The burly,over built black freisan stallion trotted into view,his muscles rippling at ease underneath the black flesh and hair. He tossed his large head,his mane lifting to reveal the brillant crimson orbs glowing darkly beneath the hair. His ivories dug deep into the dry dirt,ripping any roots that dare stray from the plants they were attached to. He opened his maw and let out a whistle that peirced the ears of anyone near. The light sound of pounding hooves brought any horse within radius to attention. Moments later,three mares were coming up over the hill to the stallion,colour contrasts brillant as they stood side by side as sisters. A bay thoroughbred who stood at 16.7 hands high. A chestnut overo indian pony who stood about 15.3 hands high. A grey arabian who stood 16.4 hands high. But a fourth trotted up from the other side of the hil to the stallion,the lead fae. A brunblakk fjord mare who stood 14.5 hands high. She snorted,her nostrils flaring as they took in the dusty,arid air. She tossed her mane which bellowed in the hot breze. She shifted to place her weight on her right side,her head laid over her mate's side as he snorted lightly. He slipped out from underneath her and went behind her. He mounted,pumping in what was needed and dismounted. The lead mare rolled to make sure it was planted deep enough. She stood and sniffed the air again,and the group moved farther down the valley into the tall grass of yellow where they grazed for a while.

Dante snorted,whinnying to Jaden before he spoke,"Hello. May I ask what you may be wanting?"His harsh voice eroded.