Breeders, they were commonly called amongst her sisters. It was term they used to describe the stallions on their island. They were raised for a specific purpose, breeding, that was all. Her mother, the Queen would choose one superior breeder based on strict specifications. He would be allowed to spread his "seed" to ensure that only the most superior foals were born and raised. He was then, sent back into seclusion with the other breeders. Of course, Mother only allowed a few to reside on our island, the others... well were disposed of by whatever means necessary.

Elodie flares her nostrils as the musky scent of a breeder wafts on the breeze, instantly her ears are laced into her tresses. She had not invited any of "them" to the Ridge. Her silver tail whips across her hocks, irritation written across her features. Did this Breeder not care that he is trespassing on her lands? She sets off at a brisk trot, following the musky stank of this intruder. She easily maneuvers the terrain, her hooves finding the terrain much like her home island. She follows the ridge towards the rock outcropping.

Bi-Colored eyes focus on the rock outcropping as she nears it, and she finds the pale golden form of her intruder. She calculates the best way to approach, finding that coming at him from beneath him put her at a disadvantage, so she continues along the direct path. The salty ocean wind blows straight into her face, along with it his scent.

He was eating HER grass, he intruded on HER island. He would pay for his insolence. As she nears him, a bellow forces between her dark lips. "You, Tresspasser. State your name." As she approaches him, she arches her neck, in a show of power. It was now his move... Would he apologize and high tail it out of here? Like a breeder should? Or would he fight?

These island were different from home, Elodie was prepared for anything.

ooc: phew long post! <3 lol