either. She bragged, her home was like that. Even when if was cold, the folks would come out and put a big rug on her, she never got skinny and she was always warm.

"Uh.. okay.." Storm didn't like the sound of a home. Instead he nudged the mare forward and galloped towards home.

Flymo followed, he seemed so hesitant about her saying about her home. As if it sounded like a prison, not a home. Maybe thats what they think of it as....a prison. Was it really that? Was Flymo fooled all these years? She liked the thought of running free, but she did that at home anyway. Then she remebered something, somethin that happened long ago. Flymo tripped, she faltered her gait but soon started to gallop again. She didn't know why, it just shocked her about her owners, or other owners. She shook it out of her mind and kept going, following the handsome stallion infront of her.

{~I'll repost in the other thread~}