♘ Unpredictable (Wild Horse RP) Accepting!

[eventer]

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♦ twelve
♦ stallion
♦ mares;; none
♦ [removed]
♦ thoroughbred/mustang/irish draught
♦ tags;; arrow

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karlos watched as the mare took everything in, raising his brow when she changed her stance, showing she wasn't a push over. he kept his brow raised as he looked at her with a 'seriously' look. he wasn't one to push mares around, i mean if he was... wouldn't he have just strode right up to her?

he twitched his ears and watched her calmly and listened as she nickered in return, while no where near as inviting as his own,
there was no threat in it. maybe a slight warning? but not threat. with a small huff he lowered his maw and pulled a mouthful of grass up and then returned his gaze, karlos would not be tied down to one mare, if she proved a hassle, he would make hassle for her,
and then probably leave. but, she wasn't being rude or even irritable, she was just remaining cautious, to be expected against a stallion, especially of his age.

after a few more moments passed, he nickered once more and moved towards her a few steps, flicking his ears calmly, if he relaxed any more he'd lay down, which made him hope she's settle, a stallion with intentions of causing havoc, had a stance more like her own.

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★ fourteen
★ stallion
★ mares;; none
★ [removed]
★ selle francais/paint warmblood
★ tags;; sofia

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vagabond lay calmly on his side in the green grass under a large oak tree. eyes shut, he was in a semi deep sleep. he was in a safe area so wasn't worried about predators, he was able to let his guard down for once. his ears occasionally twitched, as did his nose, lips and sides, bugs irritating his body, grass tickling his skin. after about a good hour or two sleep, the stallion was awoken by a series of whinnies, many herds had been separated in the fire, it had been bad. man had to put a lot of it out. that was about three weeks ago, some bush was still burnt, but most meadows had grown back fresher than ever.

the pinto stallion rolled up onto his stomach and groaned slightly as he brought his front legs out from under him, blinking once at the dust and rubbing his nose against his leg gently to relieve and itch. another groan alarming his body that he was about to stand,
and he hauled himself up, shaking his body loose of the dirt on the ground, and a few leaves that had fallen onto his body, energy regained, the stallion yawned twisting his maw as he stretched the muscles, and looked around for a moment, hearing more whinnies, the stallion instinctively responded, letting out a gentle welcoming bellow.

after a while, he spots a silver dapple mare, her glorious chocolate coat matched nicely against creamy silver mane, he watched her carefully as she panicked for a moment, which made him look around to see what had upset the mare, seeing nothing he frowned then looked back to her curiously, before nickering to the chocolate mare, alerting her of his presence.

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♣ seven
♣ stallion
♣ mares;; none
♣ [removed]
♣ selle francais/mustang/thoroughbred
♣ tags;; tiger lilly

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klaus had his attention stolen when that of a young mare called out in reply to his previous whinny.the grullo stallion watched the mare curiously as she stood still watching him, watching her. after a moment or so, the young stallion threw his head up in the air with another loud whinny before transitioning into a elevated canter, placing each leg carefully as he moved up the hill towards the mare, while young the stallion was full of manners, and slowed well before he reached her, turning fractionally away from her until he was at a dead stop. when he was still, he let his big brown eyes fall onto the mare, while she was young, she was not to be fiddled with, he was young himself, and while he was more equipped to handle these grounds what with being a few years older, and the mustang within his warmblood breeding, he knew better than to be rude, or snake unnecessarily.

he judged her carefully and then slowly approached, looking at her chestnut coat, a foal from himself and her would result in a series of bays, from, blood bays to red bays to rich bays like himself. chestnut would be highly unlikely with his genes being the stronger of the two biologically. as he grew closer he noted the scrapes over her body, ruffled fur and a few grazes, nothing more than he had himself. all horses had it, from rolling over rocks or twigs, running under trees, or walking through rivers where sticks ran, all those normal scrapes and marks that were no problem to the horse physically, just might sting as it happens. he twitched his nose and stretched out to her, taking in her scent, aware she was not deep enough to play games or be straight to the point. but, while he didn't really see her as the running type, didn't mean she wouldn't.

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♥ fifteen
♥ mare
♥ stallion;; none
♥ heat 3
♥ arabian/thoroughbred
♥ tags;; ash

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harley flicked an ear as she was finally noticed, and watched as the fractionally younger male began to approach her. his muscle and weight alone gave her an advantage if he proved an issue, he'd be easy to outrun, she didn't need to be thoroughbred, or even arabian to get away from him.
but her breeding only meant she could get away from all who irritated her, her speed and endurance alone better than any other horse out here, even your true warmblood. it's what her ancestors were bred for, speed, endurance and the ability to keep going unfazed.

she watched as he stopped, and flicked an ear forwards, remaining in a relaxed posture, it was clear she wasn't worried about him,
after all, why should she be.

at his nicker, she took a few moments taking in all that was around her, and him, noting the few marks, old scars that hadn't completely healed, leaving small lines on his neck and shoulder where a inch or so of fur was missing. a few just like her own, only visible when the thin summer coat set in. with a gentle sigh the mare gave a gentle blow out relaxing further and cocking up a hind leg, making it clear to him she was more than content with his presence. a soft low rumble of a nicker, so quiet almost a whisper escaped her chunky soft black and pink lips, her tongue licking her bottom lip before she yawned and looked over her shoulder,
nipping harshly at her barrel to relieve an itch before shaking out her mane and looking back to the stallion with a soft blink.

