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☼ 𝘼𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙪𝙨 ☼
:: Stallion ::
:: Anglo-Arab ::
:: 10 Years ::
:: Coverings: 0 ::
:: Mares: None ::
Tags: Beira
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Aelius stood on top a grassy knoll, carefully examining the few herds that grazed in the rolling meadow he stood in. When Aelius had first shown up, all the band stallions immediately took notice of the golden stallion. They rounded up all their mares and foals in a tight bunch and stood guard in front, watching him carefully just as he watched them. Some, after a while, tried to look like they didn't care and were simply grazing, but he knew he was still on edge. While Aelius may not look too intimidating by himself, built more like an Arabian with a pretty color, he was nearing the prime of his life and was could now threaten many a band stallion's rule. Aelius is unlikely to directly challenge a band stallion today though. He just had his butt whooped a couple weeks ago to an older stallion who ended up taking his entire herd, and Aelius wasn't looking to get injured again at this time of year where young mares are driven out of their birth herd. Still, if one of the stallions in front of him slips up even just a little, Aelius could get lucky and snake away a mare or filly without much confrontation. Waiting for a stallion to let his guard down a bit may take a while though. Aelius, who had previously stood alert, dropped his head and cocked up a hind hoof to rest a bit. Ears became lax, hanging to the sides, occasionally flicking to shake a fly off.
His nap didn't last long though, a high-pitched whinny, one that could not belong to a stallion, breaking the fragile silence. Ears pricked, Aelius turned his head to see a uniquely colored horse zipping across the plane for a few seconds before disappearing out of sight. The band stallions to his left became excited at the sound and sight of a lone mare, just like Aelius was, but unlike him, they had herds that tied them down and prevented them from chasing after the lone mare. Lifting his front feet of the ground, Aelius whinnied out to the mare before thundering after her, kicking up clumps of dirt as he flew across the land. Aelius, while not the strongest in the lands, was a swift horse and it wasn't long before the mare came into sight once more. When he saw her spotted chestnut rump, Aelius slowed down a beat to whinny to the mare again before picking back up into a gallop. Hopefully, she heard him and would stop soon.
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❀ 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼 ❀
:: Mare ::
:: Appaloosa ::
:: 6 Years ::
:: Stallion: Open ::
:: Heat Stage: 1 ::
Tags: Margo
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Bliss grazed nervously in a small clearing by her lonesome. Occasionally, she'd hear something, or she'd think she heard something, and she would get ready to bolt only to prance around in a small circle as she realized it was nothing. Her flanks and chest were slightly damp. While it wasn't hot out, not anything like in the summer, she was plenty enough nervous to start sweating.
As a recent escapee, Bliss had not yet found a herd or stallion she could call her own and was still not completely used to life as a wild horse. She had broken free of her halter after being spooked when tied up to a fence post just a couple days ago and ran away. She still has the cuts on her cheeks from the metal of the halter digging into her face. They still hurt too, she has to be careful to not rub them on her legs when she scratches her face.
After being scared for the tenth time, Bliss decided she needed to leave this clearing. Bliss fired off a single kick before jogging through the cluster of trees that surrounded herself. She carefully picked her way over logs and small trees that littered the ground, lowering her head to avoid a branch hitting her. A skittering sound from behind spooked Bliss and caused her to go into a canter and go crashing through the trees. She erupted from the grove a little worse for wear. She had received tiny cuts and scrapes on her legs, small leaves decorated her mane, and a spindly branch was intertwined in her sparse tail. As she walked, the branch would poke at her legs, causing a great deal of irritation. She pinned her ears, and bucked a few times, hoping that would somehow free her tail from the annoying tree limb, but she'd have no luck and quickly gave up.
She spent the next hour plodding around, grazing, rolling, and keeping an eye out for horses. The further away from civilization she got, the more evidence she saw of horses being in the area. Clumps of fur from shedding horses, droppings, hoofprints, the like. Hopefully, soon she'll find a horse, just so she doesn't feel so alone anymore.
Right as she thought that, she heard a distant whinny. Lifting her head up high and flagging her tail, Bliss pranced up a hill to survey the land. In the distance, she could make out a dark figure. She doesn't know if it was a mare or a stallion, or even a horse at all, it could be a bear for all she knows and her mind had just played a trick on her, making her think she had heard a horse. Deciding to keep her distance until she could figure it out definitively, she whinnied nervously to the figure in the distance. Ears pricked, she bobbed her head a couple times as she waited, listening carefully for a reply.
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☠ 𝓚𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪 ☠
:: Mare ::
:: Arabian ::
:: 9 Years ::
:: Stallion: Open ::
:: Heat Stage: 3 ::
Tags: Open
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Khaalida grazed in an open field near a pond. No one else was around, at the moment, but she's sure that would change soon. Water sources were always a hot spot for horse activity, and she had centered herself in between a couple of stud piles. Stallions liked to mark their territories and seeing how close together these were but how different they smelled, Khaalida figured she was standing on the border of two separate stallions' turfs.
Khaalida was getting rather deep into her heat and after not having a foal last year, she'd very much like to have one this year, the sooner the better. While Khaalida wasn't going to quite go hunting down a stallion yet, she still wanted one to find her, she did put herself, in her opinion, one of the best spots she could be in if she wants to be found quickly.
Khaalida had been wild for a while now. She got out when she was about three years old. She loved that first taste of freedom and vowed to herself she'd never go back to the humans. Her owners did try to get her back, they even spotted her once, but when they came near Khaalida ran like the wind and they never did see her again. Khaalida made plenty of mistakes in her first couple years but as long as she didn't die, they were all good learning experiences. The next stallion that claims her will be her sixth, and with luck, he will be the last one she has for another five to ten years, if he's good and knows what he's doing.
