On the prowl (RedWine and Marauder)

[sat]

Marauder had only spent about a week around Epona, he was doing two things at once. The first was looking for a suitable land to claim and keep his harem of mares in, and the second was looking for mares to add to his said harem. The large 18 hh sorrel roan Belgian had heard that the Darkened Valley was a good spot in picking up mare's and even forcing them to come with you if they tried to resist. Ah, force claiming it could show Marauder just what kind of dam that would provide him with his foals. The harder they fought then the better offspring and chances of it surviving. He tilted his head up and back and started to sniff the air, there was a few mares around but none in sight. That was fine with Mardy as it gave him a chance to pick a spot to settle down and wait for his prey to pass by and to get closer. 

 He knew that if any light breed mares even got a wiff of him they would be gone and he would never be able to keep up, let alone over take them with his big clunky draft build. The only chance was an ambush and surprise. He also didn't care what they was be it grass, mix like him or carny, as long as they was young, healthy and foal bearing age was good enough for the massive Belgian. Once he got a few mares he would then claim a land. Marauder knew that there was a mare and she was near he just had to wait until she came into view. He could hardly wait as he was one step closer to one of his goals. Mardy was hoping that this mare had some draft blood in her, that way she would have an easier time when it came to carrying Marauders little demon. He done one last sniff of the air just to make sure his mind was not playing tricks on him, nope there the scent was and it was stronger than before, that only meant that she was getting closer. He then looked forward to the bend that she would be comming around and into his view.   

[Amria]

The mare was sure a site to see, stuck out something like a sore thumb but not in her eyes and much like her father she was desired, wild and a spit fire. With a snort she clamped her jaws and kicked up her heels making sure to hold on to her recent prize, its fur of white now stained red and there was a wicked gleam in her piercing blues. She pushed her frame into a faster gait as she tossed her crown and let go throwing the rabbit a few feet ahead, racing after it she scooped it up and tossed into the air catching it once more, no one ever said she was very lady like when it came to her food and she always just had a fascination with play with said food, whether alive or dead it was all the same to her. She snickered and caught the scent of another equine and slowed to a trot, deciding if she should investigate or not and ultimately decided to do just that. Crown raised high, rabbit hang out of her maw she trotted forward and at first didn’t see him but then she did, he really didn’t hide all that well. Tossing the rabbit to the side, she stopped and squared herself. “Hey hot stuff I can see you.” She snorted with a toss of her crown, “Names RedWine but call me Red.” She spoke with a tone laced with sultry and fire, she wasn’t afraid of him and would willingly go with him if she was allowed to be left alone and to her own doings, she wasn’t one who needed to be smothered, she had her fathers blood coursing violently through her and on a dime she could switch from loved to feared. Icey blues stared at him waiting.