Name: Zakiy
Age: 4 years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Stallion
Wanted Herd: CrossRoads
Sample RP post: -too lazy to make a new one-

A cold smirk crossed over his deep colored mug as she watched him with a mock interest, but side stepped away as he got closer to her. A tenseness came over her muscles that could easily be seen from the ripples underneath her smooth pelt.
"Tense, hmm?" he asked with a laugh as he stayed in the middle of both of them, forming a half circle from between them. Deep eyes looked back over to Alcippe as she said she was only out on a walk. eyes glanced over to the bay for a moment before hearing the hooves of another approaching from behind.

White bodice was carried across the open lands as she neared the group. Deep eyes watched her carefully. He was starting to feel crowded, which made him watchful, and even a tad edgy. It wasn't that he was worried, he could do a fair amount of damage to anyone that dared attack him, but when he felt crowded, he had faster reflexes, in order to take out something that made him wonder.
For he could kill without a bead of regret. All those horses he had slaughtered, even one of his own brothers he kicked in the head and killed at a young age. Perfect training for a killer right? Blood thirsty and ready to kill on command, or fight with the smallest bit of discomfort.

"Just out for a stroll as well, fae." he spoke again, looking back to Alcippe. He watched her carefully, as she stood away from him. She was tense and was watching him with a very careful eye, probably just as ready to get him as he was any of those around him.
Zakiy returned the new mare's smile with only a cold glare. Eyes traced over her figure taking in all the details of her, figuring that she wasn't one from the warrior clan he'd met before, but still... She was just so friendly. All those bastards were friendly, skipping around and frolicking happily like the little retards they are, but yet they were bent on defeating Zakiy and his warrior brothers