Murhes did consider himself a fairly young horse still - the thick woodlands forced horses to take their time, growing and learning how to move in the thick woods and survive on the little food that was to be found in between dry, dark thickets. He did have the stamina and the skill to move through the woods and keep his direction. After the older black stallion stayed behind, Murhes picked up his pace to an easy but fast enough trot. The pines turned to ash, aspen and fir trees as the forest deepend and the ground became damp and flat. The wilderness thickened.
He did consider himself a fairly young horse, but he was no colt
, no. He did know a thing or two about mares and the sound and scent of such rare encounters. So, when Murhes heard the moss and lichen crunching under someone's hooves and smelled that it was another horse, he slowed his trot down slightly and tried to look around for the source of the sounds. His mission from the older black stallion was hardly a wildfire that chased him - a little break was his for taking if he so wished.
The fir trees parted as Murhes walked closer, snorting softly not to scare the stranger away. Gold and white coat had a bright sheen in the sunshine that broke through leaves and branches above. Between heathers and blueberries she stood - a golden pied mare, a bit taller than Murhes himself, her mane looped to keep it from tangling in the bushes. Like a shining huldra that would suddenly dance from the woods and lead travellers astray. She looked up from her lunch, and Murhes thought that she might have been hiding a cheeky little smile as her ears perked towards him."Hello, mister,"
the lone mare greeted him, and Murhes rounded out his posture immediately, stretching his slow jog out into a bit flashier trot again, to run a little loop beside her. She seemed amused enough."Hello, fair maid,"
he replied with a soft, low nicker. "I am off to meet the kings of the land, but you are free to join me,"
Murhes added, because certainly a mission of such importance would impress her, wouldn't it? She tilted her head, looking like she was considering the offer."Or, we could meet again after I have carried out the message,"
Murhes suggested. The mare snorted out a little laugh.(406 words)
You venture through the forest in the search of the kings of the land of Holt, the thick greenery covers everything almost appearing as a wall. You notice a tail from behind a bush and check what is it as you were curious. It's another horse, loner without a band. Looking at you with a cheeky smile, seems like someone likes what they see. You:1. Try to claim the loner (100/1000 chance)
2. Chase the loner!
Gender : Mare
Age : 5 y/o
Color : Gold Champagne Splash Overo Flaxen carrier
Geno : ee/Ata/nCh/SplSpl/nO/nf
(Breed/build depicted: something like an irish-based georgian grande)