Ⓨσυηg Ⓑʟσσ∂s - Wɪʟᴅ Hᴏʀsᴇ Rᴘ - Oᵖᵉᶰ/Aᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[.ace.]

•°¯`••ғadιng lyrιcs••´¯°•
lyrιc | lone ғιlly | 8 мonтнѕ | deтerмιned & ιnтereѕтed | тagѕ: -- | нerd: none

Lyric took in a sharp breath. She would have to let go of her past if she wanted to have a life, a new start. Swiveling her head, the filly searched her surroundings. She had decided against going to the valley as most young horses had. Instead, she preferred to be alone without having some air headed colt attempt to claim her. She would much rather find another filly to be friends with first. Picking up a relaxed walk, Lyric started forward in search of a companion to diminish the void of loneliness that filled her. The young horse had always been a bit self conscious about her long legs made her look a bit awkward and her short brownish tail swished wimpily behind her, but she didn't care about it anymore. She knew that no other foal would be able to judge her. No one had any right to judge anybody after the recent trauma they had all suffered.

׺°”˜`”°º× тнe laѕт legend ׺°”˜`”°º×
нero | вacнelor| 1yr, 6 мonтнѕ | cυrιoυѕ/concerned | тagѕ: -- | нerd: none

The colt had almost reached the bottom of the hill now, not really caring how long it took. Hero knew that a good bit of the foals would still be recovering from the impact of the plague; they would either rush toward a leader, or shy away. To him, it would be nonsense to try to forcibly snake a filly who was most likely still shaken up. That's why the red bay's actions baffled him. The colt, who had previously been engaged in flirting with the fillies, suddenly changed his mind and charged off to snake two fillies. Another snow white colt was already in the process of approaching them when the bay interrupted. He was obviously asking for a fight with the smaller colt. Hero pinned his ears. He didn't necessarily like that disputes were already breaking out, but this just meant that the competition he faced was weakened. Shaking out his short black mane, the colt started forward once again at a casual trot, but slowed as he neared the group of foals that lingered together in the center. He would only take the ones that asked or accepted them. He didn't need that many after all, he was still young.

*´¯`*.¸¸.*´¯`* мyѕтιc ιncanтaтιon *´¯`*.¸¸.*´¯`*
мyѕтιc | lone ғιlly | 1 year | thirsty & cautious| тagѕ: ĸarмa | нerd: none

Mystic pinned her ears back. There was too much commotion going on in this valley for her liking. She would prefer to be in a wider space rather than confined to the dip with the others. The sorrel overo turned her head around to check on the colts behind her. Good, they were currently preoccupied. She wanted to flee, yes, but now was not the time. What she needed to do was find her own space and stay there for a while. As she started to work her way through the crowd, she suddenly realized how thirsty she was. Mystic craned her neck up as high as she could and peered over the backs of other foals until she saw it. Not terribly far away was a good sized water hole that was dotted with unfamiliar fillies around it. Shyly, the paint began to shoulder her way through the others toward the water. Once she had finally broken free of the crowd, she picked up her walk a bit faster to get there sooner. Her only worry was the large black horse that stood there as well. She had already apparently driven some other foals off from the water, but Mystic was thirsty enough to try anyway. After all, no horse, especially not a fellow foal, could own a water hole. Taking a deep breath, she picked her head up and puffed out her chest just a bit as she neared.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: The Divine Infection
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Looking to start anew
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

The dapple gray stud watched from atop a hill, hidden inbetween thick trees whichbegan the outskirts of the forest. From where he stood, he could see his home transforming. What was once so vibrantly green and clamored with lively horses, now seemed so dull and barren. A few bodies were spread out amongst the grass, bodies he didn't dare approach, too afraid to end up finding his family members. The humans had just packed up their gear and left with the survivors, well, those hanging on by a thread. He'd seen how that disease had affected them. It hit his own mother all too quickly. Last he saw her she could barely hold herself up she was so weak. And the young stallion turned away, too pained to continue looking over this dreaded sight. He needed to get moving. As he walked away, he could hear the subtle caw of crows coming down to feed on the carcasses, and he forced himself into a canter. No way was he sticking around for such a gruesome sight. Plague weaved in and out of the trees with little effort, somehow managing to clear them all without a single flaw. His agility and cat-like reflexes were something to be marveled. When he slowed to a halt, now re-entering the realm of the living, he could see many of the orphans moving on to find their own path in life. Everyone was ready to start fresh. With a smirk, the handsome stud called out to any who wished to join him, whether they be mare or stallion. Any company was better than none.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Nuclear Wasteland
Aᵍᵉ :: Nearly two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Filly/Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Observing
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

