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[biyondo basudei.]

[[already on it :3 No special posts for now..I will make one later, though..I have no real muse for Kratos. X3 But ill manage~]]

Kratos looked at her as he felt her hooves lash at her legs. He narrowed his orbs and slammed his hooves into the ground infront of her. "Then ill do it for you." Kratos growled, pulling at her forelock. He wanted her.

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Keres || Loner || 5 Years || In Heat
Keres took a step back when he slammed his front hooves on the ground; muscles rippling through his coat. She could see them; defined well. Hers were much smaller, a lot smaller. She rared slightly when he pulled on her forelocks, tossing out her front hooves at his chest.

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✽Jayden Ann Marie✽
.:Mare:.:8 Years:.:Irratated:.: Beautiful Soft Brown Coat:.:Loner:.

I shall paint a picture with my mane,
And will create sweet music with my hooves.
But when my heart begins to break
It's then I know I've lost my love
I shall paint the picture with my tears
and play sad music with my cries.
Never more will I
paint the skies.

The daggers peirced into the ground as the stallions reared. Slowing she saw a time to strike. Driving her harks to her crown she lowerd her head and charged at the stallion running under him. Several blows landing on her neck. The blow wasn't as painful as the cut. His daggers easily slicing through her skin. She squeled in pain. Rearing up she slammed into his chest. Not expecting the sudden force back down she landed on her knees. Standing there she braced her bones incase the stallion fell on her. Her shoulders stained with blood.

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[biyondo basudei.]

[[whos she with? >.<]]

Kratos looked at Keres and growled as he felt knees on his chest, but took another step towards her. He went for her neck, taking in a deep breath. He was aiming for her mane; but anything would do.

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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 stepped back as Stylo stepped forward. She continued her silence, feeling even more uneasy. After a drawn

"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

out moment of thought, she finally answered the stallion, her words soft and emotionless. "Meera..." She said simply, the single word forced. She took another step back, the muscles in her her legs taught, prepared to jump back at any moment and flee. To Meera, Stylo didn't seem brutal or mean, like most stallions, but he still seemed a bit... over excited. Tossing her mane, the obsidian mare snorted, waiting for Stylo to speak again.

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S t a l l i o n || L e a d ; P h o b e || F i v e Y e a r s

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Caspian stayed still a moment, watching the two distant figures. The unknown horses seemed to have little interest in anything around them, so Caspian felt it was safe to continue forward, though his harks remained erect and his

"O,

it is excellent to have a giant's strength,

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

- William Shakespeare

brown orbs trailed towards the figures every few moments, his mind set on keeping Phobe safe. Flicking his tail, he signaled they could move ahead, and began, to trot towards the pond; his large hoofs starting up their rhythmic thuds once again. It wasn't long before he reached the edge of the water, and let his large head drop so he could drink. He took a few, greedy gulps, before raising his neck and glancing around, waiting for Phobe to drink her fill.

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{ S O N G }

M a r e || O t h e l l o ' s H e r d || T h r e e Y e a r s || I n H e a t

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“We dance for laughter,
we dance for tears,
we dance for madness,
we dance for fears,
we dance for hopes,
we dance for screams,
we are the dancers,
we create the dreams.”

Song giggled and nodded, before turning and trotting along side him, flicking her tail every so often. Othello seemed kind enough with the muscle to back him up; exactly what she had been searching for.
{{Eeee.... Writer's block DXX}}

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S t a l l i o n || L e a d ; J e z e b e l || F o u r Y e a r s

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Montego pricked his ears, surprised as the mare dove beneath him while he was rearing. As she did so, he lost his balance and began to fall, a shrill whinny escaping his lips as he crashed onto the already battered and bleeding mare. A bit panicked now, as Horses were rarely ever down on the ground, he rolled off of Jade and quickly stood, not too beaten up

He needs a quote. Dx

Any suggestions? XD

from the fall. Snorting, he turned in a quick, tight circle, attempting to calm himself down. At the moment, he didn't care how hurt the defiant female was. If she hadn't tried to interfere she wouldn't have gotten in this mess, so why should he feel remorse? Coming to a stop, he raised a leg and pawed at the air in Jade's direction, still pissed. Montego waited for her to move, not because he cared, but because he wanted to be prepared if she had the gall to try and attack him again.

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((Montego))

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{Hehe. Omos, Meh drawing is finished. :3 Her name ish Niah, and i loves her hair, tail and back markings. x3 -Is doing a random breeding color in now- x3}

Phobe || Caspian's Herd || 5 Years || Pregnant
The paint dove lifted her ears when Caspian signaled it was fine to move forward again. She would pay attention to this stallion; not wanting to be on anyone's bad side. Giving a soft nicker from her muzzle, she trotted behind him, freezing at the waters edge to glance up at the two figures a little ways off still. She dipped her muzzle into the cool water, letting her ears droop in a relaxed spot.

Keres || Loner || 5 Years || In Heat
The tall mare pulled her head back when the stallion came forward trying to grasp her mane. She tried to pull her neck out of the way, but didn't pull it quite far enough. She felt his teeth meet the flesh on her neck, and squealed angrily at him.

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✽Jayden Ann Marie✽
.:Mare:.:8 Years:.:Irratated:.: Beautiful Soft Brown Coat:.:Loner:.

I shall paint a picture with my mane,
And will create sweet music with my hooves.
But when my heart begins to break
It's then I know I've lost my love
I shall paint the picture with my tears
and play sad music with my cries.
Never more will I
paint the skies.

The pain shot through her body as she was crushed by the stallion. Snorting she flicked her ears back hearing herbones bending. Whining she rolled over on her stomach. Looking at him she flicked her ears back looking up at him. Her breathing was shallow and stressed. Sweat beads had formed along her coat. Nickering softly she watched him. Her mane looked like she had just gotten wet. Narrowing her eyes she watched him.

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{ M O N T E G O }

S t a l l i o n || L e a d ; J e z e b e l || F o u r Y e a r s

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Montego tossed his head when the mare stayed down. With a defiant snort, he parted his maw to speak, voice deep and rumbling. "Next time, think before you pick your battles, insolent mare." He spat, words curt. Turning, he trotted back towards Jezebel, and lightly nudged her shoulder, signaling it was time for them to go.

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S t a l l i o n || L e a d ; P h o b e || F i v e Y e a r s

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Caspian saw no danger, nor did he hear or scent any. Confident that the area was clear except for the

"O,

it is excellent to have a giant's strength,

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

- William Shakespeare

two figues on the hill, he turned back to the water and took a slower gulp, enjoying the calm moment. After drinking his fill, he raised his head and glanced to the black and white mare beside him, water dribbling from his chin. "Let me know when you're ready to move on, Phobe." He said. Generally the pond would be a spot surrounded by horses, but, today it seemed safe and quiet. Unless they had too, Caspian felt it would be alright to stay there for a little while.

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✽Jayden Ann Marie✽
.:Mare:.:8 Years:.:Irratated:.: Beautiful Soft Brown Coat:.:Loner:.

I shall paint a picture with my mane,
And will create sweet music with my hooves.
But when my heart begins to break
It's then I know I've lost my love
I shall paint the picture with my tears
and play sad music with my cries.
Never more will I
paint the skies.

She rose to her feet carfully. Flicking her ears back she watched him. "Don't." she said blankly. It was about to end badly. She wasn't going to fight this stallion for the freedom of a mare who wanted the stallion. But she didn't enjoy the stallions attitude. He needed major adjusting. "Watch it." she said pawing at the ground. Thrashing her head around she let out a squeling whinny. Halfrearing she slamed her hooves down. She began to buck and kick like before.

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