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

[Dark Moon]

Name: Half-Moon
Nickname: Moon
Mood: Frightened
Tagged: Song of Storms [Storm], Song of Echoing Winds [Echo]
Status:In heat[2]

Moon stared at the other filly, barely acknowledging her greeting. She hesitated for a moment, about to flee again, but after a glance back at the bachelor behind her, thought twice about it. Storm was too close now, she wouldn't be able to get very far even if she did try to run. Glancing at Echo, Moon wasn't reassured by the other mare's terrified reaction to Storm. It only made Moon more frightened. The little chocolate mare glanced at Storm again, panic in her eyes and slipped around Echo, putting the bigger mare between her and Storm. Moon shifted her weight anxiously, her gaze pinned on Storm.

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[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.

(quoting because on my phone)

[SilverBell90]

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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.

K I N G

King of Thorns----- Mood: Determined

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

Kings continued his search for a good mare, passing by other bachelors along the way. Though he didn't scare them now, he planned on making his impression with other stallions later. As he got closer to a small bundle of trees, he spotted what seemed to be a beautiful mare that trotted over to them to graze. He made a high pitch whinny to try and get her attention. This mare was going to be his, whether he had to fight or not.

Name: Indistructible Armor
Nickname: Armor
Mood: Frightened, Angry
Tagged: Nightmare, Toovey, Reflection
Mares covered:0

Even before the blood bay bachelor was close, Armor could tell he big, but when Nightmare stopped, Armor let his gaze wander over him. He hated to admit it, but the bay was clearly bigger, stronger, and looked experianced. Whereas, Armor was obviously the underdog in this battle. He had no experiance but if he never fought, he would never gain the experiance he needed. But a battle at this time could be dangerous. There were easier mares to get. Mares that wouldn't have a bachelor fighting for them. If he backed off, the bay would be too busy to bother Armor when he went for other mares. All good reasons not to fight. The white stallion focused on Nightmare and found that he was half rearing, striking at the air with his hooves. Pinning his ears, Armor controlled his sudden fear, working hard to not let it show. As much as he wanted the two fillies, he was more frightened of Nightmare. With a small huff of annoyance, he backed off and looked around quickly, searching for another mare to court.

V A N I L L A

Vanilla Twilight-----Mood: Calm

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

Vanillas attention to the trees and grass of the forest was drawn away by a handsome stallion out in the valley. She shifted her lying position to loom across her back, trying to get a better look. This stallion is something else, she thought, still lying down. Hoping he would scent her, she whisked her tail a bit. Vanilla was anxious to see what Armor would think of her.

[aseling]

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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: Half Moon
❁Location: Meadow
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Echo noticed the colt, it connected in her brain that's why the filly was running. Echo did not respond to the Colts hello and flicked her ears and slightly pinned them not being friendly like normal. The filly pawed the ground her gaze dark and full of fear. the last time she was around a colt it was not so good.

[mads,]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: The Divine Infection
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Illusion

Oh what was such a handsome young stud to do? More specifically, what was this devilishly handsome boy with a vocabulary that would swoon any mare, young or old, to do? He had no one. No one to flirt with or charm-- and then he heard it. A reply to his call. It was soft, slightly high in pitch, indicating it was from a mare. Although it could easily be a very young colt, or even some escaped gelding. The dapple gray turned his head, eyes frantically searching for the source, and, aha! He'd found it. A gorgeous black and white filly, half-rearing to assure she grabbed his attention. A redundant action really, her reply was enough to get his fuel going. Plague was quick to approach her, but not so quick that he looked desperate. Rather, he trotted towards her, a faster pace than walking, but lazy enough that he seemed to keep his cool. Ah, yes. Play it cool for the ladies. Don't be in such a rush. And when he did come within her proximity, he slowed to a halt, and tossed his head. "My my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He marveled, quickly glancing over her sturdy form. "I'm surprised the dead haven't come back to life, you've certainly revived the life within me." Okay, maybe he was laying it on a bit too thick, but she was very pretty. And, well, he hadn't exactly been able to try out his new material. You know with the whole disease spreading and everyone's families dying and whatnot. "The name is Plague." The stud gave a soft snort, before extending out his muzzle to exchange scented greetings with her.

