Horse Rp

Red snorted, "Who made him king." He fell silent when Razzle glared at him. He started toward the tree but then stopped not sure how the black Arab would react to Red being so close to him. If it was one thing he'd learned while living at a stable with other stallions, it was to never get so close to one when he was not having a good day. Instead Red turned and headed toward a patch of dried sand near the bank of the creek and settle down to rest.

Red was woken up way to early for his liking by the noise of the small black cold, who Razzle had said was called Blackie. He shook his head and yawned, the early morning was the worse time of the day for Red. He should have been used to it though by now, but it was still hard for him to get motivated enough to get up. Craning his neck he saw Blackie wandering around with his mother and grandmother.

He looked up into the rising sun. Suddenly he was full of energy, just like he always got on race days, when he remembered Razzle going on about Phantom taking them out toward the mountains. He hoped the black stallion would warm up to him soon, he really thought they could become friends.

Phantom woke as the sun started rising. He stretched his neck, loosening the sore stiff muscles. Standing up he gazed around and spotted the chestnut stallion. He wasn't sure whether he could trust this horse enough to let him accompany them. He'd shown up out of nowhere. He walked over to the little stream that washed over the smooth pebbles. Drinking till his thirst was quenched he kept his eye on Red. The chestnut was prancing around, obviously full of energy.

Waiting until Razzle had woken, they were all ready to head out again. They headed deeper into the 'ghost-horses' territory and Phantom carefully scanned every nook and cranny for any evidence of the gray stallion.