[maculata]

[size=85]Username: dilly
Horse Name: Hutë
Status: Lead Mare
Gender: Mare
Height: 19hh
Eyes: Ghostly Blue
Genetics: EE ToTo Oo
Rarity: Uncommon

the almost stripe or brindle like markings on her are the product of two white genes acting upon each other, and may pass down to foals with two pinto genes, such as tobiano and frame overo.

[dilly]

Username: dilly
Horse Name: Hutë
Status: Lead Mare
Gender: Mare
Height: 19hh
Eyes: Ghostly Blue
Genetics: EE ToTo Oo
Rarity: Uncommon

Stallion: Sokol
Stallion Personality: A gruff billy goat of a stud, Sokol knows life only in its extremes. Surging emotions, hormones, desires, hungers, and energies fill this stallion. He knows no fatigue, and he chases down any challenge as he finds it. He is endlessly proud, with a hankering for a good and true fight. Bearing many battle scars, and knowing no fear, Sokol’s greatest delight is pursuing mares and defending his band as if it were the last one on earth.

How does he approach/impress her?: She stood out like a ghost in the dead grass; one glance at her eyes was all it took. It wasn’t their color – a haunting blue, deadly and enchanting, yes – but the defiance that shone so clearly there. Sokol did not hesitate; losing this mare would be an unacceptable shame. With his tail lashing proudly behind him, his robust neck arching, he snorted sharply to seek the mare’s attention. One foreleg lifted high, and then came powerfully back down to strike at the earth, digging an impatient rut. He tossed his head, tangled black mane flying as he scythed the air with his single, ruddy horn. Then he was charging forward, fearless, eyes ablaze. This mare did not strike him as one who would be startled away. No, she would lower her head and power forward to meet him, that splash of black on her flank rippling atop her muscle.

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Vivane
Horse Name: Laverna
Status: Lead Mare
Gender: Mare
Height: 19hh
Eyes: Ghostly Blue
Genetics: EE ToTo Oo
Rarity: Uncommon

Stallion: Outbreak
Stallion Personality: Outbreak isn't just a pretty a face, though his manners regarding mares can quite possibly leave something to be desired. About as subtle as a freight train but uses that in order to fool his opponents into letting their guard down. Outbreak is a rather vicious stallion, often aiming to lame rather than simply beat. His opponents will feel the burn of his teeth and hooves and it will linger for quite sometime rather than fade with ease.

How does he approach/impress her?:
He shows himself off to the best of his ability, always making sure to stay in the stunning creatures line of sight as he works. He may occasionally dart into her personal space and give her a nip to the ears or shoulder then prancing away back into her line of sight. Neck arched as he calls out to her, one forehoof pawing at the ground every so often, giving away his impatience. This mare is stunning, strongly formed without leading to physical deformities. Outbreak feels he must have her as those blue eyes merely glance at him every now and then. She guards herself well and that makes him even more determined to have her for his own.

[maculata]

two more days!

[maculata]

Username: dilly
Horse Name: Hutë
Status: Lead Mare
Gender: Mare
Height: 19hh
Eyes: Ghostly Blue
Genetics: EE ToTo Oo
Rarity: Uncommon

Stallion: Sokol
Stallion Personality: A gruff billy goat of a stud, Sokol knows life only in its extremes. Surging emotions, hormones, desires, hungers, and energies fill this stallion. He knows no fatigue, and he chases down any challenge as he finds it. He is endlessly proud, with a hankering for a good and true fight. Bearing many battle scars, and knowing no fear, Sokol’s greatest delight is pursuing mares and defending his band as if it were the last one on earth.

How does he approach/impress her?: She stood out like a ghost in the dead grass; one glance at her eyes was all it took. It wasn’t their color – a haunting blue, deadly and enchanting, yes – but the defiance that shone so clearly there. Sokol did not hesitate; losing this mare would be an unacceptable shame. With his tail lashing proudly behind him, his robust neck arching, he snorted sharply to seek the mare’s attention. One foreleg lifted high, and then came powerfully back down to strike at the earth, digging an impatient rut. He tossed his head, tangled black mane flying as he scythed the air with his single, ruddy horn. Then he was charging forward, fearless, eyes ablaze. This mare did not strike him as one who would be startled away. No, she would lower her head and power forward to meet him, that splash of black on her flank rippling atop her muscle.

Congrats! She's very impressed by Sokol ~