Ever since the humans had infiltrated her home, the filly had been hiding. Her sanctuary was currently a small cave, naturally created in the side of the hills due to erosion. It had been a while since she'd actually seen anyone else, she hadn't dared to leave her safe haven. For days she could hear the cries of the elders who were in excruciating pain, as they wished for a swift death or commanded their young'uns to run. For days she'd heared those awful two-leggeds rounding up and driving away the infected, many too weak to actually run a great distance. Those who couldn't be captured had been left to die. Amongst those, was her mother. And the grulla's heart was heavy with the loss. She'd seen her. Heard her. Her mother had collapsed while being driven towards the two-leggeds scary horse traps, and was too exhausted to pick herself back up. Later that same evening, the disease had taken her life. Chernobyl shook herself, commanding her mind to stop thinking of those awful things. It was too late now. Her mother was gone. The young mare poked her head out of the cave, examining her surroundings. The coast was clear, minus the bodies now being scavenged by crows and other birds of prey. She braced herself, and quickly exited, making way to the mainlands where all of the other orphans had traveled to. Upon her arrival, she was relieved to see all of them gathered in the area. Some colts and young stallions were chasing after the ladies, while many of them were simply frozen in place, as if still in shock from recent events. Chernobyl took her place off to the side, a good distance away from the others, quietly observing them as they went about their lives as if nothing had happened. Would anyone take notice of he wallflower?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Atom Bomb
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Sad, Alone
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

"Goodbye mum. Goodbye dad." The dark bay murmured softly, as he turned away from the area he once called home. He didn't know where they were or what had happened to them, but he couldn't bear thinking of the possibilities. Atom hadn't been able to say his goodbyes, so he decided to do it now, before he left his former home for good. He held his held high, eyes squeezed shut as he forced himself away from the place he'd grown up in. Where he'd been born. Where his mother had fallen in love with his father. It was so much harder than he'd ever expected it to be. But he'd managed, and was now amongst the foals and yearlings he'd grown up with. Many of them he recognized from former herds that had existed. Some of the fillies had matured into lovely young mares, and some of the colts had become muscular, testosterone-driven stallions. The rest were still young or in midst of maturing. Atom was well on his way to becoming a handsome stallion, minus being driven entirely by his hormones like some teenage boy surrounded by pretty girls in short skirts. He was fairly tall, about fifteen hands high or so, with lean muscles that rippled beneath his dark brown pelt. His eyes were an icy blue, something he'd inherited from his mother. Overall he was quite the looker, he just didn't know exactly how to go about approaching a mare. Much like a teenage boy, he typically found himself freezing up and stumbling over his words when it came to talking to a pretty girl. Usually he was too awkward for their liking, and was sent on his way, dejected and broken-hearted. But now, at this very moment in time, Atom was determined. Determined to get the guts to ask a girl to be his. And with this newfound determination, he let out a low whinny of greeting, hoping to catch someone's attention.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Creature from the Black Lagoon
Aᵍᵉ :: Nearly two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Filly/Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Bored
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

Well. That was that. Buh-bye family. The black draft sighed, as she looked over the pitiful sight of her now desolate and dead home. "How unfortunate." She murmured, before turning away and heading towards new grounds. Unlike many of the orphans, Creature didn't really care or feel any remorse for what had happened. Plagues hit at random and wipe out colonies. It was a part of life. So be it. Perhaps it was insensitive, or perhaps it was really her form of coping. Either way it didn't really matter much to her as she came to the grounds where the loners now resided. Some of the colts were chatting it up with the fillies, others were on their own or looking after their younger siblings. She simply rolled her eyes, and proceeded to move through the crowds. The pitch black femme was certainly odd, and perhaps a bit spooky. Intimidating even, considering how she towered over many of the others, and bore great muscles which rippled beneath her dark pelt with every movement she made. She didn't stop to make conversation with anybody, or even bother giving out a greeting call. She wasn't about to open up all, [i]"Welcome welcome! Oh woe is me I lost my mummy and daddy, let's start a herd together!"[/b] Pah. How disgusting. If anyone wanted to talk to her, or was brave enough to approach her, then they'd do it without needing any formal invitation. For now, she grazed on the vegetation that had begun to sprout all over.

{{ All of my characters are open ^^;; Creature will be the most difficult, just a heads up. }}

[alokesti]

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[SilverBell90]

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P I C A S S O

Picasso with a Pencil

Stallion // 2 years // 15.3hh // Bachelor // Herd: None // Mares: 0 // Tags: None

Picasso kept his head raised, smelling the air for mares to make a herd with. As he looked around, he let out a loud call, trying to attract one or two. The sweet heat scent was in the air as he lowered his head and pricked his red ears forward.

