ShadowStarFang wrote:(Sandy, I wasn't. I will not further this disagreement. If you don't believe me, you may read through all the posts I had paranthesiss in, and the PM I sent ya. Lets all just get along.)
(I did... i've changed the forms to your forms.. also, no offence, but horses don't start going down hill until about 19 and 20... my horses is 24 and can still jump 80cm... my friends horse is 18 and jumping 1.4 meters... so, at 13, they are perfectly healthy, strong, fit and fine c: )
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Rose // Mare // twelve years old // Arabian // 15"2 hands // Heat stage 3 // no herd // tags; open
A pretty bay rabicano arabian made her way through the trees of the woods. She was listening cautiously, but not worried much, she'd not seen many 'older' males, and having only seen younger males she'd managed to get away from two, a 5 year old male and a 7 year old male. Simply because she was older, she was arabian and she was smarter. She loved herself really, she was the second fastest breed in the world under the thoroughbred, and she could run for long periods of times without tiring unlike many other breeds which meant unless she wanted to join the herd a stallion would soon need to give in, even, if he were older than herself. Her speed would outwit the male allowing her an escape route no matter what he did. Course, if a stallion wanted an arabian, they would know this and would know snaking was not an option unless the arabian was already injured from something. Arabians were not excellent in fighting off other males,but their speed and quick movements allowed them 10 times as many hits as any other male would gain which would leave most males confused to what to do next. Hence the reason her father had so many mares of many breeds and managed to fight away all stallions at the age of 7. Even the older males who came thinking 'because they were older' they'd win, his quick movements and fast speeds allowed him time to confuse the males.
She grinned, curious if there were any arabian males left other than her half brother Death. He was off somewhere propably, he was born a year before her so he might still be alive with a herd. She shrugged briefly and continued to trot through the trees until she brought herself to a small meadow. She looked around the meadow and flared her nostrils, with a gentle snort she released the air she once sucked in and shifted her nose down to her leg nipping and rubbing her nose against it to relieve an itch. She scrunched up her nose as she smelt a dead animal, she glanced back, a fox, she payed little attention to the carcass and simply trotted off towards the creek bed. The mare arrived by the water and lowered her muzzle, allowing her lips to gather up the water occasionally making a slurping sound. As the mare lifted her nose water dripped from her fine muzzle before she pricked her ears in worry, she turned to the dead animal and watched cautiously as a cougar made it's way over. Though it's interest lay with the carcass, the mare flared her nostrils and jumped the creek and flagged her tail with a small buck she elevated her body into an uphill trot, extending her legs out and taking time before lowering them, making it seem like for a time she was floating with each step. As the lion grabbed it's meal, it's beady eyes watched her, blood drizzled from the sides of it's muzzle and with a small growl the mare took off, cantering swiftly, each step like she were flying as she moved into a gallop. Full speed ahead, in time the mare slowed, her breath fast but within minutes slowed down allowing her to regain her energy. Within 5 minutes she was grazing, not a single breath out of place, she was calm, not yet even sweating, but her sides heaved slightly. In time her sides dropped and no longer moved much other than her regular breathing. She listened cautiously and grazed continuously.
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Pompeii // Mare // ten years old // Arabian // 14"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open
The pretty chestnut mare walked contently along, each step lifting up water from the stream. A stallion was following her, she was not deep in heat and so deciding to walk in the stream would hide any trace of her, she occasionally stepped out and took several steps into the bush before stepping over a log and then dancing her way back to the stream, making it seem like she ran off that way. She would occasionally also step out and hit her lightly scented tail against a tree. The mare was young and free, she didn't want to be caught right now, especially by an ugly black quarter horse stallion. She'd met quarter horses before, they were so pretty, but this one... he was huge and ugly. She trotted along and soon came into the meadow, freedom! she galloped to a slow speed and then sped up as she came to a hill. She reached the top and looked at the hill which led to the large meadow which spread for miles. It was a long hill and you had to go down to get to the meadow. She groaned, it was steep and rocky and looked dangerous. She placed her hooves carefully. this was dangerous, but an arabian who was nearly always balanced, knew the meadow and hills and had gone down worse, she found it easier than running from a stallion. She trotted down it, not many would dare break a walk, she slipped once on a loose rock but didn't stop, instead when she was about a meter from the bottom she looked and decided simply to jump. So she jumped, on her way down she tripped into a small hole causing her shoulder to yank a few muscles, pulling several in her right shoulder. The mare cried slightly and then began a limp to the river. It came across as nothing when the mare realised she could canter. But little under 10 minutes later the mare found herself laying on her side in agony. Her muscles aching from where she'd pulled them. That's what you get for being cocky. The mare groaned and grunted but remained quiet, not wanting to be sighted just yet.
