May the tide..

[Skye-Blue.]

turn in our favor.
The pony sized stallion climbed up the steep hillside, his hard hooves struggling for purchase on the rocky shale. Finally, he reached the top with a sigh of relief. Clyte nickered down to his mares and the colt, hoping they would make it up okay. The black stud turned and wandered over to the stream, dipping his head and drinking deeply. He looked back for his mares, he would breed them this year. The Dobytok needed new members and as bad as it sounded, soldiers. It made Clyte sound hard and tough, but he rarely was. He was loving and caring to his mares and those close to him.

The dun colt lept up the hill, boulder to boulder. Like any mountain goat, the reached the top with pride and ease. Castor looked over at Clyte and he trotted over to drink after the climb. The yearling looked back, hoping the mares were alright. Maybe he should have stayed back to help? Nah, he would only get yelled at. Dobytok mares were usually strong and independent. The colt snorted, swishing his short tail slightly. He wanted his own mare, even at his young age. It wouldnt hurt to go out and find one, though Clyte might say they were a spy or take them for himself, though Clyte wasnt that type of stallion.. though you never could be too careful.

The black mare climbed the side of the hill, her breath coming in slight gasps. She stopped when she reached the top, wheezing slightly. Basia waddled over to the stream to stand beside Clyte. "Hello dear." the pregnant mare said to her stallion, smiling at him. "The new territory is nice." she added, smiling and nuzzling his neck. Basia gasped slightly as the first contraction hit and hurried into the trees, her face slightly contorted with pain.
(I decided to make Basia preggo, lol)

[fireflyblessing]

Caja struggles up the rocks, but she makes it to the top of the mountain. She looks at Clyte and then at Castor. She sighs, the Kopyto vs. Dobytok war was just silly. With a snort she looks around at the members of the herd, just seeing Basia's tail disappear into the trees. She smiles a little before looking over Efre, as the war between the two herds raged on, Caja could only imagine the peaceful lives that the outside herds had. They didn't care about pure breeding or fighting, they just saw happiness. There were a few corrupt ponies and horses, but a lot of them had no worries. Yet Caja had to live knowing that any foal she mothered could potentially be lost in a pointless war.

Agave reaches the top with ease, having climbed hills and mountains for years, and as Basia leaves to the trees, she trots over to Clyte. "Hello." She whispers. Contrary to her usual personality. Then again, to Clyte she was sweet and innocent even if a bit demanding. How else would she keep her place as Lead Mare. She looks over at Castor after, then at Caja, and shakes her head at the younger mare. How could a mare that once showed so much promise end up as an emotion filled mare that just wants everyone to be friends? It sickened her. Too much feeling. The Dobytok were meant to be tough, strong, powerful. Not emotive little weaklings.