K I N G

King of Thorns

Stallion // 2 years // 15.3hh // Bachelor // Herd: None // Mares: 0 // Tags: None

The handsome dark rose grey horse trotted confidently with his tail held high and flicking behind him. He lifted his head and sent out a call for a beautiful mare. Since he hadn't rolled in and dust or splashed in any water, his coat was shiny and well-kempt. His dark grey hair waved in the small breezes that traveled over the valley.

V A N I L L A

Vanilla Twilight

Mare // 2 years // 15.2hh // Herd: None // Stallion: None // Tags: None

The young mare was lying in the shade of a few trees. The days of nonstop travel to get to safety had tired her out. Know that she was back home, all she could think of was a good nap. Her barrel gently raised and fell as she breathed in the sweet and earthy smell of forest grass. Vanillas snowflake coat was dappled by the light slipping through the leaves above her. A feeling of sadness took her as she remembered how this area had once been the home of her thriving herd.

[hortus]

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♚ Broken Mirror |reflection| ♚
Gender ➳ filly, will be mare after first breeding
Age ➳ 2
Heat ➳ 3
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ toovey/armor/nightmare
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Tension still showed through her skin and eyes, but she loosened out a little willing to give a chance. When suddenly a blood bay stallion comes in; dominant, strong, and looked to be a good leader. Her blue eyes flickered back and fourth at the two, now intrigued and interested, willing to follow who ever wins. She stands by not fleeing, just watching as she made sure to keep toovey right by her side. With a flick of her tail, and a toss of her mane she backed up a bit now relaxed, curious of the outcome. She had enough knowledge to see that the blood bay stallion looked to be stronger and had a bigger chance at winning, but she won't know until one backs down.

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☀ Dark Temptation |toovey| ☀
Gender ➳ filly
Age ➳ 7 months
Heat ➳ too young
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ reflection/armor/nightmare
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As the young filly's eyes held a load of curiosity to the single stallion that was a stranger to even more as another stallion swooped in. This came as a shook to the younger filly as she stood next to her sister, she was a little startled still not grasping the whole idea of what was going on. All she knew was that they wouldn't be alone anymore, and would soon have a bigger family and be in a herd.


( sorry for bad posts :l ))

[azhefa.]

My mature fillies are open for any mature colts and my young filly is open for any younger horses (:

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Armor + Reflection/Toovey

The bigger bay stallion snorts at Armor, clearly angered that the smaller colt had the audacity to try and fight him. He pins his ears back and shakes out his thick black mane before trotting closer, pulling his chin tight against his muscled chest as he advances towards the lesser male in a display of strength and also a clear challenge to the other colt. Nightmare comes to a stop only a dozen feet away, his chin tucked in the classic challenge that flares up his already thick mane and shows off the muscles in his thick neck, the small bit of draft blood in him showed though his above average size and muscle thickness. Even though he was just a 2-year-old, Nightmare already stood at a tall 16.2 hands and was still growing.

With a loud angry squeal, Nightmare half rears, striking out at the air before him with his forelegs to try and intimidate the smaller colt, he has seen his step-sire do it before when bachelors harassed him and had seen it work many times before. He snorts deeply and gives Armor an icy glare with his eery red-brown eyes that seem to lack even the slightest bit of emotion, not even his fury was evident in his empty gaze, but they weren't lifeless as many had thought, just very cold and closed off. Nightmare paws the ground beneath him as he waits for the other colt's response to his challenge, he was as determined as ever to leave with the two fillies who were curiously looking on off to the side. He knew the older one was experiencing her first heat and it just makes him want her all the more.

Ｊｕｓｔ Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ Ｃａｔａｓｔｒｏｐｈｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Cᵃˢˢʸ ⋮ 7 Mᵒᶰᵗʰˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

Since she doesn't have a herd anymore, she could wonder around like the other fillies were doing, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Cassy yawns a little and shakes out her flea-bitten grey pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion or even a colt tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone, but on the other hand she likes the peace and quiet that comes with being alone, it's a tough choice for her.