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✦ ten // two months
✦ mare // colt
✦ stallion;; none
✦ heat 2
✦ selle francais/mustang
✦ tags;; fallegur, viski

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petrova was a very stubborn, and often cranky mare, she didn't put up with any antics unless from her own foals, and even then there was a limit. all her foals were well disciplined, knew their boundaries and were full of manners and respect, but half of them were also as stubborn and cranky as herself. pilgrim was no exception, however at already two months, he was a troublesome colt, wondering too far, getting into things he shouldn't, misbehaving simply because he could. he'd be an interesting stallion that's for sure, nothing like his half brother klaus. the big chestnut mare watched as her already very tall two month old bay colt was getting into mischief, standing outside a fox hole, waiting for the little red monster to jump out at him. she pinned her ears at her colt and gave a sharp warning snort, telling him to cut it out. he was proving to have little respect for others, and really only respected her. even his sire, who was last seen five weeks ago, he had no respect for, he would kick at his sire, bite him, ignore him. he was going to be quite the arrogant cruel stallion when he was older.. taking after his father, wonderful. petrova wasn't one to step in front of her progeny's choice in life.... they chose their traits over time, whether they liked something or not, she would not mess with what they chose, it was their choice. but in all honesty, she wasn't exactly rainbows and cupcakes herself either.
petrova finally decided to move, kicking the dirt with her hind leg and squealing, she forced pilgrim to return to her side. there she headed off, bay colt at her side she headed east ish. only stopping when two horses came into view. as the two grew closer, the big chestnut mare noticed both were mares, and instantly the mare it her dominance button. her tail began lashing, and her ears flattened back, her herd instinct telling her to go over, everything else telling her she was going to be boss.
as the big mare and her colt grew closer to the two mares, her ears flattened back and looked to the younger of the two who seemed to be boss. she snorted softly and hummed a nicker to pilgrim, ordering him to stay back, with a flick of her tail she turned her attention to the younger bay mare and snorted softly again before touching her greyish muzzle against the mares white nose.
a couple of soft nickers escaping before one final sharp squeal, stepping forwards and biting hard at the bay's neck, tail lashing,
wanting the mare to know who was now boss.
pilgrim while behaving and staying back, looked at the paler mare, twitching an ear curiously offering a soft squeal like nicker of curiosity.

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✿ seven
✿ mare
✿ stallion;; none
✿ heat 3
✿ friesian warmblood
✿ tags;; open

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an ebony mare stood contently, pulling at emerald green blades as she moved, not letting the grass to low before taking a step. pandora was a content mare at worst of times, so any spooky behavior, or irritated behavior, she had a reasonable explanation for it. the tall black mare continued to graze, having slept the morning away, she was lacking interest in company for now, wanting to eat, get her fill.

one whinny grabbed her attention, but it was not long before whoever it came from was gone. with a soft snort, the mare continued to graze, her sides rising and falling with each breath. after a few minutes, the mare, who, was quite a lazy mare, pawed at the ground before folding her knees to the ground and dropping down, looking around for danger before giving out a big sigh of relaxation, closing her eyes and allowing her ears to flick back calmly at any sound that was unusual.

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☀ five
☀ mare
☀ stallion;; none
☀ heat 3
☀ dutch warmblood/mustang
☀ tags;; open

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denaria grazed calmly, her thick white tail swaying, occasionally flicking up at her sides as she felt a fly tickle against her body. the little monsters showed no mercy, not giving in to her repeated attempts to swat them away. after a good twenty or so minutes of sitting in the heat of the sun,
the white mare moved towards the shelter of the apsen tree's that trailed along side a shallow, calm flowing river, it was hard to believe this same river, further down turned into aggressive rapids that could swipe away a full grown horse. with a gentle sigh as she flies diminished in the shade to maybe one or two flies pestering around her face, which she was content with coping with, the grey began to relax, on a hot day like today, the mare found no point in running around, best save her energy for out running a stallion she had no intentions of staying with.

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♛ three
♛ mare
♛ stallion;; none
♛ heat 4
♛ mustang
♛ tags;; open

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raylyn stood by a creek resting, while in the deepest stage of her cycle, she heard no whinnies, so made no attempt to call out incase she simply attracted predators, so instead the pretty roan mare rested a hind leg, occasionally lowering her maw to the ground, contemplation of drinking or eating, before letting out a sigh and lifting her head back up into it's usual position.

the pretty mare startled when something behind her moved, causing her to jump the creek in front of her and spin, seeing a deer and her fawn, just as startled as herself, it probably would have taken off if it weren't for it's young being so new born. perhaps only an hour or two old. which meant it could run, but the doe knew that she, a horse was no threat, and simply moved on her way after relaxing. with another sigh, the mare settled down and returned to her lazy dozing.

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● eight
● mare
● stallion;; none
● heat 2
● arabian warmblood
● tags;; open

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♬ fourteen
♬ mare
♬ stallion;; none
♬ heat 1
♬ arabian/thoroughbred
♬ tags;; open

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[♔ ʀᴇᴍɪx.ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ♔]

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Armed Angel's Glory ● Stallion ● Friesian ● 14 Years ● Mares: none ● Foals Sired: None ● Tags: Harley Quinn

Ash's big brown eyes watched her for moments, she seemed quite content he was there which he was slightly glad about. Slowly he began to move forward, stopping in front of the mare he gave a low sweet sounding nicker. Flicking his tail he turned his attention away for a second, watching his surroundings. He didn't want some bachelor try to ruin his chances. Extending his neck towards the mare he offered to exchange scents.

