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Phobe || Caspian's Herd || 5 Years || Pregnant
The patched dove smiled when he returned her nuzzle, closing her amber eyes contently. To find a stallion was a lot off of the mares mind; but to find one as calm as the buckskin she had found was above and beyond what she had expected, considering he was well built, and utterly massive compared to her lithe and beautiful frame. She pricked her harks to his words; opening her amber orbs to look at her stallion. She was a little thirsty, now that she thought of it. "Yes, A little." She answered him, blinking her calm eyes as she smiled.

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Stylo {Lo, Sty} || Bachelor || 5 Years ||

Harks perking to the sound of hoofprints close now, Stylo turned his head to see what appeared to be a mare coming into view. Letting out an excited neigh, the stallion pranced up closer to the mare. "Well hello there, fancy meeting another here, don't you think?" The scent of the females heat slowly sinking into Sty's nostrils made the bachelor began to stamp his front right hoof up and down to the ground. His orbs never leaving the dark mare's.

[biyondo basudei.]

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Kratos rolled his eyes. "Well this one is.." He said, narrowing his eyes challengingly. "It takes two to tango, mare. And your about to learn that for real." He growled and launched forwrds at her with all his weight. No, Kratos didn't want to hurt her too much; he just wanted to beat her up to show her he was for real.

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Keres || Loner || 5 Years || In Heat
Keres pulled back a step when he spoke. She wasn't getting out of this; no matter how much she wanted to believe she could. When he lurched forwards, she felt his weight thrown against her's, witch wasn't much when compared. She stumbled back from him; keeping her frame at a stand for the moment as she looked up at him. She was a fast mare, not a strong one, or a tough either.

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{ M E E R A }

M a r e || L o n e r || T w o Y e a r s || I n H e a t

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Meera flattened her harks, amber orbs following the stallion as he noticed her and approached. Meera snorted, her scowl not leaving her features. As the stallion spoke, she stayed silent, not feeling the need to respond. The obsidian mare felt the urge to flee, as well as the urge to stay and speak with the stallion, both urges were of equal potency. She wished to flee,

"Yet Freedom!

yet thy banner torn but flying,

Streams like the thunder storm against the wind;

Thy trumpet voice,

though broken now and dying;

The loudest still the tempest leaves behind.''

- Lord Byron

because Meera loved to be free, to be able to run wherever she wanted too without having to stick by a stallion's side and abide by his ever word just because he had a pair of balls. But, then again, the sickly sweet heat scent that trailed her and her instincts told her to stay; to join him, and to do what she was designed to do; survive and procreate. Because of her warring feelings, she settled for silence. The only reason her instincts had a chance to butt in and have a say was because the stallion had approached slowly and greeted her first, instead of charging and trying to snake her immediately. Typically, she would have fled as soon as the stallion showed interest.

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Caspian nodded simply, turning and bending his head down slightly to brush his cheek against her own. "Alright, Love. Come with me. He said, before turning and trotting off. His massive mass rippled with ever thud of his giant, sharp hooves colliding with the ground, sending ripples through his muscles.

"O,

it is excellent to have a giant's strength,

but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant."

- William Shakespeare

The sight was quite intimidating, despite the kind and sweet personality that it hid. Before too long, Caspian's amber orbs caught sight of the pond, it's blue surface glittering in the sunlight. Eager as he was to reach the water, Caspian stopped suddenly, snorting to signal Phobe to do the same. He saw two figures atop a small hill behind the pond, both close, as if conversing. {Meera and Stylo} He was unsure whether to continue, or stay and see if the stallion left. Both options made sense, as Caspian was large and could easily win almost any battle, and Phobe no longer had a heat scent to attract other males. Then again, it was probably safer for his unborn foal if he and his mare stayed away.

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Stylo {Lo, Sty} || Bachelor || 5 Years ||

Not getting a responce the chocolate silver dapple bachelor tried once more to get the mare to speak. "I'm Stylo, and you are?" Hooves picking up and moving in a little closer to the dark mare in heat, Sty began to shake his head an whinny in a giddy way. Locks of hair now twitching as his mane flared up and down a from the shake, the stallions long white tail raised slightly in a cocky sort of way. Not wanting to push into the situation, the male attempted to keep his excitement down as to not make the lone mare flee.

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As he heard the mare's giggle , and her say how it was 'his lucky day' , he snorted and tossed his head , his dark mane flapping slightly in a breeze. "Well , that's just wonderful . You're the perfect addition to my herd" he said , his eyes kind and excited . He was genuinely glad to have this mare in is herd . She was the best he had seen yet, certainly more worth his time than the white mare , as this one didn't put up such a fight . Or rather , any fight at all . He nickered as he felt her brush her cheek against the side of his muzzle , and in return he lipped her mane lightly , tugging at it playfully , then nuzzling her neck softly , breathing hotly onto it . Shortly after he finished that , he decided it might be good to take her back to his hill , where he intended to claim as his new herd's territory . "Come , darling , let's go to our land" he said gently , starting at a trot , but making sure to stay rather close to the pretty Palomino mare , so as not to lose her . If any other stallion got interested in her , things would get dirty rather fast .

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Phobe || Caspian's Herd || 5 Years || Pregnant
Phobe smiled at Caspian softly; letting her smaller frame follow behind him as he lead the way towards the lake. When he stopped, and snorted for her to do the same, she did so, coming to rest near his flank. She lifted her ears, brown orbs staring at the two figures ahead curiously.

[biyondo basudei.]

Kratos' eyes were trained on her heels. He kicked at them as she tripped back, his nares flaring. "Either fight or come with me. Either one works with me.." He muttered, his tone cold and his voice harsh. "So, while you decide, whats your name?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

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Keres || Loner || 5 Years || In Heat
Keres kicked out at him when he moved for her heels, pulling back again. She lashed her off-white plume as he spoke. "I'll have to be dead then." She spat at him, her gaze narrowed as she stared at him. "And it's nothing to you." She added, pulling her head high in defiance.