After the death of her family, Cassy was glad to not have anyone around, anyone that can be taken from her like they have. She sighs deeply and lifts her head to gaze around the valley, the sight of so many other foals and young horses sends a pang of sadness through her heart, she misses her mother and the other mares in the herd. Cassy shakes out her short stiff mane and returns to her grazing, trying to get her thoughts off the sad memories that want to flood her mind, she must be strong now, her mother would want her to live, not waste away due to misery. The young filly silently grazes under her shady tree, still deep in thought.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast valley that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The filly looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older filly snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pure white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat yet ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The filly trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her draft body storms down the hillside, she may not be at full growth, but she was still pretty large for a 2-year-old. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone foals and other adolescents (random), the sight of the others makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser horses from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller horses from fighting back as does her slightly older age.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a foal who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the bigger female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the others. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[aseling]

(I have all my horses open)

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❁Name: Lilly Of The
Painted Meadows
❁Nickname: Lilly
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow

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Lilly trotted along the small cleared path, careful not to run into any humans. Her ears flicking side to side. Lilly slowly into a walk stopping listing for any stallions. After hearing nothing she pressed onward beginning to gallop now. The wind blew through her mane and tail as her hooves thundered the soft, green ground.

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✘Name: Thundering
Hooves
✘Nickname: Thunder
✘Age: 2 years old
✘Gender: Stallion
✘Mares: None
✘Offspring: None
✘Tags: None
✘Location: Meadow

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Thunder gave a small nickered hoping to have a mare reply. As he heard nothing he begun to trot off in a different direction. Every Few yards he would stop and give out a nicker. Knowing this was very desperate he did not care. he had been alone for far too long and hoped to find a mare to start a new herd.

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❁Name: Song Of The
Echoing Winds
❁Nickname: Echo
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow
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Echo reared on a small ravine not caring who heard her, She turned and begun trot, canter, then finally gallop, faster and faster her hooves took her. The wind howled in her ears as she ran pinning them so she would not damage them. She slowed then stoped realizing that she might run into a stallion. She begun to walk on trying to stay quieter.

[Blumenkranz]

Zelda's Lullaby [Lullaby]||Yearling||Lone Filly
Lullaby was alone, and she didn't like it. This is the first time she had been completely alone, she was still very young and preferred the company of other horses. Her family was gone, all the other horses killed by the horrible sickness. She however, like all the other young horses, survived. All older horses were gone, the humans have left, and now these young horses were roaming around the range. Lullaby didn't know what to do now, she had been separated from her family, maybe her brother was alive? It seemed like all young horses survived the sickness, and her brother was only a year older than she is. Maybe she could find him? She let out a soft sigh. She was fine with finding anyone really, she just didn't want to be by herself.

Song of Storms [Storm]||2 years old||Lone Colt
No one replied to his call. He was a little disappointed, but oh well. He thought about maybe calling out again and seeing if anyone would respond. Then, he caught onto a scent. It was a filly, and they seemed to be close. But where were they? He looked around, but he didn't see any horses close him him. He searching around a bit, trying to find out where the filly was and he ended up near the trees. Was she here? He couldn't yet see anyone, but he was getting close to where Moon was. "Hey!" He whinnied "Anyone there?"

Crimson Arrow [Cordelia]||Yearling||Lone Filly
The chestnut yearling was grazing, her tail flicking occasionally an her ears flicking back and forth. She was alert, she was a young filly and was all by herself which made her an easy target for predators. The moment she sensed something was wrong, she would flee. However right now she was calm, keeping an eye on her surroundings as she ate.

[beth.]

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Nickname : ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ
Age : ² ʸᵉᵃʳˢ
Mares : ᶰᵒ ᵐᵃʳᵉˢ
Mares Bred : ⁰ ᵇʳᵉᵈ
Mood : ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗ
Tags : ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

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rísíng frσm thє shαdσws
Death slowly walked along contently, tossing her nose up gently the mare bobbed her head softly and nickered gently before bobing her head and smiling softly, whickering contently as he waited for a hopeful reply of a mare. A sigh managed to the male as there was no reply. He flared his nostrils and pinned his ears before looking up and snorting. The large male turned his nose to his hind hoof where he lifted it up and scratched his ear roughly. As he believed he was content he pulled his nose back and then turned his head back and chewed at his stomach and shoulder, his winter coat falling from his body as he chewed. Most horses coats were ragged and shredding, not one horse had a beautiful coat yet, and never really did, their coats always had scars and rub marks, even the mares. But until summer the horses coats would be rubbed, dirty and slowly thinning out. Occasionally you'd see snow, as it was only early spring, not yet the full breeding season, another week and mares would be in spring heat, many atleast would. The stallion flicked his ears and grazed quietly before looking at the river near by before he simply grazed contently.