Ash was quite relieved the mare allowed him to gather her scent. He watched behind her for a moment, focusing on every detail and sign she gave. His attention then turn back to the front of her letting a soft nicker out as she did the same. Taking a step back he tossed his head as the mare explained her dominance to him, he slightly pinned his ears licking his lips understanding her place. He released his ears showing much interest as the mare flicked her tail, taking note of her nicker he stood there. He wasn't going to cover her unless ask. There was still some time before winter. Feeling her touch to his side he was content as he realized the mare had given him permission. Tossing his head he grooming between her withers. *-fade-*Moving towards the front of the mare he began grooming her back slowly moving up towards her neck. Making sure she was okay, he could tell she had a little side of Arabian in her, but sometimes they couldn't carry foals bred from heavy horses. Either way he was determined to keep the mare safe.

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Designated Hoof-Prints ● Stallion ● Lustanio ● 17 Years ● Mares: none ● Foals Sired: None ● Tags: Open

Danny's coat felt warm and cool, the other day trying to snake mares didn't go so well. Even with his experience too many bachelors and an old stallion were enough to beat old Danny. Snorting he watched as his warm breath quickly froze in the air rising before disappearing. Letting a soft snort escape his breath he continued on, feeling the mist in the air surround him with every move. Being quite a healthy and older stallion usually got the attention of mares, but if you stay with a stallion long enough attachments grow which is the fail of Danny boy. He didn't judge them, with all honestly he wanted his future mares to be just like so. He doesn't care for over-confident mares or get in over their heads with the other mares. Beginning to stop he saw nothing, at least no moving thing besides the slight wind blowing the leaves among the trees. Lowering his head he began to grab clumps of grass with dew among them in the morning.

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Time Ages On ● Mare ● Mustang● 18 Years ● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 2 ● Tags: Open

Epona's once beautiful clean bright coat was now damp, darkened and began to develop knots in her tail. With each step her body swayed from one side to another, she wasn't exactly a fancy light show horse. She had muscle but she was also quite big along with her being a tad shorter than others for her breed. She never gave much attitude unless a mare challenged her or they simply began to push her buttons. As she grew older she got the consequences for being rude to older mares and now it was her turn. Though she was getting quite old she knew these grassy plains better than any creature, especially those two legged things trying to pretend their horses. Snorting she cleared her thoughts as she stood relaxed, but her brown eyes surveyed the area around her looking for any horse nearby. She honestly started to grow a bit lonely and definitely bored.

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Whispering Of A Dream ● Mare ● Arabian x Standardbred ● 7 Years ● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 1 ● Tags: Ace

Whisper's hooves began to look dark than her light colored original ones, the mud being the cause of it all. Letting out a small huff of air she finally reached the pond, but she maintained her filly side slowly walking over. Steady she walked into the pond, feeling the mud beneath her as her hooves sank in. Lowering her head she began taking sips from the cool water, though the water was getting warmer as the sun rose from the horizon. Her ears then rushed behind her hearing a whinny,
her head shot up looking at a white stallion standing behind her. Looking around she saw no other bachelors nearby or mares, so she gave a friendly nicker to the stallion allowing him to come closer. Flicking her tail it slid across the top of the water, the flies were annoying this time of year and she absolutely hated it.

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Broken Arrow ● Mare ● Mustang ● 6 Years● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 1 ● Tags: Karlos

Arrow's stance calmed down, he didn't seemed to do much. Lifting her back foot up she slammed it to the ground, the flies were annoying her, honestly she sometimes missed autumn or even winter. Snorting she watched him for a bit before calming down, lowering her head she began to graze. Flicking her tail, her heat scent wasn't strong at all so the stallion shouldn't try anything, if he was smart enough. Grabbing clumps of grass she didn't do much, each bite she brought her head back up to look at him before lowering it down to graze continuously. Getting a bit full, she raised her head staring at him a bit before giving a low nicker, allowing him to come if he wanted.

[Wolfiesoftpaws]

Ajax-bachelor stallion-11 years-tags;open
Ajax shakes his head a bit, his still soft mane falling effortlessly over his face. His sky clue eyes scanning the area before he leans down to get a mouthful of the dark green grass. After having a good amount, he trots over to a stream he knew well at this point, it had been a little bit since he ran and he had gotten to know the area better. He slowly makes his way to the water source then lowers his head and drinks from the cool stream. This was his ideal place, a small cluster of trees for shade, a lovely stream that ends in a lake large enough for him to wade, but shallow enough he doesn't need to swim. He had made the choice to stay in this area, perhaps even start a herd.


Nyx - loner mare - 12 years - tags; open-heat stage two
Nyx raises her head from her meal, she had been lucky enough to find some good grass and the shade of some trees. She thought she'd gotten so lucky..until she heard something nearby. It was barking (not aggressive barking, more like "Wow! Look at that!")the ebony mare tosses her curled mane, letting out a distressed cry. She hadn't seen one of these before, would it eat her?


Vance- bachelor stallion - 14 years - tags;open, just needing a mare for him to speak to~
Vane gives the area around him a look of boredom. He didn't realize how lonely running off would be. He gives a snort and leans down to eat, until his eyes catch sight of a mare. He trots over to her.

Sofia - Lone mare - 12 years - heat stage one - Tags;Vagabond
The mare turns from her spat with the flies towards a nearby nickering and spots a pinto stallion. She walks a little closer, testing the waters a bit with him. She was still a bit on edge after her experience with the humans, but wanted to trust this stallion. She relaxes a bit, he seemed to show no aggression. She gives a soft, kind whinny in return, her ears flickering a bit, but only because of a few bug bites.