{{ All of my babies are free and quoted above ^^ }}

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The stallion whom she had replied to, soon approached her. After what he had said, she blushed slightly, "Why thank you." Illusion replied, almost speachless. The filly glanced at her own pelt, 'Did she really look that good?' Anyway, she thought she must reply with her name and also state that she was without a stallion or herd. "I'm Optical Illusion, but you can call me Illusion." The filly stated and shook out her mane. Illusion decided not state that she was herdless and without a stallion, just to make things interesting.

[evixtus]

~∆ Ventriloquismed by a Cricket ∆ Cricket ∆ Mare ∆ No Heat ∆ Loner ∆ Tags: Reflection, Toovey ∆~

Well, life was officially ruined for the petite varnish red mare. Her family, had died. The other foals of her herd had been stolen from her. She barely made it out alive on her own, suprisingly. Yes, her unbiological father had whisped into death and crumbled to the ground in front of her. The only way she survived the humans was humans was for her literally wriggling her way under a thick and stern bush of brambles. She could hear the helicopter fly over her head as they picked up her sire and tolled him away in a weird material of netting. Finally, the tiny varnish mare made her way out from the bush, her soft and shiny pelt becoming littered with tiny papercuts. She shook out her entire body, trotting silently through the forest, stumbling ever so often when her feet caught on branches or tapped a log as she stepped over it. She reached the massive meadow. Horses were all around her, and quietly, she headed down towards the watering hole. Colts were all over, and she managed to barely miss two colts thundering against each other as they fought over a mare and her sibling. Cricket nickered to them gently, inviting them to walk with her to the watering hole. (Reflection and Toovey)

~√ Adagio's Champagne Hurricane √ Adagio √ Mare √ No Heat √ Loner √ Tags: struck by an arrow √~

The dunalino filly would go into heat soon. She could feel it. The mares of her herd had told her all about being in heat, and what it is like to be pregnant, and so Adagio was quite excited to have her first foal. Bouncing happily on her hooves, the mustang shot forwards, her fur becoming a striking color of gold as she barreled across an open meadow. Horses were also littered around near her, but she paid no attention. She closed her eyes, enjoying the wild feeling of her mane whipping around and her tail streaming behind her like a banner. She heard cautious squeals near her, and she opened her eyes, looking over at two stallions fighting, while a varnish filly almost got ran over. She turned around again, and noticed that there was a stallion in front of her. She slammed on the brakes with a warning whinny, but barreled into him anyways. She tumbled over and landed in the water, letting off a big blue splash as she got soaked.

~• It's Raining Galaxies • Galaxy • Stallion • No Mares • Bachelor • Tags: A Sun Kissed Rose •~

The sorrel leopard appaloosa stallion pranced through the meadow, his tail arched and flagging out behind him and his knees being lifted high as he joyfully flung his feet in front of him, letting off a soft whinny. He needed mares, and yet his biggest goal for now was to claim most mares as his. He did a flying lead change and shifted into a canter, loping steadily through the valley. As he was moving, he noticed a beautiful mare under a tree, and he slowed his pace to a prance again, before shifting gates back down to a walk. As he approached the mare, he stretched his neck out, angling his ice blue eyes over her body. "Hello, pretty lady. What are you doing out alone?" He inquired, as he noticed that she had a big rump. Now he was definatly planning on statching her away as his own.

[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
What was wrong? Both of the fillies were looking at him with fearful expressions, and he didn't understand. He was oblivious to the fact that some fillies and mares did not like to be around or feared males. He frowned slightly at the two, slowing to a trot and finally stopping once he had reached Moon and Echo. "What's wrong?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "Why are do you look so scared?"

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.

[Dark Moon]

Name: Half-Moon
Nickname: Moon
Mood: Alarmed
Tagged: Song of Storms [Storm], Song of Echoing Winds [Echo]
Status:In heat

{Posting for Moon when Echo posts}

Name: Indistructible Armor
Nickname: Armor
Mood: Curious
Tagged: Vanilla
Mares covered:0

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As Armor trotted further away from Nightmare and the two fillies, he calmed down. Stopping, the white stallion glaced around, before uttering a loud bellow. Ears pricked, he listened paitently for a reply, but getting none, shrugged and continued moving. The wind picked up a bit and Armor could smell a mare. The scent was fresh so the mare was obviously nearby. Stopping, he looked around before spotting her. The mare was lovely, lying in the grass and looking at him with an open, curious expression. Armor nickered a low greeting and approached, his expression friendly, so he wouldn't scare her. Not that Vanilla looked too scared of him. He was pleased she wasn't frightened. It made his job that much easier. Excitement soon gleaming in his eyes, he stopped infront of her. "Hello, my name is Armor." He murmured to her. "And you are?"

