Who said it was easy?

[Riot]

Tobias shook his head, snorting as he came to a stop from the gallop in which had he entered the area. The small colt was stronger than when he had been a year ago, obviously, but that didn't mean that he could run forever and ever without getting tired. And when your mother, having led you here without telling you starts to run you off, complete with biting, you do run. Tobias didn't understand why she had done that - had he done something wrong? Or maybe it was a ritual of some sort, a coming of passage? Hmm...maybe someone would explain it to him?

His nostrils inhaled the scents of the area. There didn't seem to be much here, but there was the faint smell of other horses - some old, some young. Tobias had a feeling that, if he was going to try and figure out where he was and what the heck the issues were his mother had with him he should move to a more-populated area but was smart enough to know that you didn't just go wandering around places you didn't know - the way his luck was going, he'd probably end up in a ditch somewhere.

With one last look area to see if anyone was coming, the young colt walked over to a tree, to stand in the shade, catch his breath and maybe try and make sense of things.

ooc: very ew. *hasn't roleplayed horses in ages!* basically, tobey's mother kicked him out because she's moving to a new herd and doesn't want him to be hurt by the new stallion. tobey doesn't know that though. :3

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Lost saw the young brujo and wandered closer in curiousity. She called out softly to him and then stepped closer.

.[..].Hello.[..].

She said with a soft smile to him.

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[Riot]

Tobias had caught his breath sometime before the filly had approached, and had gone around several times in his head about his situation. It didn't seem like his mother was coming back for him, which made him feel slightly depressed, for lack of a better word. What was he supposed to do now, sit and wait around until..well, he didn't know what he was going to do now. He didn't even know why he was here. Snorting once more, the colt shook his head, trying once more to make sense of the situation.

Fortunately, something came along to distract him; someone calling to him. Almost jumping from the surprise of another voice, Tobias turned around and found a small filly facing him, with a smile on her maw.

"Hello," Tobias replied, with a small nicker, the thought of company momentarily pushing the thoughts of his situation out of his head. "I'm Tobias, who are you?"

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She moved closer to him with an easy, almost playfully step to her strides. Her orbs scanned over him and then the surroundings to make sure it was safe.


.[..]. I am Lost...no not that I'm lost...It's my name .[..].


She laughed and bobbed her crown slitly as she tripped over herself, but quickly recovered.


.[..]. What's Your name? .[..].


She asked, still laughing slitly.

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*sorry so museless*

[Riot]

Tobias tilted his head to the side a little in confusion (a common emotion for him at the moment, it seemed), didn't he just say his name? He could have sworn that he did, but....it didn't matter. Before he could repeat his name for the second time, Lost had tripped over her own hooves and Tobias couldn't help but snicker slightly. He didn't meant to sound cruel, but it did look slightly awkward. Besides, she had laughed too!

"I'm Tobias," he repeated, trotting over to the filly and nudging her slightly, in concern of his new...well, time would tell if they were friends, wouldn't it? "You OK? Whatcha doin' out here, anyway?"

*pokes stupid sickness* It took my muse away! Sorry it's short, I'm not meant to be on. ;D

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She looked down at her piston to see a little river of crimson ran down it. She laughed harder and then rolled over from his nudge. She smiled and got to her feet.

.[..]. Me? Yeah, Yeah I'm Okay .[..].

She nodded her crown as she did a body check. She scanned over her frame twice and then nodded.

.[..]. Yeah, I'm fie thanks .[..].

[Riot]

He had noticed the small increments of blood her leg, but what was he to do? She said she was fine, and Tobias had never really suffered an injury before nor seen much blood to know whether the injury was life-threatening or otherwise. Hey, he's no doctor!

"If you're sure you're 'kay," he said, with a small 'shrug', lowering his head to inspect the wound. If he had been a human, he would have scrunched up his face in disgust; it wasn't exactly a nice thing. "'Cause, y'know, it doesn't look very cool."

"Hey!" he said with a sudden rush of that excitement and adrenalin that foals, like children, seemed to inhabit. It would come on and off, spontaneously. A thought coming to mind, he raised his head back to the filly's level. "We should totally play a game. 'Cause there's nothing to do out here and what else is there better to do? Unless, y'know, if your leg hurts or your mum wants you or somethin'."

Tobias finished his sentence with a brief look around the area, looking for anyone who could possibly be Lost's mother, watching over her. His mother used to do that, before...just before...

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She saw him looking at her piston and looked down as well. She shrugged as well as her crowned rose. It was only a little cut, nothing big and it didnt hurt so therefore, it was okay..right? Yeah, yeah of course! She grinned and nodded softly. Yes, he is just overrating is all. Silly boy!