[. mira .]

Jasmine
Sliver of Moonlight ● Arabian ● 12 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 1
Tags; Open

Grazing beneath a tall tree, Jasmine sighed in pleasure. The warm summer sunlight felt good on her dappled grey coat. The weather was nice - the sun was out and bright, and the blue sky had few clouds. It was beginning to get hotter, though. Grass was plentiful, Jasmine noted as she grazed. Flies gave no mercy - they attacked constantly, making Jasmine's tail a blur of white as it swatted annoying flies while she ate.

Onyx
Sunrise On the Plains ● Arabian ● 9 years ● Bachelor Stallion ● No offspring
Tags; Nyx

Onyx heard a distressed cry. Moving towards the sound, he saw an ebony mare. She was slightly older then him, but not by much. It seemed she was worried about a dog-like thing. Onyx had seen these before, and didn't like them in the slightest. Galloping towards the animal, he let out a bellowing whinny and stampeded the animal. The animal shrank back and hurried away. Onyx turned to the mare and dipped his head politely. "Annoying, aren't they? I'm Onyx."

Tiger Lily
Becoming Tiger ● Selle Francais x Thoroughbred ● 3 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 2
Tags; Klaus

She liked the way this stallion was polite. In return, she nickered and reached out to sniff him. He sure had a pretty coat - the rich bay color was beautiful. Tiger Lilly spoke calmly. "I'm Tiger Lilly. You can just call me Tiger, though. Who are you?" She asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

Ace
A Whole New World ● Andalusian ● 14 years ● Bachelor Stallion ● No offspring
Tags; Whisper

Ace walked closer and noticed that she was being bugged by the flies, too. "Hello. Pleased to meet you. I'm Ace, and who might you be?" The white stallion took a sip from the pond. When he raised his head, little water droplets dripped off his chin.

Isabelle
Beauty Within ● Leopard Appaloosa ● 14 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 2
Tags; Open

Stomping, Isabelle rid herself of aggravating flies. She gazed at the horizon and nearly cloudless sky. Summer was just beginning. Before winter, Isabelle would find a herd. Her odds of survival were much greater in a herd over winter. Now was summer, so she had plenty of time to find a herd.

Talian
Ringing Church Bells ● Baroque ● 6 years ● Bachelor Stallion ● No offspring
Tags; Open

Talian blinked many times, trying to get a fly out of his eye. The annoying insect wouldn't leave, and began to irritate his eye. Talian frowned with displeasure. Flies were not helpful. The early summer sun stood high in the sky, making shadows behind him.

[Wolfiesoftpaws]

Ajax-bachelor stallion-11 years-tags;open
Ajax shakes his head a bit, his still soft mane falling effortlessly over his face. His sky clue eyes scanning the area before he leans down to get a mouthful of the dark green grass. After having a good amount, he trots over to a stream he knew well at this point, it had been a little bit since he ran and he had gotten to know the area better. He slowly makes his way to the water source then lowers his head and drinks from the cool stream. This was his ideal place, a small cluster of trees for shade, a lovely stream that ends in a lake large enough for him to wade, but shallow enough he doesn't need to swim. He had made the choice to stay in this area, perhaps even start a herd.


Nyx - loner mare - 12 years - tags; open-heat stage two
Nyx gives a small head dip, grateful to the stallion. Her usual distrust of stallions was put aside, who knows how dangerous that loud furball was? "Very, I've never seen one before, thank you for chasing it off." She says softly, her eyes warm and friendly. Her curled ebony tail flicks a bit, keeping the flies at bay, her equally as curly mane falls over her face. She was lucky to have such a pretty mane and tail...well lucky wasn't really the word...she was a product of selective breeding throughout generations, so all her assets were carefully picked out for her, to make her the best offspring possible, to produce more valuable offspring. She internally scoffs at the thought. "I'm Nyx." she offers sweetly, hoping her little trust in this stallion wouldn't prove foolish.


Vance- bachelor stallion - 14 years - tags;open, just needing a mare for him to speak to~
Vane gives the area around him a look of boredom. He didn't realize how lonely running off would be. He gives a snort and leans down to eat, until his eyes catch sight of a mare. He trots over to her.

Sofia - Lone mare - 12 years - heat stage one - Tags;Vagabond
The mare turns from her spat with the flies towards a nearby nickering and spots a pinto stallion. She walks a little closer, testing the waters a bit with him. She was still a bit on edge after her experience with the humans, but wanted to trust this stallion. She relaxes a bit, he seemed to show no aggression. She gives a soft, kind whinny in return, her ears flickering a bit, but only because of a few bug bites.

[eventer]

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♦ twelve
♦ stallion
♦ mares;; none
♦ [removed]
♦ thoroughbred/mustang/irish draught
♦ tags;; arrow

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karlos stood still, seeing her relax made him feel more relaxed about gaining the young mare. watching where each of her feet were, and each movement of her body, he made his approach after she gave him permission to.

he twitched his nose softly and looked at her curiously, stopping half way to grab some grass before tossing his nose slightly and picking up a short but neat trot towards her, he tossed his head slightly and circled her at a respectable distance before stopping to her side, himself standing at an angle to her, his entire body pointing towards her shoulder, he turned his head slightly and ran his chunky thoroughbred lips across her neck before moving to her muzzle, twitching his nose as he took in her smell, before playfully nipping twice at her jaw. a slight toss of his head forcing him to take a step back to avoid hitting the mare, he snorted softly and looked around curiously for any other mares before letting his attention fall back almost completely on the bay mare in front of him. one ear twitching back and forwards listening to every little movement and sound.

