Lion sniffed the air, ever searching. He suddenly froze. His whole body started to quiver... and he galloped down the hill and towards Roman Prince's territory. He smelled Rose... just such the slightest bit it could have been him imagining it... but if she really was on his territory he'd kill her!

She continued walking, looking for the crazy stallion, but he wasn't here, or was he? she galloped attempting to give herself away. She couldn't let herself live in this misery...

Lion Dan faster. Her scent was getting stronger now... but so was Roman's. He could smell the two galloping closer to each other... Roman was almost on top of her. "I can't get there fast enough..." Lion thought, terror building up inside of him

she smelt the scent of dragon and stopped short.

"dragon?" she question. She wasn't sure if this was her imagination but, she could get herself killed later. She had to cheak out this scent! If it was and she left it, she would die hopeless, if she checked it out and it was him, she would have found him, found her life again. But if it wasn't, she could always go back. Rome would kill her gladly.

Lion sniffed again, powering forward through the brush. "She's turning!" He thought joyfully, realizing he was exhausted. He slowed to slower gallop, still running towards her though. He could finally see her... Pride. He slowed to a canter... then a Trot. Then he stopped on the hill opposite of her. The sun setting behind him, his big frame was outfit by golden light, his black mane flowing in the wind. He let out a trumpet, happiness and comfort filling him... but he was too prideful to whinny.

she saw him and ran until, a figure ran in front of her. it was the shadowy anglo arabian figure of roman prince. though he could kill her she grinned. After a few fighting encounters she learned a few things.

"hey buddy!" she said to rome. she bit his neck while he was distraced and in a flash turned to kick him in the nose. The annoyed stud was to shocked to move and so she ramed into him and knocked him over.

"Princess's greatest pride?" he questioned.

"yes dead?" she responded. the stallion wasn't sure if that was her or another lowly mare. The last time he saw Princess she was a-a well, mare...

not a this, stallion-mare...

Lion flicked his ears. As always.. Pride was idiotically, grave, and prideful all at once. He glowered down at the fight until it was over, waiting for her to come to him. Why did mares have to be so... EMOTIONAL sometimes?

she ran to him as the stallion looked with suprise that this mare had beaten him.

Pride ran to dragon and rammed into him and snuggled him almost knockin ghim over.

Lion held his ground, wincing slightly as Pride slammed into him. "A nice 'hello' would have done, too." He grunted, shaking his pelt. Even though he sounded gruff.... inside he was very happy. His eyes sparkled as he looked the mare over... making sure she was okay.

"omg sorry..." she looked down at the ground like she always used to as a foal when she did something wrong or bad.

"but your here!" she yell whispered.