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((I can't really do much with Moon right now, she's already waiting for responses from the pasture horses))

Moon snorted, her breath clearly visable in the cold winter air. She shivered and shook herself from head to tail and looked towards the town again. Her winter coat had long since grown in. She had been visiting the pasture horses frequently during the night and no longer opened the gate for them anymore. She sighed and huddled under her usual spot beneath the trees close to the town. She was nearly invisable in the fall of snow.

*Bullet was miles from civilization, he had just rounded a large bluff and was watching an old, quiet farm in the middle of nowhere. He could see one skinny dairy cow and an old stubborn bull, a whimsical little calf and five horses out in the open, a bell around each of their necks. Smoke billowed from the chimney and through a large window he could see a fire within the house, the old farmer and his wife and three daughters sitting around it. He trotted through the thin snow and came to a mare. He sniffed around her face and neck, and she did the same. Bullet's mare snorted and nosed another mare. However, the old stallion of the four mares didn't find this pleasing. He sniffed the breeze for a moment and suddenly sprang towards Bullet like pegasus from Medusa's severed head. He pawed the snow, sending it flying and snorted repeatedly. Bullet stepped forward and reared, striking the old gray stallion on the neck. The two battled and fought with no tire as if they were both spry and young, Bullet bit and the gray kicked and pawed, blood was staining the snow and their coats and driving the mares farther away, their ears back, not used to action and energy.*

*With the arising of violent jingling from the bells around the horses' necks, the old farmer and a girl soon emerged from their cozy home. With a pitchfork in hand, the bundled farmer angril shook it at the wild stallion and thretaned him back like a lion tamer. Bullet reared, his ears pinned back and pawed at the farmer, breaking the old man's brittle bones. As the girl rushed in to help, bullet threw the gray stallion to the ground and rounded off all the mares he could convince to come with him. When he made his way out of sight with his prize, only one mare remained, an old brood, her back dipping and her head hanging low, licking the snow for water.*

*The youngest mare, Sylvia, was two and a mishapen appaloosa. She had irritated, mottled and flaky skin with patchy fur, and the look of sunburn wherever fur didn't grow. She had been in a fire a year ago, and walked with a limp from a previously broken hind leg. She had a black coat and a gray mane and tail, with four white stockings and a little snip on the end of her nose.

The second mare was only a few months older, she was a light, mousy brown with taupe mane and tail and no white anywhere, except for the snowcap on her tail. She had never been named, but the farmer's youngest daughter had always called her Molly

The third mare, Duchess, was a docile and gentle creature. She had never even been known to rear. At eight years old, she was aging beautifuly, like a fine wine and had a lovely arabian figure. She was fleabitten and wonderfuly tamed, not used to any life without man in it.

And the fourth, she was purely black with not even one brown hair, she had clean-cut legs with four white stockings and a bald face, affectionately named Redolent.

The four new mares and Bullet's old one followed after him, galloping back towards the bluffs and towards the town.*

((I forgot to mention this, Angel, but you can control Jane, it's just that I'm controlling a bit of what she does, too, so that I can put her into labor and such, I'd like for it to be a little bit historically accurate and I have a surprise in store for her birth.))

An albino stallion stood still in the deep snow, out in the open. His long tangle mane, fell down to his shoulder, his icy tail not to far away to touch the ground. His clear blue eyes scaned the distance, looking for any danger. He was almost invisable in the snow, and blended in with it, just like any predator trying to catch his prey. He was muscular and strong looking. Light snowflakes fell from the blue sky, falling onto his coat. Though it didn't show. The air smelled clear, free from any danger. Well at least for now. Turning around, he sprung into a gratefull gallop, heading towards Moon.

Moon started awake at the sound of approaching hoofbeats, she had fallen asleep. He yawned and snorted, tossing her graceful head. He looked in the direction of the hoofbeats and swiveled her ears forward. She whinnied into the blinding snow, hoping to get a reply.

Moon snorted and shook her body from head to tail, ridding her coat of snow. She pawed at the ground, her ears pricked forward and her nostrils flaring. She nickered a few times then reared up and whinnied again in the direction she heard the other horse.