" Yeah, I'd rather die than lose my freedom. I could'nt live without all of this.." She pointed her dished arabian head toward the beautiful fields and sky that seem to go on for miles. "And thats why no human will every catch me." She added with a little arrogance in her voice.

"Fighting is always fun, but risking everything is a thrill. No human has been able to catch me and there won't ever be one who can." Senshi declared. "A weak little human can't keep me locked away in some small fenced in area. I was born free and I'll never lose my freedom." He shook his head, sending his mane flying. "If you're injured there's a better chance of getting caught."

She snorted and looked away Thinking about what he said. She turned back around hazel obs filled with thought. " Well, If you dont fight in the first place, then you will not get injured." She smiled as she made her point. Fighting is senseless anyway she thought.. " And I dont care how much a thrill it is, its still nonsense." She Shook her long black mane and Held her Dainty neck & head high.

Flint smiled gently at her, "You speak the truth, but stallions are far different than mares."

Senshi reluctantly nodded, agreeing with Flint. "Stallions fight for a reason. Some fight for land, mares, and power. While others fight for fun or amusement. Most mares don't need to fight." He snorted. "It doesn't matter if it's nonsense or not. The thrill of escaping the human's ropes and knowing they can't catch me is far more exciting than watching over a bunch of mares."

He grinned, "Exactly."

Grace pinned her ears back. " Well being around stallions all of the time is'nt exactly fun either." She Retorted.

Flint laughed, "Nither mares."

Senshi chuckled. "Being around you two is bad enough." He shook his head, his mane fallling back over his eyes. "Other stallions and mares both are annoying to be around."

Flint laughed, "Anyone can be annoying."

A young mare, about 4 years old walked up onto the hill that the two stallions, and mare were standing on. The sunlight shined on her ghostly white coat and her mane hung down long, brushing against her shoulder. Her tail grazed the soft ground as she walked. Her muzzle was a gentle pink color and her eyes a soft brown. She had excellent conformation and her neck was bent at a perfect arch. Her muscles rippled as she walked and she walked with a purpose. She reached the top, "Hello."

Grace Smiled softly at the new mare. " Hello." She replied.

Flint turned his head to the mare, "Hello, I am Flint."

She smiled at the mare first then the stallion, "I'm Star."

Senshi spotted the new mare and stomped a hoof. "Why do mares show up when I'm looking for a human?" His muscles shook as a fly landed on his shoulder, causing his ebony coat to shake.

Star shook her mane and rolled her eyes.

Senshi snorted and looked around. "It seems that we'll never solve our little arguement." he sighed. "Why do humans always show up when you don't want them to, but when you do they are no where to be seen?" he asked no one in particular.

Flint cocked his head, thinking about it and chuckled gently.