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Soul // Mare // nine years old // Warmblood // 17"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; Karma
The large eighteen hand warmblood mare made her way along plateau with her darker bay sister, Karma. She watched the mare and snorted at her warning her. Soul was in charge, Karma was just protective and was the one who shook off the mares who wanted to travel with them because their height and weight would mean strength and safety. The red bay mare made her way through the shoulder length grass and grinned, a fifteen hand horse probably would not be able to see in this. She was cautious, snakes were coming out and she really didn't want to be bitten. It was spring (?) summer would be heading this way which meant snakes, but she'd already seen a few goanna's snakes would be around. The quicker they got out of the grass the better. The mare shook loose her mane and swished her weakly scented tail. The mare stopped and kicked slightly with both hind legs as her sister bumped into her. She squealed and then turned her nose to her hind leg allowing her hoof to come up and scratch behind her ears. As she found satisfaction in her scratch the mare led off at a trot leading her sister to the forest, no doubt they'd find a stallion before they reached the forest.
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Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.1 hands // Heat stage 1 // no herd // tags; Soul
Karma was grinning, watching as the long grass brushed under her muzzle, tickling her chin. As her sister stopped the mare bumped into her and grunted as her sister kicked her chest. Karma bolted backwards and glared at her sister but nothing else. She groaned and patiently waited for her sister to finish her scratch before Karma trotted off beside her, slightly back from her shoulder knowing Soul liked to be the 'leader'. The mare groaned and snorted softly, her chest a little sore a hoof print dust on her chest, but nothing major. She flared her nostrils as she smelt mares scents on the grass, not hers or her sisters, clearly others had been through here.
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Mia // Mare // thirteen years old // anglo arabian //16.2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open
Mia grazed silently, her ears pricked forwards as she lifted her muzzle. She listened silently to her surroundings before lowering her muzzle once more and grazing silently. Her rubbery lips pulling at the grass her teeth tearing it further. She listened to the calls of stallions but the mare made no reply, she clamped her tail so her weak scent wouldn't be caught in the wind. Ears lightly pinned back she snorted gently then kept grazing.
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Death // Stallion // twelve years old // anglo Arabian // 16 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; Roulette Dares
Death watched as the stallion turned off and the male grinned. He frowned though after, why did stallions think he was so old? he wasn't old until he was at least 18 and until then he'd be perfectly fine to hold a herd of up to 20 mares - that's if he can find that many - but he didn't want that many. He would like about 15, he didn't want to be raided by bachelors.Flickng his ears the stallion turned back to the mare and moved to her flank gentl nudging her and grooming her wither claiming the mare as his own.
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Hound // Stallion // six years old // Warmblood // 16"2 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none
The large dark male walked along contently, his ears pinned back as he called out curious for females. He shook out his mane and nickered gently before stamping his hooves and trotting off. He gave a small kick but who said a warmblood stallion couldn't have fun? so with a small kick came a big kick, bucking as he cantered along, ears pinned back as he bucked again, glorious freedom of spring. He was still thinnish from the winter but would fatten up in weeks and by then, hopefully a reasonably sized herd. With one last final call he patiently waited for a reply.
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Grim // Stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // 15"3 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; AngleFire
Grim flicked his ears and listened as a mare called back. The mare looked up and spoted a pretty mare. He pinned his ears at her scent and scrunched his nostrils. He snorted softly then made his way towards her and stretched his muzzle out to her in greeting.
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---4 yearѕ old---
---lone мare---
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Angel lifted her head at a loud whinny somewhere off to the west of her. She trotted towards that area and stopped just shy. Her brown eyes easily picked out the chestnut stallion grazing. A flirtatious nicker escaped her at the sight of an older stallion and she flicked her tail, letting her heat scent drift out towards him.
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