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Nickname : ᴬʳʳᵒʷ
Age : ² ʸᵉᵃʳˢ
Mares : ᶰᵒ ᵐᵃʳᵉˢ
Mares Bred : ⁰ ᵇʳᵉᵈ
Mood : ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗ
Tags : ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

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struck вч αn αrrσw
The handsome bay belgian x thoroughbred stallion walked along, Arrow was still very young, but like all the other males he wasn't that worried about stallions fighting to much, most would probaly try to gather mares and leave each other alone for a year or two, any damage to males this young could be catastrophic. Arrow turned his head and scratched his shoulder before lowering his muzzle to his knee he rubbed his nose upon his knee and fetlock before snorting gently he then lifted his muzzle back up and watched for any threats, but also searching for a mare to claim as his own before any other males stole them all.

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Nickname : ᴬᶜᵉ
Age : ¹⋅⁴ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ
Mares : ᶰᵒ ᵐᵃʳᵉˢ
Mares Bred : ⁰ ᵇʳᵉᵈ
Mood : ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗ
Tags : ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

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αcє σf spαdєs
Ace flicked his ears and snorted gently as he grazed, is interests did not yet lie with mares yet, however he would happily take over mares if they came to him. Tossing his head he snorted gently and flicked his tail with a nicker he shook out his mane and called out contently, bored of something he whinnied softly and troted along down the ravine which lead into the meadow near by.

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Nickname : ᶠᵃᶦᵗʰ
Age : ² ʸᵉᵃʳˢ
Status : ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ³
Herd : ᶰᵒ ˢᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ
Mood : ᵐᵒᵒᵈʸ ⁻ ᴹᵃʳᶦˢʰ
Tags : ᴹᶦˢˢʸ + ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

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rєgrєttαвlє mєmσríєs
Faith grazed contently, the pretty white Arabian mare lifted her mane and snorted particularly happy at the moment, the mare was quite agitated and annoyed, a little sore in the stomach the mare stamped her hooves and occasionally kicked at her stomach, she was not collicing or anything, but like humans, mares occasionally got sore when in season. The mare loudly called out but still, agitated she wasn't going to be too polite over breeding and may just kick the male after being covered. She showed it in her eyes, her agitation and frustration, ears pinned she called out loudly and pulled her tail up and swished the end of it frantically to spread her scent. The mare had come early into spring heat and was quite cranky about it, the mare slammed her hooves down as she broke into a trot and swished her tail non stop to attract a stallion. She looked back at her filly with a soft smile and then nickered softly, tossing her nose contently the mare shook out her mane she flared her nostrils and shook out her mane as she grazed contently beside the pretty foal.

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Nickname : ᴹᶦˢˢʸ
Age : ⁶ ᵐᵒᶰᵗʰˢ
Status : ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ⁰
Herd : ᶰᵒ ˢᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ
Mood : ᶜᵘʳᶦᵒᵘˢ
Tags : ᶠᵃᶦᵗʰ + ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

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tσtαllч místαkєn
The chestnut filly looked up at her mother as the grumpy mare stamped her hooves and called out loudly, she was entering the deeper stage of what she called estrus which made her want to breed. Tossing her chestnut nose she pranced and bucked trotting along contently and happily, calling out briefly as she grazed contently. the filly occasionally tried to nurse but was nipped most of the time so she just decided to graze contently, ears flicking she shook over her mane again and tossed her noe as she grazed quietly.

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❁Name: Lilly Of The
Painted Meadows
❁Nickname: Lilly
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow
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Lilly flicked her tail and grazed on the lush grass. She tossed her head looking up deciding not to stay in the same spot, for she could get caught by a stallion. The young chestnut Paint's winter coat still a bit long but she was shedding. Her soft coat simmered in the warm sunlight. She nickered to see if there was any stallions, She may have wanted to be alone but she knew, that if she as to survive, She would need to join a Herd. Even so, Lilly would still put up a flight till she gave in.

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✘Name: Thundering
Hooves
✘Nickname: Thunder
✘Age: 2 years old
✘Gender: Stallion
✘Mares: None
✘Offspring: None
✘Tags: None
✘Location: River

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Thunder bent his head down to lap up the cold water still icy from the melting snow. Thundering hooves nickered for any mares hopping to get a reply. He flicked his tail as none replied and begun to move on, maybe he would have luck else were. He begun to pick up speed, his hooves giving a small thud as they hit the ground

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❁Name: Song Of The
Echoing Winds
❁Nickname: Echo
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow
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Echo trotted forward her mood happy and cheerful even after what had happened, She always tried to remain happy. The young Blue roan mare nicked her anyone, She was tired of being alone, tired of not having a safe feeling, tired of running. Echo tossed her head her gaze happy but deep in them filled with grief.