The Black's land.

[zephinia]

The Black trotted in to his new land. The mountains and hill seemed to go on forever. He smiled as a breeze swept his mane and tail gently. He reared and let out a shrill cry that this was his land. He let his daggers hit the ground hard and he smiled. He was so happy he finally had land to rasie a herd on. Birds flew above him and wildlife seemed to whisper everywhere. He found some grass. He trotted to it and began to graze. The sweet taste of the grass filled his mouth. He lifted his head and looked around. This was his land, he thought. He smiled and reared again this time shaking his head wildly.

[Hazel]

A lithe white and black mare trotted onto the land. She had heard the cry of a stag and wanted to see who it was. She saw the black horse. He was gorgeous. She whinnied to him. Her body was covered in little black spots. She looked a bit like a horse version of a dalmation.

[zephinia]

He heard her and turned to her. Her figure gleamed in his pools and her gorgeous eyes sparkled with the sun. Hello fine vix. he said, bowing low.

[Hazel]

(i made your post better by correcting some mis-spelt words and making your speech into bold.)
Hello to you too, sir. My name is Wind Singer of the Oregon Valley. I have traveled a long way to get here. May I join you as one of your herd here on your land? she asked with a bit of a texas accent.

[ares]

OOC: I thought Rainn was lead mare with Leo

[Hazel]

(yea... I meant to write Wind Singer but it was an accident and I wrote Christmas Rain instead)

[zephinia]

He smiled. Of course I will. I would be honore if you were to join me on this wonderous land. Why you should be sheltered by many stallions.