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[biyondo basudei.]

amorette faun || 4 || loner mare || curious

The small framed mare flicked her harks back, her small frame traveling across the grass. "L'enfer, ce lieu est grand.." She whispered to herself, lowering her head. She let her hooves tap against the ground as her eyes struck over the ground. And as they looked up, she saw a stallion and a cave. Her hooves slowed and her nares flared, her harks flicking forwards curiously; but carefully, as well. She lowered her body, although she was pretty small, to make sure that he wouldnt see her; not yet, at least.

She blinked lightly, letting her body drop into the grass. She was curious onto what he was guarding, but her breath was low. And as a few minutes passed by, she inched closer, getting more interested; she had finally found fancying certain stallions normal at this age. And this stallion seemed almost perfect for that.

"Curiousity kills the cat, they say.." She thought to herself, pushing herself up onto her hooves. She started towards him, her careful and small hooves tapping against the rocky ground. She paused about 20 feet away from him, her nares flaring as she noticed the mare inside the cave. She crossed her front legs and stood there, just staring at this stallion that had captured her attention. " Bien bonjour, clouter.." She said, chuckling lightly and looking at him, grinning. [[L'enfer, ce lieu est grand..= H*ll, this place is huge.. || Bien bounjour, clouter.. = well hello, stud..]]

kratos' wrath || 6 || bachelor || mad

wip.

[war paint.]

Ushanti ~ Asher's ~ 5 years old ~ In foal heat
Ushanti opened a eye,She looked at the buch of grass and reached over and lipped it.Altought it reked of the stallions scent she ate it."Thanks." She muttered and snuggeled again into the cave.His nudge on her back still lingering.The ebony mare never exsperinced love,That's what brought her to what she is.

[bri']

{ C A S P I A N }

S t a l l i o n || B a c h e l o r || F i v e Y e a r s

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Caspian trotted along, his large hooves creating large dents in the soft green grass. The large stallion tossed his head, trying to get his long, wavy mane out of his eyes before picking up his speed and moving into a fluid canter. His muscles rippled beneath his golden buckskin pelt as he ran, banner flying behind him. A soft, nicker parted his chiseled muzzle, before giving way to a louder, deeper bellow. Caspian's voice was deep and rumbling, - no matter how soft he tried to be - matching his massive and intimidating size.

"O,
it is excellent to have a giant's strength,
but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant."

- William Shakespeare

The stallion eventually slowed his pace, a sheen of sweat covering his sides. As large as he was, it was hard for brute to run very long at a fast pace. At a slow pace, though, he had plenty of stamina. Stopping completely, Caspian craned his neck downwards, soft black lips brushing against the healthy spring grasses. He allowed himself to graze, head sweeping from side to side as the large horse quickly ate up all of the grass in his general area. Now full, and tired out, Caspian raised his head, warm brown eyes sweeping the horizon. Though he was one of the rare, kind stallions, he still had to be alert, as others were not as kind as he. With a snort, Caspian decided the area was clear and carefully lowered his tall and stocky frame into the now shortened grass.

[war paint.]

Ushanti ~ Asher's ~ 5 years old ~ In foal heat
Ushanti could smell Caspins scent in the mare.The mare stood up a smile on her face she whinnied as loud as she could for the stallion.The mare took a breathe before whinning again for the stallion.

[iShame]

Asher || Lead Stallion; Adelaide, Ushanti|| 6 Years
Asher listened to the mare inside stir, as well as her words. He snorted lightly in response to her mutter; lifting his ears at foreign words from a white mare. He remained where her stood, however, watching Amorette through brown orbs. He wasn't sure on what she had said, so he gave a nicker in return to her words. His ears fell back at Ushanti's sudden whinny, and turned back to her; throwing his hooves against the cave wall warningly.

Phobe || Loner || 5 Years || In Heat
The paint dove shook out her white mane as she moved fluidly; soft brown eyes watchful for approaching horses of any kind. Her mind continually nagged at her to search harder for a stallion; and so she turned to looking for a scent, though her nose was not fond enough to find a brutes musky scent along the ground. A soft melodic whinny left the mares muzzle, her head pulled back slightly and her ears raised for a response.

[RαrєHuskíєs]

Othello is a 5 year old , pure Mustang . He does not have a nickname , and is merely called Othello when referred to . He is a base Dark Mahogany color , rich and smooth . He has white splothes , and a bald white face marking . His eyes are blue , with a dark black eyeliner look around them . His muzzle is pink , and his mane and tail are a dark chocolate color . He is well muscled and can be considered bulky . Othello can be described in a few different words , such as tough , pushy , and wise . He has a big heart , but you won't view it until you get to know him . When he sees something he wants , you best believe he'll go after it , and more than likely , get it . He refuses to take no as an answer , and he has been known for his violent side . He was born in a valley , to a herd of a rather great size , 20 head . His father was the lead Stallion of course , and his mother was the lead mare , making him a very well bred colt . He got many good traits and genes from his parents . He had 6 sisters , all who were still apart of the herd , and 2 brothers , one only a few days older , and one who was already evicted from the herd . He grew up as a mannerly colt , listening well and learning much from his father in the art of being a Lead Stallion . He was always tough , and finally when he turned 3 , he was evicted , and stayed by himself for only 2 short months , before getting his first mare , Dutchess . He and the mare had a foal , called Faolan , and they were a rather happy herd . But one day , a storm hit , and the lightning caught the forest they were in on fire , and Foalan , being so little , fell and broke his leg , shortly after , the fire engulfed him . Him and Dutchess escaped , but afterwards , Dutchess was never the same , and only a few short months later , passed away due to depression . He has been a bachelor ever since , hopeful and determined to start a new , strong herd of his own again . He plans to let nothing get in his way .

[war paint.]

Ushanti ~ Loner ~ 5 years old ~ In foal heat
Ushanti cpntinued to whinny for help.She stopped after a while and took a breathe before continuing.Not scared of the stallion that was beating the wall.

[iShame]

{I'll add him to the front in a moment, Rareh :3}

Asher || Lead Stallion; Adelaide, Ushanti|| 6 Years
The buckskin stallion narrowed his eyes at Ushanti. "Ye ain't comin' out, Missy." He growled at her, narrowed eyes. If the stallion she was whinnying for came; chances were he would let her out, just to get rid of her. She was more of a problem than she was worth. He lashed his ebony tail behind him; turning back to the white mare that had appeared.

[biyondo basudei.]

amorette faun || 4 || loner mare || curious

"Dont speak French, hmm? Most horses around here dont.." She said simply, watching the mare in the cave. "Better shut her up, I bet shes calling for another stud..~" She said, teasing him. Despite her small size and very skinny frame, she could fight like a soldier. She swished her tail back and fourth, eyes narrowed in a playful way. She stood her ground, though; even the stallion looked quite challenging.

[war paint.]

Ushanti ~ Loner ~ 5 years old ~ In foal heat
Ushanti rolled her eyes,"Oh shut you're mouth." Now she whinnied for anyone to help her.Her log depressing and needing whinny filled the air.