A lone Quarter Horse roamed the wild horses area. His current owner had disappeared without giving further referance and Mercy had grown quiet tired of awaiting her return. It had seemed like eternity that he'd been waiting for her, and he was still a bit concerned as to where she could be at the moment. Back at the stables, he'd been left in his stall for weeks. And it seemed like years since he was last able to taste some sweet grass. Luckily, he escaped from his prison back at the barn, and stumbled over here. He missed Angel a lot, and wished that he knew where she was, but he couldn't seem to part with her no matter how hard he tried. He knew one thing for sure, he couldn't go back, for if he did, the others would treat him inproperly. Only Angel treated him with respect. His dial rose as he looked about his surroundings, taking in all the smells of the wild horses. He used to be one himself, a long time ago when he was around the age of 4 months, then he was taken away by Angel and tamed. He laughed slightly as he surveyed the mares, they all pranced around like lovestruck fillies. His whipcords danced in the breeze as he swished his tail back and forth. He didn't seem to notice the Arabian herd closeby, nor did he bother to pay attention. He was starving, and he was just here to eat. His dial lowered as his maw opened, starting to take the sweet grass within his mouth.