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★ tags;; sofia

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vagabond swishes his chestnut and white mixed tail over his patterned body and looks at the mare curiously as she approaches. he pins an ear slightly but then pricks them both forwards as she nickers softly in return. the large stallion towering over this mare he makes a slow movement towards, her, it was clear he was relaxed by the slight drag in his movement, dragging his hind toes across the dirt in a lazy manner.
vagabond had sired several colts and fillies over his time, 90% of them taking his traits, lazy, calm and relaxed, all the while smart,
and intelligent, but in no way reactive, he was a bold horse, and all he sired were the same, colt or filly.

he looked at this mare calmly and nickered again and stopped just in front of her, arching his neck and lowering his head to her level, bumping his white and off black nose against her own white and off black nose. a natural response from a stallion greeting a mare might be a squeal and a nip from both horses, but vagabond simply gave a soft grunt and turned his head away in case she nipped him. after a moment or two he moved forwards and ran his maw over her shoulder to her wither in a claiming manner, claiming the mare as his own, but knew better than to ask to mount just yet.

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♣ seven
♣ stallion
♣ mares;; none
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♣ selle francais/mustang/thoroughbred
♣ tags;; tiger lilly

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--erp wrong horse.. klaus is grullo just realised i called him rich bay in previous post lol --

klaus watched the mares reaction and watched as she returned the nicker and reached out to sniff him. with a gentle snort he bumped his nose against her own and pulled away with a flick of his ear, after a moment or two he listened to that the chestnut mare had to say. tiger lilly, tiger for short, he would have thought lilly would be the nickname for that but he mentally shrugged it off and spoke up calmly. "my name is klaus" his voice gentle like usual.
he swished his black tail against his grullo hip and looked around his surroundings momentarily before looking back to the mare in front of him.

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♥ fifteen
♥ mare
♥ stallion;; ash
♥ heat 3
♥ arabian/thoroughbred
♥ tags;; herd,

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✦ ten // two months
✦ mare // colt
✦ stallion;; none
✦ heat 2
✦ selle francais/mustang
✦ tags;; fallegur, viski

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petrova was a very stubborn, and often cranky mare, she didn't put up with any antics unless from her own foals, and even then there was a limit. all her foals were well disciplined, knew their boundaries and were full of manners and respect, but half of them were also as stubborn and cranky as herself. pilgrim was no exception, however at already two months, he was a troublesome colt, wondering too far, getting into things he shouldn't, misbehaving simply because he could. he'd be an interesting stallion that's for sure, nothing like his half brother klaus. the big chestnut mare watched as her already very tall two month old bay colt was getting into mischief, standing outside a fox hole, waiting for the little red monster to jump out at him. she pinned her ears at her colt and gave a sharp warning snort, telling him to cut it out. he was proving to have little respect for others, and really only respected her. even his sire, who was last seen five weeks ago, he had no respect for, he would kick at his sire, bite him, ignore him. he was going to be quite the arrogant cruel stallion when he was older.. taking after his father, wonderful. petrova wasn't one to step in front of her progeny's choice in life.... they chose their traits over time, whether they liked something or not, she would not mess with what they chose, it was their choice. but in all honesty, she wasn't exactly rainbows and cupcakes herself either.
petrova finally decided to move, kicking the dirt with her hind leg and squealing, she forced pilgrim to return to her side. there she headed off, bay colt at her side she headed east ish. only stopping when two horses came into view. as the two grew closer, the big chestnut mare noticed both were mares, and instantly the mare it her dominance button. her tail began lashing, and her ears flattened back, her herd instinct telling her to go over, everything else telling her she was going to be boss.
as the big mare and her colt grew closer to the two mares, her ears flattened back and looked to the younger of the two who seemed to be boss. she snorted softly and hummed a nicker to pilgrim, ordering him to stay back, with a flick of her tail she turned her attention to the younger bay mare and snorted softly again before touching her greyish muzzle against the mares white nose.
a couple of soft nickers escaping before one final sharp squeal, stepping forwards and biting hard at the bay's neck, tail lashing,
wanting the mare to know who was now boss.
pilgrim while behaving and staying back, looked at the paler mare, twitching an ear curiously offering a soft squeal like nicker of curiosity.

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✿ seven
✿ mare
✿ stallion;; none
✿ heat 3
✿ friesian warmblood
✿ tags;; open

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an ebony mare stood contently, pulling at emerald green blades as she moved, not letting the grass to low before taking a step. pandora was a content mare at worst of times, so any spooky behavior, or irritated behavior, she had a reasonable explanation for it. the tall black mare continued to graze, having slept the morning away, she was lacking interest in company for now, wanting to eat, get her fill.

one whinny grabbed her attention, but it was not long before whoever it came from was gone. with a soft snort, the mare continued to graze, her sides rising and falling with each breath. after a few minutes, the mare, who, was quite a lazy mare, pawed at the ground before folding her knees to the ground and dropping down, looking around for danger before giving out a big sigh of relaxation, closing her eyes and allowing her ears to flick back calmly at any sound that was unusual.