.[..]. I'm sure I'm fine. I've had way worse than this thing and I was okay .[..].


She nudged her muzzle at him slitly in a playfully way as she looked around after he said 'or if your mum wants you'. Her orbs scanned the area as he was and then turned back to him.

.[..]. I dunno...I donnot have a real mom...or well...she died along time ago .[...].

She looked down in her memories, or blur flashes of them. She coudn't really remember her mother. She looked up slitly, but her crown was mostly down as she mumbled only loud enouhg so he could hear.

.[..]. I'm adopted, I lost my mom along time ago ya see, but i dont think imma needed..sooo im game! .[..].

She suddenly lose her sad tone and pricked up. No point in being sad over something she's been sad over for a long time. She finally had someone to play with, she wasn't going to let this go to waste!

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*ewww im sorry this post is probably really random and all over the place in thought and act! i have no idea what thats all about sooo sorry*

[Riot]

Well, as long she says she's ok, then Tobey isn't going to let it worry his little head about it. He had just been about to speak, challenging her to a race (the game that he had decided on barely three seconds ago; simmer down, child!) , when she had spoken.

Huh. Soo...she was like him, then? Alone, for whatever reasons that fate had thrust upon them. Perhaps that's why she was out here, perhaps this was the place of lost kids. Or...who knew. At least she had someone, being adopted was better than being alone. It had been ages now, it didn't seem like his mother was coming back.

"Well, at least you've got your adopted mum, right? She's probably alright," Tobias said, thoughtfully. He was going to continue when he noticed that Lost had perked up, so he decided to drop it.

"Well, I'm game if you are...you're IT!" he said, then quickly, nudged her neck before quickly turning and cantering towards the open plains. He could go faster, the mustang blood in him urged him to go faster, but he was giving her a head start. Just because he's nice.



*pats on the head* I thought it was fine; besides, random posts are awesome! XD They make more sense than mine, lol.

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She looked at him with puzzled orbs almost. He, too, was abandoned! How do anyone leave a soul like his? He was a fine colt from what she could see. Hi did not deserve to be alone. He deserved a home, her home more than she did. He could stay with her, she didn't deserve a home after all. She deserved nothing more than rejection. She opened her maw as to speak her mind, but he already had the spotlight. She was it? What was this?


.[..]. I don't understand, Tobias! What is 'it'? .[..].


She called after him, bewildered. What was it? Why did he run? She galloped after him. Thoroughbred and Mustang blood ran through her veins as well as Warmblood. Speed and strength. She had no trouble catching up to him as she ran to his side.


.[..]. What are we doing? I don't understand at all! .[..].



Shesaid to him. She wanted so badly to understand what was happening. She felt so stupid. Why didn't she understand? She snorted in fustration and striked the earth beneath her frame more fiercy. Only for a few seconds did her fustration get the best of her. She soon calmed and slowed to her eased canter, still somewhat beside him.


.[..]. I am sorry I don't understand. I'm not used ta games like this, ya see .[..].


She tried ot explain herself quickly to him. She tried to save what respect he had for her before he left her due to her little knowledge of his games. She had a friend, a friend! She could not loose him now, no please not now. She needed someoen like him, who might understand her.

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[Riot]

The adrenalin pumped through the tiny mustang’s body, clouding his head and ridding it of anything else except the goal at hand: run, run as fast as you can, don’t stop. The voice of his ancestors drummed this in his head, and every muscle in his body forced him to obey the voice. He would run until---huh, what’s that? In the back of his mind, another voice flooded in. Lost? What was wrong, why did she sound so panicked? As much as is it was in his brain to run, it was also telling them that Lost needed help, which obviously came before galloping around like a rabid troll.

Tobias slowed back down to a canter in a mess of limbs, the dirt flying up from his hooves clouding in the young colt’s face. Shaking his head, he fell into stride beside her (though her 'breeding' probably gave her a larger stride than his) and slowed back to a trot. He couldn’t believe it – she didn’t know the game of tag! He wasn’t about to make a big deal of it, but only do what he felt was necessary: inform of his new friend on the good and quite important game of tag.

"Well, you're "it" because you're the one who has chase everyone. Then, y'know, you nip them or something, and that makes them "it" and then, y'know, they chase everyone else. The best part is the running, really," Tobias said. How could he explain it? It wasn't so much as a complicated game as it was that, in the heat of it all, explanations didn't matter. You ran, you chased, you had fun! "And the chasing, the chasing is really fun."

Tobias slowed back to a walk then a complete halt, waiting for Lost to slow and/or halt as well. "If you'd like, I could go first. Or we could play a game of yours, whatever you want. I'm not picky."

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BUDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!