Name;; Gladiator
Age;; Nine
Gender;; Stallion
Status;; Wary, Cautious
Herd;; Allayo, Doe, Half-Moon
The large draft kept his head low and eyes wide open as he pushed his herd along to their new location. He wasn't entirely thrilled about leaving the meadow they'd been staying in, but he couldn't take the risks of staying there. Their scents would have stuck and allowed some stallion to come in and swoop up all of his herd if he wasn't careful. After all, whatever had been lurking in the trees seemed to have found them rather easily. And since they'd escaped those prying eyes, he did feel some relief, but that didn't mean he was going to let his guard down anytime soon. Upon arrival to the new meadow, the stallion let out a heavy sigh, glad to see the area was enclosed by thick woods. No predator would be able to come after them without being seen, as their was only one way to access them. "Good choice, m'lady. Though, I expect nothing less from you." Gator says with a grin as he glances over to Allayo, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had built up within the past twenty or so minutes. He then looked to Moon, who seemed to be rather frazzled by everything. The poor girl. She was a fragile little mare, and he didn't want her to be spooked. So he stepped towards her, and gave her a gentle nuzzle on the shoulder, as if to reassure her that everything would be alright. The stallion then moved closer towards the entrance, and glanced out, before beginning to graze. His herd would be safe as long as he stayed there and remained vigilant. The mares could relax now, considering both he and Allayo were on their toes, ready for whatever could possibly come.
Name;; Viking
Age;; Eleven
Gender;; Stallion
Status;; Lurking
Herd;; None
Call it creepy, but he was quite the stalker. He'd remained just outside of the herd's line of sight, so he could avoid being spotted. After all, both his brother and lead mare had caught a glimpse of a "large figure", so he had to be careful. But there was still they chance they'd hear him moving about. After all, he weighed over a ton. Anyone could hear an animal of that weight weaving in and out of trees or stepping on twigs. So he remained frozen, simply picking up on the conversation's going on. And from the sound of it, the herd was getting ready to move. Viking remained where he was, until he heard the sound of hoofbeats moving away from the area, and that was when he stepped out into open sight. The whole herd was gone, far down the path now, and he grinned. "Soon." He murmured, before diving back into the trees and trotting alongside the path they'd chosen to follow. It was a slow pace to travel at, but he had to be as quiet as possible. And upon rediscovering the herd, he felt his blood boil. That conniving hack! She'd pretty much set a trap for him. Leading the herd into an enclosure with one entrance. Clever thing. The stallion's ears flattened, and he had to control himself from screaming out in anger. No. There had to be some way to get them. He had to think fast. How could he use this to his advantage? It was then the idea hit him.
Name;; Some Kinda Witchcraft
Age;; Seven
Gender;; Mare
Status;; Curious
Herd;; None
She was delighted when the painted horse returned her greeting, and it encouraged her to take another step forward. He was rather large now that she had a close-up view of him. Older, too. He had scars spotting his pelt, but she had a feeling he wasn't typically a violent stallion. Which put her at ease, as she reached out her muzzle to sniff at him, before retracting it and shaking herself. Well, I guess it's time to introduce this lovely bay Morgan. "The name's Voodoo." The mare said with a small smile, her chocolate brown eyes now locking onto his as she awaited a response.
Name;; Dante's Inferno
Age;; Six
Gender;; Mare
Status;; Curious
Herd;; None
The mare was surprised to hear her call returned, and looked around to find the source of the response. It was upon glancing that she noticed a rather young stallion standing beside an older mare. An odd spectacle, considering many stallion had difficulties holding onto mares when they were under the age of five. And he didn't seem to be quite that old, or even have that much experience. As the dark bay stallion approached, the sorrel mare's ears twitched, and she stepped back with unease. She was a bit rusty on her social skills. But he seemed okay enough, and rather than come any closer, she decided to introduce herself. "My name is Dante."
{{ Viking has a surprise in store for the herd c; }}