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❝ SIGUR ❞
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( Mare | Thirteen ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage One ) ( Tags: Sýn, Draugur, Ajax )
Currently unimpressed with this stallion, Sigur tossed her head with an irritated snort, stomping one front hoof against the ground and snaking her head forward, snapping at the air when he inched forward. In all honesty, the ornery palomino didn't really care one bit if Ajax made a move to steal her daughters out from under her; however, at present time, she had absolutely zero interest in a stallion, and would leave them without a second thought. She had no real attachment to them, and would not suffer one bit from the loss. Jerking her head to the side as Sýn called out once more, Sigur snapped her blunt teeth near the younger mares face before twisting and trotting a few yards away, kicking out with one hind leg as she went in one final warning not to irritate her further right now. In truth, Sigur was not a cruel creature, but she had a cruel temper, and it did not take much to upset her.
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❝ SYN ❞
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( Mare | Three ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Four ) ( Tags: Sigur, Draugur, Ajax )
Sýn pinned her ears for a moment at her mother's display, though decided that since she had already incurred the wrath of the older mare that she may as well go all the way. With a defiant snort, the tovero tossed her head up into the air with a sweet nicker, prancing forward with her tail raised high. She completely ignored Sigur as she wandered off in the most grouchy of manners, stretching her velvet muzzle out towards Ajax instead. Her ears were pricked with interest, two-toned eyes glimmering in the bright summer sun. This would be her first year with a true herd, and she did not intend to pass up the oppurtinuty of stallion, and at this point in her heat cycle she didn't care one bit who he was.
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❝ DRAUGUR ❞
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( Mare | Ten ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Three ) ( Tags: Sigur, Sýn, Ajax )
Draugur could only watch on in quiet amusement as the other mares bickered and protested, though as her young sister trotted toward the tobiano stallion the roan mare followed suit. Lingering a few feet behind, the tall mare watched in interest. She'd never really had a problem falling into herds, and held about as much love for her mother as she did for them. The only reason they had remained together for so long was through circumstance and the fact that Draugur wasn't one to challenge her lead. Large nostrils flared curiously she too reached her muzzle out to this stranger, an eagerness in the dark depths of her eyes wanting to see what would happen next. Today had been a very eventful day for them.
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❝ VITUR ❞
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( Mare | Seventeen ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Two ) ( Tags: Danny )
Vitur twitched one long ear at the familiar sound of a stallion's call. Shimmering blue gaze shifted, drifting across the green horizon as she searched with limited interest for the source. Tangled cream tail swished against sturdy hind legs as she studied the sooty buckskin who paused nearby, taking in every detail with a solemn expression. The composed cremello mare made no move towards him nor away; she remained ever still, quiet, retaining her standard emotionless gaze, though subtle hints of her curiosity showed through in her pricked ears and gently swaying tail. Vitur had had always been as such; never excitable, far from extroverted. She was often near impossible to read, though neither was she the cruel creature many younger equines made her out to be from her silent and closed-off demeanor. The game was in the stallion's hands, for truthfully this mare was not a hard one to claim, so long as he was to present himself well. Vitur was animus towards only the young and ignorant, and this buckskin seemed to be neither.
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❝ ELSKAN ❞
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( Mare | Five ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Four ) ( Tags: n/a )
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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❝ DREYMA ❞
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( Mare | Eight ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Two ) ( Tags: Klaus, Tiger Lily )
Dreyma was found out within moments, though she wasn't truly surprised. She had not been subtle in her approach, though it was not as if she was trying to hide. She had ventured out in search of a herd, and it seemed that she had found one. Pricking her ears in curiosity as the young grullo stallion directed his mare towards her, Dreyma stretched her velvety white muzzle out with a nicker, soft tail brushing against her hind legs. Her lively blue eyes studied his frame carefully, drinking in every detail of his smokey coat, interest clear on her face. He was young, younger than her even, though it was not something that would deter the pretty overo mare.
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❝ VISKI ❞
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( Mare | Nine ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage One ) ( Tags: Fallegur, Petrova, Pilgrim )
(Ahh I think I might have worded my post poorly haha, Viskí didn't bite back, she was reacting to Petrova's bite. cx)
Viskí let out a heavy snort, pinning her ears back and backing up rapidly with head raised high. She wanted no part of this spat; the bay was no lead, though neither was her sister, and one of them needed to be in control of the duo. That didn't stop her from being high-strung and feisty as her nature demanded. The younger mare let out a squeal as Petrova snapped at her once more, spinning around with a kick as she went to drive Fallegur away. Viskí pinned her ears with an angry snort, speeding up into a trot and plastering herself against the grey's side as her tail lashed in irritation; the animated bay mare was attached to her older sister, and refused to be separated. Her ears remained back, body twitching with irritation at the reaction this new mare had to her, though still, she did not push back. Instead, she just remained quietly glued to Fallegur's side, walking so close she almost tripped the appaloosa with her long legs.
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❝ FALLEGUR ❞
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( Mare | Eleven ) ( Stallion: n/a ) ( Status: Stage Three ) ( Tags: Viskí, Petrova, Pilgrim )
Fallegur watched with very little interest as Petrova snapped at her sister, but was entirely unsurprised when Viskí's only reaction was trying to get out of range. Neither of the two had ever been very wanting of a lead role, one being far too docile and the other far too unreliable. The appaloosa mare let out a soft snort as the taller mare nudged her forward, lifting her head and shifting into an easy trot. Within moments Viskí was pressed against her side, making it difficult to walk without tangling herself up in the Thoroughbred's long legs, though she didn't complain seeing as the mare was finally quiet. Fallegur shifted her attention to Pilgrim, on her other side, and let out a sweet nicker to the young colt.