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☀ five
☀ mare
☀ stallion;; none
☀ heat 3
☀ dutch warmblood/mustang
☀ tags;; open

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denaria grazed calmly, her thick white tail swaying, occasionally flicking up at her sides as she felt a fly tickle against her body. the little monsters showed no mercy, not giving in to her repeated attempts to swat them away. after a good twenty or so minutes of sitting in the heat of the sun,
the white mare moved towards the shelter of the apsen tree's that trailed along side a shallow, calm flowing river, it was hard to believe this same river, further down turned into aggressive rapids that could swipe away a full grown horse. with a gentle sigh as she flies diminished in the shade to maybe one or two flies pestering around her face, which she was content with coping with, the grey began to relax, on a hot day like today, the mare found no point in running around, best save her energy for out running a stallion she had no intentions of staying with.

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♛ three
♛ mare
♛ stallion;; none
♛ heat 4
♛ mustang
♛ tags;; open

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raylyn stood by a creek resting, while in the deepest stage of her cycle, she heard no whinnies, so made no attempt to call out incase she simply attracted predators, so instead the pretty roan mare rested a hind leg, occasionally lowering her maw to the ground, contemplation of drinking or eating, before letting out a sigh and lifting her head back up into it's usual position.

the pretty mare startled when something behind her moved, causing her to jump the creek in front of her and spin, seeing a deer and her fawn, just as startled as herself, it probably would have taken off if it weren't for it's young being so new born. perhaps only an hour or two old. which meant it could run, but the doe knew that she, a horse was no threat, and simply moved on her way after relaxing. with another sigh, the mare settled down and returned to her lazy dozing.

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● eight
● mare
● stallion;; none
● heat 2
● arabian warmblood
● tags;; open

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♬ fourteen
♬ mare
♬ stallion;; none
♬ heat 1
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Sofia - Stallion:Vagabond - 12 years -heat stage one - tags; Vagabond
Sofia tensed for a moment, but relaxed as the stallion seemed very laid back. She kept calm as he bumped his soft nose against hers, getting a soft grunt from her. She relaxes more when he runs his nose over her calmly, claiming her. She flicked her ears a bit, unsure, then relaxed, deciding if she were to join a herd, this stallion would be one she'd like to join with. She accepts the gesture, giving him a return gentle bump with her nose. She hesitated a bit to let him mount yet, but knew she was nearing stage two of her heat.

Ajax-bachelor stallion-11 years-tags;open
Ajax shakes his head a bit, his still soft mane falling effortlessly over his face. His sky clue eyes scanning the area before he leans down to get a mouthful of the dark green grass. After having a good amount, he trots over to a stream he knew well at this point, it had been a little bit since he ran and he had gotten to know the area better. He slowly makes his way to the water source then lowers his head and drinks from the cool stream. This was his ideal place, a small cluster of trees for shade, a lovely stream that ends in a lake large enough for him to wade, but shallow enough he doesn't need to swim. He had made the choice to stay in this area, perhaps even start a herd.


Nyx - loner mare - 12 years - tags; open-heat stage two
Nyx gives a small head dip, grateful to the stallion. Her usual distrust of stallions was put aside, who knows how dangerous that loud furball was? "Very, I've never seen one before, thank you for chasing it off." She says softly, her eyes warm and friendly. Her curled ebony tail flicks a bit, keeping the flies at bay, her equally as curly mane falls over her face. She was lucky to have such a pretty mane and tail...well lucky wasn't really the word...she was a product of selective breeding throughout generations, so all her assets were carefully picked out for her, to make her the best offspring possible, to produce more valuable offspring. She internally scoffs at the thought. "I'm Nyx." she offers sweetly, hoping her little trust in this stallion wouldn't prove foolish.


Vance- bachelor stallion - 14 years - tags;open, just needing a mare for him to speak to~
Vane gives the area around him a look of boredom. He didn't realize how lonely running off would be. He gives a snort and leans down to eat, until his eyes catch sight of a mare. He trots over to her.

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( Mare | Thirteen ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage One ) ( Tags: Sýn, Draugur )

Hushed; tranquil. Sigur always savored the precious hours she was able to spend on her own. The leaves swayed in a gentle breeze overhead, birds humming their enchanting melodies, perched high in the branches above. The phlegmatic mare rested, content, beneath the proud oak, happy with the silence that enveloped her. Herd life did not displease her; she was built for it, build for the shifting hierarchy and struggle for survival and ever desperate spats for dominance, but ever since she was young Sigur had harbored a passion for time spent in the solitary, left with nothing but the wind and the clouds and her own thoughts. Soon, however, the desperate cry of her young daughter lingering in the distance disturbed the palomino's peace. Irritated with the attention the younger mare was sure to attract, Sigur pinned her delicate ears against her head and trotted forward, placing a mean nip to the tovero's hip and shoving her muzzle into her side, pushing her forward. Sigur would drive her daughters until they grew too tired to seek out any stallion, hopefully buying at least one more day without such trouble.

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Sýn blew out a heavy snort, lashing her heavy white tail against velvet hips before throwing her soft muzzle into the air with a loud, reckless call that reverberated off surrounding hills to be sure her message was heard. She wanted the attention of a stallion, and she wanted it this very moment. Ordinarily, Sýn shared her mothers 'composed unless provoked' demeanor, hiding behind a solemn mask, though at the peak of her estrous cycle she was anything but. Enthralled with her own quest, the young mare did not notice an angry mother approach until a harsh, stinging bite landed on her hip, driving her forward. Sýn let out a second, this time angry, screech and kicked out with one hind leg before rocketing off into the distance with ears pinned back, uncaring if her long-time companions were at her heels.

