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creamy white hooves stepped calmly across the meadow, the body who held them, a rather dashing stallion, with a chestnut sabino, overo, or perhaps even rabicano, coat. whichever you chose, all were correct unless he was a registered horse. which being mustang and wild, he was not. he'd left the bachelor herd nearly a week ago and didn't have plans on returning, so his hunt was on for some mares.
the chestnut stallion twitched his ears and looked about, and upon spotting the river he was looking for he picked up a steady trot down towards the edge. as he drank he noted the golden creature coming towards his side of the river. he lifted his maw and watched her curiously, and though she was a mare, he still hadn't full filled his thirst. but quickly, he snorted softly and lifted his maw once again, calling out to the mare, pricking his ears to the water for a moment before back to the golden mare. one ear twitching to his left as a couple nickered and squeals erupted near by. his eyes fell on a group of stallions, most of them younger than himself, the oldest being not much older than himself. not that it mattered, for if the group noticed the mare, they'd over throw him easily, even if they'd all been younger. no matter how old the stallion, two stallions half his age, would beat him.with a flick of his tail, he wasted no time in approaching the mare, but also took his time, respect wise, hoping not to startle, or annoy the mare.
as he moved closer he nickered calmly once more and came from her side, knowing it was the one place least likely to startle her. his tail flicked around calmly, testosterone racing a little, but for now, the young stallion kept his cool, and remained relatively calm. he flicked his head a fraction, showing the slight irritation, but not once did he try to snake, or annoy the mare. instead he gently cooed another nicker and bumped his nose against her grey maw, his lighter white and pink patched nose and grey bottom lip, twitching faintly as he did. taking in her scent which was slightly distant from her body after her travelling through the river.
in hopes she wouldn't lash out, he nickered again and spoke gently, hoping that he hadn't blown his chance. "hello miss. my name is pride, i don't mean to seem forward but may i ask yours?" though the sorrel kept his voice calm, it was obvious through his body, he was a little bit nervous, but what stallion wouldn't, when they were two years younger than the mare they were pursuing.
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grim ༺ ༻ stallion ༺ ༻ fourteen summers ༺ ༻ mares;; n/a ༺ ༻ coverings;; n/a ༺ ༻ tags;; violet, cloud
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a dark stallion waded through the shallows of the water in a lake along side the forrest line, on the opposite side of the lake was a meadow. and it took him a moment as he was distracted, but grim's eyes fell upon a white mare, with a wild bay filly at her side. her points not dark enough to call her a bay, even being a foal. he lifted his eyes from the foal as he saw no threat in the youngster as it was female, and would be an aspect to his herd. he wasn't stupid, but he knew this mare was an easy catch, she was half his age, and had a foal, so even if she tried to run away, she wouldn't go any faster than her foal. but even if she had no youngster, she still wouldn't get away. his ears flew back momentarily as a fish hit his leg. and with a snort he struck out at the water.
his eyes moved back onto the mare and her offspring before calmly trotting through the water, the whole way not getting any deeper than just below the large stallions shoulders, deep enough for fish, but not enough for any predator. other than perhaps bears who may come because it was shallow and fish were easy prey in shallow water.
he snorted softly and called out to the grey mare, approaching quickly, but carefully. stopping a few strides out, knowing how protective mothers were of their young. and by the look of the foal, and the smell of blood on the mares hind legs, the foal had only been born perhaps last night.which meant the mare was probably tired as well. he watched her curiously before nickering gently, hoping to keep her calm, letting her know he really did mean no harm to her young. for the moment he let her, decide how it went from here. snake her, or would she come calmly.
