He's a Joker

[TheNeonShadow]

Readily, the stallion enter the lands. A bright light shown gaily over the billowing grasses. No matter what wind he tested, not a single scent of competition had been snatched by his nares. He was the first to try out these lands, there was no mistaking. Sure, there had been a couple others that would have kept a larger herd more than well fed, but his aestheticism was almost as great as his vanity. He was dashing, dramatic. A playboy.

He looked at the caves that pitted the area, lovely places for bad weather. The creeks with their pure rushing water made it all the better. With the lush grasses as well, he could offer the ladies anything. Eats, drink, protection, charm. His smile spread wide across his mug, appearing as much like a game show host as any equine could. It was his game smile, the one he went out to capture with. That was the only reason he was a dark; others classified him that way, not so much himself. He didn't mind though, his pride was only minimally hurt. Besides, there was always something about being a bad boy that brought the ladies begging.

Thinking about all of this while circling the perimeter settled his mind. Yes, this place would do quite nicely. He could watch over his little lambs and tend them as necessary. And oh how he was fond of tending. He laughed, a full, rich, tenor by nature. He tossed his head playfully, pleased with the discovery of this place. Even so, there was protocol that must be fulfilled. Dancing to the center of the estate, he propped himself up into the air. Released into the sky was a hearty cry of his claim. If there were any other stallions, they would take heed. He did not play games with those of his sex. He would take them out.

[Jazz]

*(I could not tell if it was Day or Night, so I guessed based on your beginning sentence. I can edit if needed)*
She did not know how long she slept, or even if she had been asleep. All she knew was that it was dark, slightly damp and away from the sun, and with the oncoming dawn(which had occured earlier that morning), that was all that really mattered.
Safe.
The day had progressed, and in the eastern caves, Shangri La dozed. She had been traveling quite a while, and had often cut it close with the dawn, but this time had almost been too close.. the heat from the healing burn on her rump told her that.
Ears flickered back. A noise, a voice, a call echoed lightly through the cavern walls; black eyes opened slowly and her crown lifted, turning to her back, ears forward. From what she could identify, it was a stag, and from the sound of his claim, he seemed quite confident and cocky.
Rila snorted, and turning her elegant crown forward, she thrust her legs in front of her and pulled herself to her hooves, shaking to rid the dust from the cavern floor. With careful steps she brought herself from the deepest reaches of the cave and stood, a good few feet from the light. Crown raised high, ears forward, banner slightly lifted..
A Mortal.
How interesting. Tossing her head, she lifted herself slightly and came back down with fierce pawing of her right hoof before giving out an answering call of her own. It was no challenge; she had no wish to challenge him, but more like saying 'I am here, did you know?'.
Letting the call subside, she waited for an answer of any sort.