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Maricus | Bacholer | 5 years of age.
Maricus groweled,He let go of her mane then moved to her neck.The stallion loced on and moved so his flank touched hers.His teeth chomped down on her pelt.

(wb as well.)

[iShame]

{Ish Okey. Meh isn't have much muse either.. >.<}

Balze {Bane} || Night's Herd || 4 Years || In Heat
The brindled mare let her ears twitch, listening to him speak. It was a simple name..Yes. She shifted her weight uncertainly, watching.

[extraterrestrial]

(I don't even know how to reply to Bane...)
(No more fancy colorful postehs)

Phantom's Rose
Opera || Mare || Loner || 3 Years

I whinny loudly in pain. Trying to get a stallion to get me, I mean a mare could to but it would be more fun to see some random stally come to my rescue. I slide into a laying position and lock my jaw onto his ankle. I then twist my head, trying to hurt it so he couldn't come after me when I ran.

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Maricus | Bacholer | 5 years of age.
Maricus stomped his hoof and pryed it from the mare.He grabbed the mares cheek and tried to lift her up.All he wanted was her giving i and surendering.And he wouldn't stop until she did.

[extraterrestrial]

Phantom's Rose
Opera || Mare || Loner || 3 Years

I pull my cheek away before he can grab me and lock my jaws onto his ankle again and quickly come to a stand. His ankle is still gripped tightly in my teeth. I bite harder, a bit of blood falling onto my tounge. I grimace and drop his ankle, yanking away I dart into the trees. Disasppearing before he grabs my tail or something else. He could follow my scent and probably would. I smell the fresh scent of two stallions and about three mares where I am. There is a cave that only a mare could fit into, the entrance too small for a grown stallion. I dart in and there is the scent of another mare inside. Probably escaping another stallion as I am now. I bend and step in, if I was just standing I would be too tall. Very thin grass covers the bottom of the cave and I wonder how it can grow with such little sunlight. A thin stream runs through the cave and I realize I could survive in here for days.

[war paint.]

Maricus | Bacholer | 5 years of age.
Maricus cantered after the mares scent.He stood outside the cave and peered in."You gotta go out some time." He shook out his mane and stood there.Soon he started to graze.

[extraterrestrial]

[quote="iSquid"]

Phantom's Rose
Opera || Mare || Loner || 3 Years

"No" I snort, laying down and falling asleep. I am unknowingly doing exactly what the last mare in this cave did, and I'll probably to the same thing the last mare did to escape. All I could hope was that a mare wanders over, a stallion comes and they fight. Now eouldn't that be perfect.

[Ivara]

Cressa.
{Cress}
Mare ;; 3 years old ;; Loner ;; In Heat

Cressa tilted her harks back slightly in disappointment as she crested the low rise by the pond, she'd been hoping there wouldn't be any other horses nearby. Instead on the opposite rise there were two distant figures and down at the pond there were another two. Cress generally avoided stallions, more especially now since she was in her first heat, but it looked like if she wanted to drink she'd have to go down there. After a slight moment or two of indecision Cress tossed out her mane and started down the rise.

[bri']

{ C A S P I A N }

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 turned his head away from the horizon and looked to Phobe as she went into the water.

"O,

it is excellent to have a giant's strength,

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

- William Shakespeare

Chuckling lightly, the large buckskin stallion strode forward, slipping into the pond as well. He wasn't usually one to play, but the water felt nice, and he splashed a bit. Though he was still keeping an eye out for other horses, he let his guard down slightly. Besides, Phobe no longer had her heat scent, meaning that there was less fear of bachelors. Caspian tossed his mane and kicked a foreleg upwards so that it broke the surface, sending a splash in Phobe's direction. Grinning, Caspian splashed again, enjoying the water. He glanced upwards, at the hill behind the pond, and noticed the two figures were still there, conversing. Shaking his head, he decided they were no threat. Turning his head, he glanced behind them, noticing another figure coming down a small rise in the distance. {Cressa} Snorting, Caspian turned his body, unable to tell if it was a bachelor or a lone mare at that distance.

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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 turned back to the injured mare, his harks flat and his face

"An insatiable appetite

for glory leads to sacrifice and death,

but innate instinct

leads to self-preservation and life."

- Jose Marti

contorted into a sneer. "You do not tell me to 'Watch it!' He snarled, stamping his hoofs angrily. If She wanted to continue fighting, he had no problem with it. Lashing his tail, Monty waited for the brown, blood stained mare to speak or try and attack him again.

[iShame]

Phobe || Caspian's Herd || 5 Years || Pregnant
The paint dove smiled at Caspian as he decided to step into the water as well. It was cool to the touch; witch sent a shiver through the mares frame at first, but felt good after a moment. A soft giggle escaped her muzzle as she watched the large buckskin send a splash in her direction. Most of the water was felt against the lower half of her chest, though she could feel sprinkles against her neck, muzzle and even a few on her back. She let her muzzle dip into the water lapping at her heels, drinking the cool liquid before raising her head again when Caspian turned. Her brown eyes were soft and curious as she followed his gaze to a lone figure coming towards the water, and side stepped beside Caspian to see who it was , a mare or bachelor. Her ears were pricked, and full of curiosity.