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harley ༺ ༻ mare ༺ ༻ fifteen summers ༺ ༻ stallion;; n/a ༺ ༻ status;; heat 3 ༺ ༻ tags;; beatrice, open
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avril / bash ༺ ༻ mare/ colt ༺ ༻ fourteen summers / two days ༺ ༻ stallion;; n/a ༺ ༻ status;; heat 0 ༺ ༻ tags;; odyssey
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the grey arabian mare stood calmly beside her, the foal was actually of an arabian stallion she'd been with last year. she'd lost him mid autumn when a stallion about the same age challenged him. both ended up losing her as she bolted. however she carried the dapple greys foal to term. from memory, the stallions name was kellam, but she had travelled alot of distance, probably to the other side of the island in that time, and doubted she'd see him any time soon. she looked up as sebastian made his way towards the beach, and with a flick of her tail she followed through swiftly. walking calmly towards the beach.
sebastian was all bold until he saw the water, he hadn't touched water yet, so it was a little scary. she never went to deep, for she'd watched a dear friend of hers a few years ago get attacked by a creature in the deep with a sharp fin that pointed out from the water when they travelled close to the surface. though, deep for her was knee deep. so she wouldn't go in more than maybe her fetlocks, but to prevent her colt from going to deep, she remained out of the water, at least until he shuddered behind her. with a soft sigh she walked up to the water and struck it contently before walking in until the water reached just above her fetlocks, going higher with each wave that came into shore, but only to her knee before receding back to her fetlocks. her colt took his time, spooking every time the wave came in, but in time, he came in, his long legs wobbling with every wave that hit.
she watched as a bigger wave came in and she mover herself to shield her colt. but as suspected he fell anyway, dragged out several meters from her. he struck the water in panic, which only made her panic, and she could see more waves coming in. fearing for her sons life, she pushed fear of water out of the way and lunged after him, as he was only going deeper and deeper. as she finally reached him, she herself swimming, she grabbed a hold of his neck and dragged him until she could stand, then held him up gently, hoping he was still alive. those waves had hit him hard and then keeping his head up while she swam for a few meters had been hard, she wasn't even sure if he had drowned or not. as she got to the shallows, just below her knees, she released her colt as he began to struggle, which though annoying, she was relieved he was alive. still in panic he tumbled several times before she resumed to grab his neck pulling him to shallower water before releasing him. she'd never seen him move so quickly, as he got to his feet his legs went everywhere as he scrambled to shore. she knew now he'd have a fear of water. which didn't bother her much.
her ears flicked up and she nickered waiting for him to calm a little before moving back to the meadow. his trembling body at her side. she watched him calmly nickering reassuringly before stopping and grazing as they reached the meadow. finally he calmed right down and layed down to rest, tuckered out from struggling for his life. her eyes caught the glimpse of a pinto horse in the distance, but for the moment she simply took note of it and resumed grazing.
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asylum ༺ ༻ mare ༺ ༻ sixteen summers ༺ ༻ stallion;; n/a ༺ ༻ status;; heat 4 ༺ ༻ tags;; kellam
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asylum stood calmly on one of the small mounts before the beach, her ears flicking calmly at the sounds of stallions calling, mares crying, and the occasional foal's squeal. her attention only being grabbed when a smaller but rather dashing stallion let out a call. she had seen him before she heard him, and watched him curiously. her ears twitching carefully. normally she'd ignore him, but being so late in her cycle, she was quite interested. with a snort the grey called out in reply.
she looked at his features, taking note he was arabian, where as herself, an andalusian x mustang, two hands larger than this stallion. which was no problem, it was safe for the mare to be bigger when it came to foals, but had their heights been reversed, her pregnancy would have been a struggle. however it was most likely, and offspring from these two, would be quite small compared to herself. though not a mare who jumped into a herd, she didn't like being delayed either, and with a snort called out once more. swishing her strongly scented tail. she could tell she had a younger chestnut stallion following relatively closely, and though he mounted her twice, he fell off both times as she didn't stop. though, this grey was taking his time, and after a moment the grey mare stopped allowing the chestnut stallion to mount her. once he dismounted however he stood beside her, he was about three? maybe younger, and her intentions were still with the grey ahead of her. so she walked forwards calmly, as much to the chestnuts annoyance. as the pair grew closer, the chestnut soon bolted, not game enough to keep her against an older stallion. her ears twitched and she looked at the grey, making sure he knew what she wanted. she flicked her tail calmly as she approached nipping at his neck before continuing forwards, stopping just short of in front of him, kinking her tail over for him making her desire clear.
