Warm brown eyes circled the area for no apparent reason, but they were. A black equine form walked down into the Shadowlands. She had recently turned 4 years old and was now looking for somewhere to live. She snorted and stamped a dagger against the ground, auds pinned back against her skull.

She was now waiting for someone to show up and bring her to his land. She didn't want to just be in a herd, she wanted a mate. She didn't like to be left forgotten in a big herd. She wanted a place in the herd.

Black Poison was here....

((Eek......! Short.))

The brute galloped through the land, obsidian banner waving behind his massive bod. Nares were flared to suck in the air needed to propel the stag forward. They breathed in, out. In....whoa, wait. Was that? Yes. The stallion halted and smirked. The scent of a mare, another one to add to his collection. Another one to have a little fun with. He cantered on and stopped in front of her.

"Greetings," he said, in a deep voice, fitting to his stature. "I am Black Onyx, ruler of the Deathtrap Riverbed. May I ask who you are?" He looked her over quickly, noting her dark color. Perfect. He looked back up at her.

OOC: Really crappy, but I don't have much time.

The femme snorted at the sight of the stallion as he came up in front of her. She looked the obsidian brute over and dug at the ground. So he was from the Deathtrap Riverbed? Never been there before. "Greetings," she said. "I'm Black Poisan."

((Sorry. Very low muse for her.))

Not very chatty, are we? the brute thought. Well, that's fine. No problem. "I'm guessing that you've come for a home. And I can give you one. You'll be loved, not forgotten like other stallion's herds. Maybe have your own foal. What do you say?" The stag watched to see what the mare's reaction would be.

You just get right to the point, she thought. She liked it when stallions get right to the point in things and not just sit there and chit chat all day till they get bored. "I guess I could go," she said. I don't know about the foal right now though. Maybe later, I thought. "Lead the way," she said, watching the brute, waiting for him to lead her to his land.

/OOC: Just go ahead and post her in his herd rp, muse for Onyx is low./