A black Andalusian, with it's head painted white and having white dots on it's coat, trotted in the shadows of a tree. The stallion slowly gazed around, then came into the open. He snorted, pawing the ground. Glancing around occasionally, but then began to graze. The silent stallion would look up, then continue his grazing. As the sun shined down on his ebony, snow-dotted coat, he shook his creamy-brown mixed mane, flicking his tail to the side. His brown orbs making sure of his surroundings, nothing out of the ordinary, he was calm for now. As he grazed, he'd flick his creamy tail side to side, as if he waited for something interesting in his life to happen for once.

The Andalusian stallion laid down, nipping at the grass, a butterfly quietly landing nearby. He looked at the butterfly, then at a bird. He snorted lightly, liking his surroundings. He stood up again, walking over to the shadows of an apple tree, looking up at an apple hanging from the branches. The stallion shook his head, thinking twice, being smarter than usual. Most would've reared up, grabbing the apple, but no, he refused to do so. He flicked his tail again, shaking his mane, then resumed to his grazing, only underneath the shadows of the apple tree. His white face, spots, and creamy tail, possibly giving himself away to any human passing by.

Indigo's sickness had long since passed, and she was ready to start her mustang capturing again. A gentle woman she was, with a gentle soul and a gentle hand. It obviously reflected in the way she trained horses as well. And the way her horses reacted towards her. The one she was riding now had been a close friend for an extremely long time. Rocky was his name. A large, blanketed Appaloosa who would do anything for the female.

Indigo and Rocky had been out for their normal, bareback ride, when Rocky decided to take Indigo to the Plains. It seemed he had sensed there was a horse there. They stayed out in the distance for a while. Rocky walked the perimeter while Indigo gazed around. She always carried a lasso with her, wherever she went, and when she spotted the gorgeous Andalusian, she patted Rocky. "Nice find boy.." He nickered in response as she gently nudged him with her heals. That was all the encouragement Rocky needed, they had captured many horses together in the past, and he had it down now.

Long, white legs ate up the ground as he pounded towards the horse. He slowly stopped when he came within a 20 foot distance from him. He let out a whinny, showing they were there. "Hello. My name is Rocky, and this human is Indigo. We have come to offer you a home at our stables. It's quite lovely really, and we are giving you the chance to come along peacefully with us. And if you refuse, we will be forced to capture you ourselves." Tone remained light as he watched the stallion. Indigo and Rocky always let the horse decide first, but if they really wanted one, they would take matters into their own hands (/hooves) should the horse refuse.