She had been on the move for a while now, and she hadn't met any other horses since a few days ago. From the looks of it, it was a grey stallion, strong and muscular. Also, he looked mean.

He trotted down the hillside toward the mare, his head held high. His black eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood on a big outcropping. He lifted his head and trumpeted a cry, waiting to see what the mare would do

Lily backed away, ears still pricked, shivering a little. She hated stallions, even most other horses, so it was a miricle she was still alive.

Lily turned to run, but tripped over a stone, crying out in pain.

His ears pinned as he saw her trip, and he felt bad. He didn't mean to scare he. He cantered down the mountain, hesitating before going to help her up.

Lily scrambled up, neighing in warning at the approaching stallion. It was rather weak, but it was the best she could do after falling.

Jen stopped, not wanting to spar, her again. "Sorry- I promise I won't hurt you." He said slowly, his voice deep. He was a hulk of a stallion, 17.3 hh and 1,400 pounds of pure muscle, but he had a gentle look to him

Lily stilled, still nervous, but not panicked. The stallion seemed nice enough... In fact, he almost seemed... Charming.

"There you go, don't die. Now why are you running away from me like I'm a 17.3 hand high 1,400 pounds of pure muscle stallion that might hurt you?" He asked, slight sarcasm tinting his voice

"I'm NOT going to die. But... Thanks." Lily said the last part a little sheepishly. "And also, you kind of ARE a 17.whatever 1,400 pound horse. So, yeah, you could hurt me if you wanted to." Lily was begining to like this stallion. He was kind, sarcastic and strong. The perfect mix, Lily thought.