:Just A Wanderer:

Name:Dark Dreams
Age:6
Gender:Mare
Color:Jet black,long
Mane/tail:Jet black,long
Personality-Haunting,Mysterious,Quiet.
Extra:Horrid,Horrid,Horrid past...
Height-Tall, 18.7
Song-

Pic-

Dreams walked slowly on the shore. Her hooves dragging in the thick sand. The moon casted it's dim shadow over the small bay.Her mane fluttered briskly in the fierce winds of high tide...Dream wasen't ordinary, and never will be. HEr coat glowed jet black. She was like a ghost wandering an abandoned graveyard.Just not wanting ro be bothered.She breathed slowly as her tail casted out into the air behins her.With no expresstions, she stopped and lye down. Her boddy bluntly hit the ground, her hooves were swallowed by water as she kept her head up, just watching.

Name: Wanderer of the Willows
Age: 5
Gender:Mare
Color: See pic
Mane/tail: auburn/red
Personality- Shy around stallions and headstrong around mare.s She feels like she alwasy has to make a good first impression, and relies on practically everyone.
Extra: She was born to the wild and soon was captured and set into an auction house. A horse slaughterer bought her, but another man saw her before it was too late and named her "Wanderer of the Willows" because he found her under a willow tree on her last day of freedom at the slaughter farm. He bought the foal home, raised her and set her into the wild when she matured.
Height-Tall, 18.7
Songs-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GMcye0oz-A[/youtube]
Or:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfyPxvdmwv0[/youtube]
Pic-

Dreams watchd the ocean slow to low tide, it's salty mist covering her body. Her mane covered with specks of yellow tinted sand. Her hooves and thick feathering were soaked, and her ears lye flat against her head.nose breathing in the cool air, moon shine bright yet dim.

Willow saw a black mare and narrowed her eyes, not wanting a fight, She walked closer and after the mist cleared up alittle she realized the mare was stronger and taller than she had thought. She didn't dare say a word, jsut soundlessly walk into the water, something finally soothing her frayed nerves.

Dream slowly flattened her ears harder at another shound entering the water. She glanced her eyes at the bright colored mare, then flopped her head onto the ground. She sighed then stood, shaking her onyx coat. Sand flew, and her mane bobbed and whipped. The snorted quietly, and walked in the oppasite way.

Willow, who forgot the water was salty, bent over an drank some water. In a flash, she reared up, water spraying from her mouth. She came down with a large SPLASH!, that got her wet and sticky with salt water. Willow groaned and walked closer to the foreign mare. "Hello," she said gruffly, "Who are you? My name's Wanderer of the Willows."

Dreams glickly glared at her, her eyes slightyl red from being bloodshot.She paused for a moment. Her glare as eerie as a tornado's winds. She looked forwards and kept walking, leting the spray of the ocean's water crumble and melt from her coat.

Willow narrowed her eyes. What was wrong with this mare? Her willingness to make a friend let her easily slosh after the black mare. "Are you alright?" The mare looked differenr -- eerie enough to belnd in with the beach nonchalantly.

Name: Dark Mist
Age: 5
Gender:Stallion
Color: Grey
Mane/tail: Blackish Grey
Personality:Um...
Extra: None
Height-18.8
Songs-It's My Time-3 Doors Down

She didin't bother turning her head back at the mare, She snorted and tossded her head to look at the moon, it's shadow on the shore. Her coat as black at her heart, she was lone, and would attack anyone who got on her nervs.

Dark snorted and turned to the beach. He walked to it and sighed.

Slowly, she walked forwards, in an uneasy pace. She looked like she was angry, her mane blasted backwards in the salt tainted wind.

Dark turned and saw Dreams. He turned back around and walked along the beach, his mane and tail flowing behind him.

She ignored everything around her, in the dim light of the moon, she walked into the calmer water, the waves rolled over her legs, soaking her feathers and ends of her mane and tail, She sighed and looked at the open body of water. The moon showed it's glow into it, Making the scales of slow moving fish gleam, she snorted the salt from her nose and shut her eyes.

Willow looked from the mare over to the stallion, eager to make a new friend, she walked over to him carefully. She wasn't sure if he was a nice horse, or a mean horse. "Hello! My name's Willow! What's your name?" Her bubbly personality was easily shone through her wide smile.

Dreams rolled her eyes slowly, then a flash of the past screamed through her head, the chains of the slaughter house, tight on her neck, the strain on her throat, the knife piercing her back leg, she shuddered and snorted to herself. She was paranoyd. She shook her mane and sat in the low tire, waves washing over her coat slowly.

Willow turned around to see Dreams, who seemed alittle uneasy. So what if the mare ignored her? She just wanted to see if she was okay. "Are you okay?" She asked quickly, turning away from Dark.

Tide*

She looked at the mare and mumbled 'fine' she closed her eyes again, then let the Waves take her mane and pull it over and into the water.

"Hello Willow, I'm Dark Mist." He bowed and a smiled spread across his face.

Willow blinked in confusion at the mysterious mare when she heard Dark Mist talk to her from behind. She turned around in the belly-high water. "Dark Mist," she repeated. "Nice name. My full name is Wanderer of the Willows, but that's a mouthful." She was glad that she was talking to a potential friend.

Dark nodded in agreement and walked into a shallower part of the water.

Willow decided that Dark wanted to be alone, but she followed behind, alittle away from him. "Can I can you Dark for short?" She asked quickly, glancing over to the silent mare. Why was she so mysterious and quiet?

"Of course." He smiled and nodded, turning to her. He nodded towards the other mare. "Who's she?" He asked quietly.

Willow laughed, "My question exactly. I don't know who she is, either."