[hortus]

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♚ Broken Mirror |reflection| ♚
Gender ➳ filly, will be mare after first breeding
Age ➳ 2
Heat ➳ 3
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ toovey/nightmare/cricket
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The beautiful young mare gave a friendly smile to the handsome and muscular blood bay stallion. She was very interested in him at the moment given her knowledge of him so far he seems to fit into the category of exactly what she looked for in a stallion; brave, muscular, strong, protective, yet kind and gentle. Broken Mirror tossed her pure white mane mane before responding to him. "Well I guess I will call you nightmare if that's what you insist, but don't be surprised if I ever name you by cursed nightmare." She liked his full name, feeling it suited him and had a ring to it. "On the other hand you may call me reflection and my sister toovey." Hearing a gentle nicker reflection turned her head and body with a flick of her scented tail to see a young mare, she gave a friendly smile approaching her, which wasn't too far from Cursed Nightmare, maybe a few feet. "Hello."

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☀ Dark Temptation |toovey| ☀
Gender ➳ filly
Age ➳ 7 months
Heat ➳ too young
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ reflection/nightmare/cricket
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She shook her small mane and forelock as she approached the masculine stallion. She took small, gentle steps towards cursed nightmare, Dark Temptation was very curious of him just like her sister. She felt comfortable reaching her head out to smell him. She then smiled backing away with a little neigh. Dark Temptation then ran around him a bit, but soon stopped in front of him again shaking her mane. This was a way of showing her sister she approved of him.
(sorry for toovey's short post)

[azhefa.]

My youngest filly, Cassy, is still open!

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ/Fᶤˡˡᶤᵉˢ : 2? ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Reflection/Toovey + Cricket

He couldn't help but chuckle and shakes his head a little as the older filly responds to him, very much amused by her rather bold words, he actually like it which surprises him a bit since he normally likes obedient mares that listen to his every word without question. The stud flicks his own tail a bit with another light nod, an amused half smile tugging at his lips, "As you wish. Nightmare hears Cricket's nicker, but was distracted by Toovey's playful antics to really pay attention to the new filly. He tilts his head a bit to the small filly curiously and then tosses his head up a bit when she runs around him.

The stallion chuckles again, a deep relaxed sound that vibrates deep in his chest, and watches as the foal runs around him only to stop back in front of him. He perks his ears at Toovey and playfully nudges her before trotting way, moving slow enough that the foal could keep up without exerting herself too much. As the large stud trots away from the young filly, he catches sight of Cricket and then remembers the nicker he had heard only moments ago. Nightmare nickers to Toovey to follow him and then heads over to where Reflection and Cricket were standing, his ears perked up with a curious expression on his face. Once close enough, the stallion whinnies a greeting to the new filly, but stops short to give her space so he doesn't crowd her or anything.

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The palomino tobanio filly snorts at a fly that tried to examine her nasal cavity, its small legs tickling her nose almost to the point of a sneeze. She shakes her head and then her pure white mane, huffing a sigh as she makes her way to another tree to graze. Rose drops her head to graze under her new patch of shade, her long white tail flicking behind her to battle biting flies, but the movement only spreads out her light heat scent. She rips up some of the sweet tasty grass, but pauses when she hears a whinny, the pitch suggests a filly since it's so high so she ignores it figuring it was just some filly looking for a stallion.

Rose returns to her grazing, ignoring some of the whinnies and calls that were echoing around the valley, not interested in mingling with anyone at the moment. She lifts her head and reaches back to scratch at a bug bite, her golden brown eyes catching sight of a older colt who was approaching her at a steady walk. The filly snorts a bit in irritation and flattens her ears as she watches Galaxy approach her, wanting to make it clear that his presence wasn't very welcome. When he gets closer, Rose stomps a hoof and snorts in a warning, her ears still flat as she gives him a dirty glare, "Staying away from everyone, including the likes of you." With an angry snort, Rose turns on her heels and canters off in the opposite direction.

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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.

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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.