On came her time of heat. And with it, the desire to mutilate those around her. Instead of hanging around others and thus flirting with fate, Melanie went far, far away. The vast prairie stretched before her, golden stalks brushing against her dark legs. The cloudy sky produced almost chilly temperatures, but Melanie didn't mind. It fit her mood, cold, angry, and alone. Heavy footsteps carried her deeper into the nothingness, great body moving with the easy motion of the walk. The grass whispered against her feet, protesting the heavy weight she inflicted upon it. Melanie glanced with amusement, wondering if the yellowed grass really did complain, or if it took the abuse without feeling.

Melanie lowered her head, nosing around in the golden grass. Near the bottom of the old, yellowed stalks was the beginning of more, but it was green, tender, and short. She began to graze, having to move constantly because it was thin and short, but covering the ground. It wasn't lush here, but she didn't mind. The grass kept her company, the clouds stopped the heat from covering her dark coat in a thin layer of sweat. Oh, excuse me. Melanie's mother preferred to say that mares didn't sweat, they glistened. So Melanie was glad the clouds covered the sun, keeping her from "glistening" with a thin layer of moisture. Mare flicked her tail in amusement, content with her own company. She didn't have too much time with her mother, because the humans liked to separate mares and foals earlier than nature did.

Massive mare was a beautiful dark brown color, her hide stretched out on a tall, heavy set frame. Quite obviously, Melanie was built for power, and a lot of it, instead of speed or agility. Give her a cougar to crush and she'd do it. Give her instead a pack of wolves to outrun, and she'd probably die without help. But not before crushing a few of them before they teamed up to drag her down. Her large, round hooves were feathered in a flaxen blonde, and her mane and tail were a startling white. She rather liked the way she looked, even if she didn't fit into the typical delicate, sweet, slender mare category. She had never much cared for mares like that, especially when they looked down (figuratively, that is) on her because she wasn't beautiful in the way they were. She was tall, bulky, and strong. She wasn't going to apologize for it.

Monte Cristo

A chestnut coat roaned white emerged into edicious steppe. Dark, sharp hooves moved through the rough, unruly grass that sprang up here and there in ugly, mud yellow patches. Dark, unreadable eyes scanned the surroundings with both satisfaction and dissatisfaction. It didn't seem like anyone was there, so he was alone. The clouds weren't the wispy, disgustingly 'dreamy' clouds that floated like cotton in the sky. They were dark, thick, and depressing. Saturnine, like him. Lately, he hadn't been able to be alone. Well, he had, but technically there were too many animals in the place he called his kingdom. Far too many. He'd literally spent days, weeks even, mutilating and ending the worthless lives of foxes in the woods. Gradually though, the ones that remained had decided to make sure to stay out of his way.

His forelock covered his eyes, and purposely. Though it obviously wasn't to appear dashing or any of those stupid things that stallions tried to pull off all the time. It was for the purpose of a veil. It foiled all attempts of those ridiculous stare into eye things that so annoyed him. The one equine that was allowed to do those wasn't beside him right now so it didn't matter. He glared at the yellow before him, annoyed. Prowling through the grass, he snapped at a snake that had been curled up waiting to strike. Somehow, it drew blood. Cristo gave it a passing glance, passive and not very surprised at the pitiful scene it gave at the loss of blood.

Suddenly a scent hit his nose like a slap. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, the Clydesdale glanced around in a more careful manner, stripping away the scenery mentally to find the mare. A dark brown form was meandering in the grass, large and bulky. She was another draft, and the thought of anyone in his way annoyed the beast.