Private rp Daphne101 and Oswin

I made it Oswin. You can start first there in a lonely snow covered field with pine trees in the distant and a pond near the other side.

(horses, right? Sorry xD)

Yes horses and they can be with like one or two friends.

Me male right? I forgot everything sorry.

It's okay your the male and the meadow is where other horses come to find a mate.

Okay then.

A dark figure moved in the early morning, the sun just peeping over the pine trees in the distance. The figure moved elegantly towards the cool pond, dipping it's head a lapping up some water, cool before the sun had risen to warm it. After soothing it's throat, the dark figure moved off towards a stand of trees hiding a rock hill. Slipping through the trees, the dark figure entered a hidden cave among the rocks, sweet grass growing within its dark depths. After eating a little grass, the figure moved farther back and laid its body on a soft mossy bed. It only went out at night. It was far better than, all asleep and no one knowing it existed.

A brownish colored figure moved in the meadow with her grayish and creamish colored friends. The brownish furred horse blinked her brown eyes at the pond and walked over quietly with her two friends Comere the grayish one and the creamish-yellowish colored one Sundance. Cymbal the bay colored mare walked to the pond and bent her neck down drinking the cold water with her two friends. Finally after she got her drink she walked to the middle of the meadow and laid down looking around wondering when the stallion's or other mare would show up.

The dark figure's nose twitched as the scent of mares hit him. Why did I have to choose this meadow to be my home? At least I'm nocturnal. The figure shifted his position, then stood to peer out of the cave. A bay mare, a cream mare, and a grey mare. Hmph, he snorted, turning back to his bed and laying down. The flaxen liver chestnut stallion couldn't stand the thought of other horses in his meadow without invitation. Why did horses choose this valley anyway to be the mating area? With another huff, he turned his back on the entrance and fell asleep.

A few seconds later, the dark horse woke again. Why lay in here while others paraded around his meadow? He should make an appearance! No mates for this horse, though. So the dark horse stood and walked out of the cave, hooves clopping as soon as the cave's grass faded to rough stone. He penetrated through the stand of trees, and ignoring the mares, headed for the pond again. His throat was parched once more, the small puddle/pond in his cave having dried up.

Cymbal the brownish mare lifted her head seeing a black stallion and seeing that her friends were asleep she smiled getting up and walking over. The brown mare stopped looking at the black stallion "H-Hello..." she said looking at his dark colored body and snorted at him softly. Cymbal looked at him and his dark eyes and lifted a hoof then stamped it into the ground softly. "im Cymbal and you are?" she said tilting her head and black mane falling into her face and over her ears.

Cymbal the brownish mare lifted her head seeing a black stallion and seeing that her friends were asleep she smiled getting up and walking over. The brown mare stopped looking at the black stallion "H-Hello..." she said looking at his dark colored body and snorted at him softly. Cymbal looked at him and his dark eyes and lifted a hoof then stamped it into the ground softly. "im Cymbal and you are?" she said tilting her head and black mane falling into her face and over her ears.

(He's a flaxen liver chestnut, not black ;D)

The stallion looked over his shoulder at the bay mare, snorted, and continued walking to the pond. He lapped up some water and turned to face her. You're in my meadow. I've had this meadow for a long time, and every year, horses flock here to "mate." It is very aggravating. Please, go prance along with your friends. He turned from her and continued to walk on. Mares, he thought, do not know how to read whether a horse doesn't want bothered or not.

(it says you posted but I don't see anything)

I posted though..)

Cymbal was taken back at the rudeness of the liver chestnut stallion and snorted "Fine then love wreaker" she said aloud and walked back to her friends and began to talk to them about the grumpy stallion she had met. Comere lifted her gray head "Is he cute?" she asked tilting her head to the side and looking at her friend.

The stallion couldn't help but chuckle at her angry words. An insult like that won't affect me. he mumbled to himself. How am I a love wreaker when all I've done is live here for years.... Before all these horses herded here to be annoying. He huffed. Mares were so annoying. But so were stallions. All horses were, really.

Vide (veed) clopped back to his cave, but then made a turn at the entrance. Soon, he stood on top of the hill, overlooking the entire meadow. Angry, as a stream of stallions and mares headed in from the direction of the pine grove in the distance, Vide kicked his front legs into the air, a wild stallion scream piercing the air.