Areo had finally reached the place he wanted to call his home for himself and Kipper, his daughter. Smiling fondly at her, he raised his muzzle to the sky and let loose a loud call that declared the land his and that he'd challenge anyone who wished to take it from him. Finishing his call, the stallion lowered his ebony face and nuzzled his daughter happily, grooming the wisps of her mane that flew away from the shimmering, blueish gray mass.

Kips smiled back at her father, feeling the steady grooming of her father's teeth. Looking around, she knew her father had chosen the right place for them to live. The scenery was gorgeous and the views were stunning. She already loved the crashing sounds as the waves pounded onto the shore and heard the cawing of a seagull. The girl wondered if she'd ever have any children, and if so, would they love this place as much as she already did, even after being there for only a couple minutes.

Nitika trudged through the watery sand of the beach. She could feel the water lick at her legs as it came to the shore. She left no tracks after the water retreated from around her. Her dainty ears flicked forward and back, catching the sounds around her. She was sure she had heard the call of another horse. She wondered if it was crazy to go towards a horse who had just staked a claim in the territory she was wandering in. What else would she do?

Nitika trotted on. She was coming to a point where the beach curved into a bay. A large, rocky wall hid the view of what lay within the bay. Nitika moved away from the water and onto dry sand. She trotted around the outcropping of rock and into the bay area. Her pace faultered as she caught sight of a black horse and a roan horse. She almost stopped but decided that she could not just stay alone her entire lifetime. She slowed to a walk. The two horses looked like they were having a personal moment. Nitika did not want to interrupt them. She stood in the middle of the beach, dancing in place. She was undecided if she should continue ahead and meet the pair or turn back and let them be.

Areo pulled away from Kipper as he scented the new mare in his area. Happily trotting toward her, he nickered a greeting, noticing she looked unsure. "Hello, there. I'm Areo and this is my land. Can I help you with something? What's your name?" he questioned, peering at her friendly and nice.

Kipper came trudging after her father, glancing excitedly around his large neck at the new girl. "Hello! I'm Kipper!" she said happily, her blue pools glowing with friendliness like her fathers. Kipper had a strange upside-down question mark on her face, though the dot was missing. The curly beginning curved around her left (your right) nostril and created an unearthly look to her features.

Nitika was glad that the stallion and mare did not seem hostile, but instead quite freindly. She decided to answer the stallion before adressing the mare. Hello. I am Nitika. I am sorry to have intruded on your land, she said letting her head lower in a show of respect for the stallions higher position. She let her eyes move to the young mare. I am glad to have met you both.

Angel wandered down the beach. Sniffing the water to see if she could drink it, but instead she smelt other horses. She had been wandering for days to find a place to call home, she had decided the beach was the best area, but to find other horses was a miracle to her. She couldn’t help but have excitement. She wandered down the beach further as the scent got stronger through her flaring nostrils. As she wandered down the beach some more, she soon spotted three horses standing on the beach. Angel tried her best to withdraw from galloping up to the horses, but instead she slowly trotted to not spook the horses or get into a fight. She wasn’t a confrontational horse, but couldn’t help herself when the right moment struck to open her mouth. As Angel approached the horses she heard them talking. “Hello, I hope I’m not intruding on something important. It’s been days since I’ve seen a horse. My name is Angel Eyes, but you can call me Angel.” Angel couldn’t help but smile at the horses to show that she was friendly and in no means to be in a fighting scene. Angel bowed to the other horses to show more respect. She wanted this to be her home and she would do anything to be a part of the land.