Cliffs of Donegal||Wild Horse/Pony RP||Open

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Thoir tossed his head; "Sorry i don't mean to frighten you." He said and nuzzled her neck. "Thank you; I like yours as well."

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Fire Bird smiled and stood with her leg cocked, resting. Her heat scent was becoming stronger and she tried to hide it by keeping her tail close to her legs but she knew it more than likely just made it worse.

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Thor pressed his nose to the mare's flank and looked at her with a 'It's up to you.' look and shook out his mane. The stallion secretly peered to Pine then back to Fire.

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Ronan had been watching the scene unfold from a low sloping rise, the large stallion had lead a rather battered mare down from the rocky rises which he knew must have been a treacherous place to chase a mare through. Though the stallion himself didn't seem to have many injuries apart from what he assumed were places were he had been kicked at, which seemed remarkable in it of itself. Yet as he noted numerous marks on the black male's face in spite of himself the flaxen stud's mouth curled into a slight grin, at the thought of the smaller mare inflicting such wounds. Somehow it only seemed fair, that she at least get some say, be it with words or hooves. Ronan himself had no qualms about using the tacts of chasing and snaking on rather stubborn mares, yet somehow when they were used by the foreign horses it seemed a terrible crime to commit. He was a bit biased in that sense of thinking, vouching first for the horses he deemed more like himself and always blindly resenting the equines who had obviously come from foreign lands. Ronan would have been quite content to simply let the scene pass, and continue grazing in silence when the stallion had guided his prize into a small cave. That was at least, until he noticed the characteristic stocky buckskin figure of a mare after his own blood follow after them.

He lashed his tail, quickly drawing his head up to full height on his shoulders at the sudden turn of events. Ronan watched as the stallion began nosing this new mare, silently claiming her as his. In a way it made his skin crawl, reminding him of the mares he had lost in a forceful explosion of emotion and memory. Without thinking he began moving, his uneven pace made by the downward slope to the cave mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a reasonable voice was pulling at his mane, telling him to let it go and turn around. For all he knew the mare could already have known the stallion and enjoy his company, he had no right to go blundering off all half-cocked and unprepared into an unknown situation. In the end the voice was futile, falling silent and retreating in defeat from the painfully stubborn part of the stallion that now had control of Ronan's movements. He stopped at the cave entrance, his ears flattened to his neck and his tail lashing in an all together not unthreatening, and slightly frightening way that stallions could be. Ronan whinnied to the black stallion, the noise somewhere between a scream and a hiss as he sought the other male's attention.

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Bird snorted but accepted. She shook her mane. ((urg writers block!))

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Thor looked at the other stallion and reared pushing his onyx hooves at his forehead; Squealing he bit at the stallion trying to make him leave. Being a large stallion and a body built to fight he was slick and quick.

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Ronan squealed in defiance, quickly shoving the diplomatic words he had been formulating in his head back down into his throat. The black stallion had made a move of attack on him first, and in all rights the chestnut flaxen pony was only all too willing to oblige. He was sadistic in that sense, liking to resort to violence when he needed to blow of steam, or testosterone in a most stallion-like way. Ronan flattened his body lower, taking the taller brute's nip to his neck instead of his jaw. Ronan lashed his tail, rising up on his hind legs to latch his teeth on to the closest patch of skin his could reach, which happened to be near his withers. Some part of him wondered what he would gain from this sudden flash of violence, but it was quickly drowned out by the emotion in him. It was misplaced, blind, and all to real as it moved through his body like a fire, filling him with a white heat. The other stallion would be larger, and could use his weight to an advantage, but that's where the advantage would end. The rocks were slick and loose on the ground in this region of the Cliffs, and the evolutionary advantage rested with Ronan and his Connemara blood that was meant to thrive in the conditions made by the Irish wilderness.

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Bird reared and whelled around behind Thor. "Ahh!" She whinnyied. "Go Away!" She showed her tteth at the stallion. sending a chill down Her buckskin coat.

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Thor smirked to himself and pushed the stallion against the cave entrance's sharp and pointed wall; He bit into his loin and shook his head viscously.

[EnigmaticJackal]

Pine
Mare|5YearsOld|WithThor

Pine snorted and looked at the cave entrance. Her eye lit up, well her good eye did. She looked at the fighting stallions and sighed, take the chance now. The dark mare whirled around and started galloping toward the exit.