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( Mare | Ten ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Three ) ( Tags: Sigur, Sýn )

Dark head jerked up in surprise as an impatient cry filled the still air, and Draugur turned her curious gaze upon her young half-sister. Usually, it was Draugur herself who started such a ruckus, irritating her mother and in truth, all other companions, to absolutely no end. Such behavior from the usually calm and collected little mare caught the blue roan off guard, however, she was no stranger to the frustration that came with being devoid of a stallion's attention. When her mother came circling around to drive her off after an angry Sýn she did not protest; fate had left her in the company of her mother for so much longer than what was deemed normal, and obeying the mare had become more natural than breathing dispute Draugur's strong urge to always step out of line. The white-spattered mare picked up a trot after her sister, even though she knew just was well as her mother that the traveling trio was practically a blaring siren to surrounding stallions, and they were sure to be discovered.

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Pale blue eyes gleamed in the light of day, looking to be made of molten silver the way they shimmered. The aging cremello mare stood rigid among the tall grasses, irritated with the warm weather and endless amounts of flies that always found their way to her sides. Even her tail was still now; seeming to be a statue made of alabaster abandoned in a lonely field. She had been here, in this spot, in this position, for many hours now. Waiting. The calls of stallions filled the air, and while Vitur was keen to find a herd to replace her last, not just any would do. She was too old and too stubborn now to once again get stuck with a foolish, arrogant young stallion. No, only a creature of strength and exprience would win her this time.

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The young spotted mare tossed her head with a gentle, sweet whinny, flicking her thick multi-colored tail from side to side in the hopes of attracting a stallion. Elskan had never been shy about the fact that she despised being alone, without the protection of a stallion and the guidance of a wise old lead, and being so deep in heat only made her even more frantic to find a new herd. She was a pushover, and she needed that structure and security to survive, the little mare simply couldn't make it on her own, nor did she have any desire to try. One more call fled rubbery lips as ears twitched, alert, atop her head, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life.

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( Mare | Eight ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Two ) ( Tags: Klaus, Tiger Lily )

It had been quite a while since Dreyma had lost her herd; she was honestly surprised she had gone so many months without being snatched up by a stallion, but she had grown increasingly more tired of being alone. While the quiet was nice, the young chestnut mare was yearning for the companionship of a herd once more. She traveled quietly, however, for as much as she longed she did not want to attract the attention of just any stallion; she had lived her life with cruel and unlogical creatures as her overlords and she refused to get stuck in such a position again. Dreyma came to a stop as a couple of figures appeared on the horizon; what appeared to be a pair of young equines like herself conversing. She lingered, uncertain, perhaps just waiting to see if she would be discovered.

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( Mare | Nine ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage One ) ( Tags: Fallegur, Petrova, Pilgrim )

Long ears continuously twitched, listening for the consequences of the greying mare's calls, only slowing her brisk pace no stallion came investigating. Her thick black tail lashed against her hind legs in an irritated manner, though the mare quickly began to calm as her sister seemed to fall back in line. Letting out a snort, Viskí turned her gaze, refusing to look at the older mare, though in doing so found her gaze on a pair of fellow equines quickly approaching. Uneasy, but reassured by the fact that this was no stallion, the rich mahogany mare remained still and awaited the new mare's arrival. Viskí lifted her head slightly when the chestnut reached forward in a greeting, rebellious, and let out a harsh squeal as she delivered a sharp bite to the skin of her neck. Viskí tossed her head with and angry snort and twisted her body away, trotting a tight circle around her sister and looking at Petrova with an irritated gaze, though made no move to push back. She stopped at Fallegur's side, pinning her ears back and lowering her head, clearly agitated with everything that has happened today.

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( Mare | Eleven ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Three ) ( Tags: Viskí, Petrova, Pilgrim )

The greying chestnut mare let out a huff as her younger sister finally gave up her chase, moving a few feet away and lowering her soft nose to gaze once more. Fallegur was a very obedient and submissive mare, but despite her gentle nature Viskí still somehow managed to get under her skin like no other. Swishing her wispy honey tail, she entirely ignored the bay nearby until the squeals rang out and Viskí made a circle around to her far side, an almost child-like look of belligerence on her face. The appaloosa let out a snort, turning her soft brown eyes on the chestnut mare and her young colt. She stretched out her muzzle curiously, pulling herself away from Viskí's side and kicking out with a hind leg as the younger mare nipped at her hip.

[. mira .]

Jasmine
Sliver of Moonlight ● Arabian ● 12 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 1
Tags; Open

Grazing beneath a tall tree, Jasmine sighed in pleasure. The warm summer sunlight felt good on her dappled grey coat. The weather was nice - the sun was out and bright, and the blue sky had few clouds. It was beginning to get hotter, though. Grass was plentiful, Jasmine noted as she grazed. Flies gave no mercy - they attacked constantly, making Jasmine's tail a blur of white as it swatted annoying flies while she ate.

Onyx
Sunrise On the Plains ● Arabian ● 9 years ● Bachelor Stallion ● No offspring
Tags; Nyx

"Pretty name. Nyx. I like it. But why are you, a beautiful mare, out here alone? It's dangerous, you know." He said, reaching out to exchange scents with her. Onyx pleasantly sidled up next to her, enjoying the Friesian's company.

Tiger Lilly
Becoming Tiger ● Selle Francais x Thoroughbred ● 3 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 2
Tags; Klaus
--oops!--

Tiger Lilly watched the sun for a moment. It was rising high in the sky. "Mm. Klaus. Nice name, really." She looked back at the handsome grullo stallion. Her attention was caught by the tiny sound of distant hooves. There was a paint mare with blue eyes.

Ace
A Whole New World ● Andalusian ● 14 years ● Bachelor Stallion ● No offspring
Tags; Whisper

Ace walked closer and noticed that she was being bugged by the flies, too. "Hello. Pleased to meet you. I'm Ace, and who might you be?" The white stallion took a sip from the pond. When he raised his head, little water droplets dripped off his chin.

Isabelle
Beauty Within ● Leopard Appaloosa ● 14 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 2
Tags; Open

Stomping, Isabelle rid herself of aggravating flies. She gazed at the horizon and nearly cloudless sky. Summer was just beginning. Before winter, Isabelle would find a herd. Her odds of survival were much greater in a herd over winter. Now was summer, so she had plenty of time to find a herd.

Checkers
Checkers and Chess ● Baroque ● 2 years ● Yearling ● No offspring
Tags; Open

Checkers blinked many times, trying to get a fly out of his eye. The annoying insect wouldn't leave, and began to irritate his eye. Checkers frowned with displeasure. Flies were not helpful. The early summer sun stood high in the sky, making shadows behind him.

[♔ ʀᴇᴍɪx.ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ♔]

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Armed Angel's Glory ● Stallion ● Friesian ● 14 Years ● Mares: Harley Quinn ● Foals Sired: None ● [removed] ● Tags: Harley Quinn

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Designated Hoof-Prints ● Stallion ● Lustanio ● 17 Years ● Mares: none ● Foals Sired: None ● [removed] ● Tags: Vitur

Danny's coat felt warm and cool, the other day trying to snake mares didn't go so well. Even with his experience too many bachelors and an old stallion were enough to beat old Danny. Snorting he watched as his warm breath quickly froze in the air rising before disappearing. Letting a soft snort escape his breath he continued on, feeling the mist in the air surround him with every move. Being quite a healthy and older stallion usually got the attention of mares, but if you stay with a stallion long enough attachments grow which is the fail of Danny boy. He didn't judge them, with all honestly he wanted his future mares to be just like so. He doesn't care for over-confident mares or get in over their heads with the other mares. Beginning to stop he saw nothing, at least no moving thing besides the slight wind blowing the leaves among the trees. Lowering his head he began to grab clumps of grass with dew among them in the morning.

Danny rose his head catching sight of a mare with a unique but beautiful coat. Her eyes shone in the sun looking pretty than the sea itself. Flicking his tail he looked around her but he caught no sight of another stallion or even a mare. His head raised tall, ears forward in interest, his body squared. Stomping his back foot he began to move forward towards the mare, as he approached he gave a whinny in her direction curious if she'd let him come closer or take off. He showed interest in the mare, he could smell her heat scent but not too deep she'd most likely reject his advances. His stance looking muscular as he stood squared, his chest puffed out.
He wanted the mare to know he was interested but he also didn't want to seem to eager.

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Time Ages On ● Mare ● Mustang● 18 Years ● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 2 ● Tags: Open

Epona's once beautiful clean bright coat was now damp, darkened and began to develop knots in her tail. With each step her body swayed from one side to another, she wasn't exactly a fancy light show horse. She had muscle but she was also quite big along with her being a tad shorter than others for her breed. She never gave much attitude unless a mare challenged her or they simply began to push her buttons. As she grew older she got the consequences for being rude to older mares and now it was her turn. Though she was getting quite old she knew these grassy plains better than any creature, especially those two legged things trying to pretend their horses. Snorting she cleared her thoughts as she stood relaxed, but her brown eyes surveyed the area around her looking for any horse nearby. She honestly started to grow a bit lonely and definitely bored.

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Whispering Of A Dream ● Mare ● Arabian x Standardbred ● 7 Years ● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 1 ● Tags: Ace

Whisper flicked her tail as she grabbed clumps of grass to chew. Snorting at the ground as she slide her soft nose across the tips of the grass. Bringing her head up, she looked at the stallion as she continued to chew on the grass laying in her mouth. Tossing her head slightly in the air, she then looked at the stallion, "I'm Whisper." Pausing she had nothing to say after her name, she didn't have much interest in the stallion just for her heat she had no reason to. Flicking her tail again she lowered her head back onto the grass grabbing clumps to chew.

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Broken Arrow ● Mare ● Mustang ● 6 Years● Stallion: none ● Heat Stage: 1 ● Tags: Karlos

Arrow's brown eyes watched the stallion carefully as he moved towards her. She wasn't sure, but she ignored him for a little bit as she continually ran her nose though the blades of grass, eating every piece that smelled sweet. Her senses calmed down after hearing the stallion's hooves stop beside her. Her body twitched as she felt the thoroughbred run his lips across her neck. Bringing her head head she chewed on the grass she had picked up, but kept her head forward. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the touch of the stallion. Or just the attention he was giving her. Flicking her tail up she finished the grass left in her mouth, standing still she continually looked straight her ears perked in interest towards the stallion. Her head tossed to the side opposite of the stallion as she felt him playfully nip her. She let out a nicker as he stepped back, both being quite as they searched around their surroundings. Breaking the silence she walked over towards the stallion, reaching her nose up towards the taller stallion she began grooming around his face before returning the playful nips he had given her. Shaking her head side to side she gave another nicker before lowering her head to the grass. Not gazing but running her lips through the tips of the grass blades.