(@equined Not too much, been a bit slow n what not. And these are the replies I've got for now, might engage a couple of mine that are standing by soon(not to mention working on the disaster))
Mood: Fine
Age: 3 years
Status: Band mare
"Now, I know I'm not a saint,
I've been a sinner all my life.
I ain't trying to hide my flaws,
I'd rather keep them in the light."
Sky Spectre
Spectra followed along after her new band stallion. She was glad to hear that they should get along and noted his unease but didn't give it too much mind. As she walked along beside him she gave him a friendly nip to try and ease him up.
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Mood: Good
Age: Foal
Status: In father's band
"Quote pending"
Khroma Drakon
Ladon watched Sabina wander off and snorted before decided that he'd do about the same. He went over to Ceto and nursed, once he was done he flopped down and began to brood a bit.
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Mood: Accepting
Age: 5 years
Status: Lone mare
"I'm about to go astray,
my inhibition's gone away.
I feel like sinning."
Corona Vestige
Corona had figured by this point that he'd be a bit more patient, and decided it'd take a bit more effort than she had to get him pushy. The mare lifted her tail and gave him permission, figuring that she had to at least give some other stallions a chance. She was ready for a change, and this could be a good chance for her. Might as well take it.
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Mood: Bit of spring fever
Age: 4 years
Status: Lone stallion
(with mare)
"They can keep me out, 'til I tear the walls,
'Til I take your hearts. And to take your souls,
What has been done cannot be undone.”
Horkos
Horkos tilted his head as Lula guessed he wasn't from this land.
"No, I'm not from this land, so you'll have to excuse my bluntness." He told her, giving her a nudge.
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Mood: Good enough
Age: 18 years
Status: Band mare
"Feels so good being bad, there's no way I'm turning back.
Now the pain is my pleasure, nothing can measure."
Dark Light II
Dark paused to lay her head over his back.
"Eh, we've made a killing at wasting time so we might not want to be so adventurous." She told him, even now feeling the cold.
"Just down to the watering hole then to the valley, that should be about right." She told him, liking his affections but figuring that they should get a move on soon, after all she was already rounding out with her latest foal.
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Mood: Discontent
Age: 13 years
Status: Band stallion
"I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror.
The headliner, finisher, I'm the closer, the winner.
Best when under pressure, with seconds left I show up."
Shetan
Shetan was left the last one standing, legs sprawled and breath coming fast. Adrenaline shot through his veins, fighting the boil his blood had been brought to.
End me. No one could, and even this, this
lonely lovely victory, was getting old. He was getting old. Was he
old? Ugh, how had it all come to this? The dulcet nature of his homeland was only punctuated by his acts of brutality.
Dull made him fractious and now it was time to go back to old ways, maybe that'd stave it off a bit longer.
Mares. They hadn't run, surprisingly enough. Shouldn't they have run? Ah well, sentiment was what it was. It was something to use to his advantage, other than that it was just... there, he supposed. The black stallion wandered over to his daughter and his granddaughter, quickly inspecting them and nosing along their flanks. Bah, the cremello had covered Bandy already. His adrenaline wore off and his blood boiled again. His ears pinned and he went after Bandy, chasing her off with harsh nips targeted at her tail. The brief memory of that fabulous standoff with her when she was a foal made him pause, but when it faded he went after her with even more fury. Rosie cantered after them, wary but concerned for her mother. He was cracking, not like he did during that initial detonation. This was the second set of cracks, the reaction to that initial bomb. He was cracking, fracturing and pieces were breaking off. And those pieces simply falling to the ground, he was being unmade.
I'll be late. That manta he used to always tell himself when the weather got cold and he'd have to go home to Ruby.
Always late. Late! He spun, Bandy kept running, and he turned his teeth on Rosie.
Late. That's all he was really thinking as he snaked Rosie back to where he'd left Story.
Late, late, late. He finally pulled up on her, grazing and waiting. Good, like she should be. Shetan grinned madly as he pulled to a stop and let Rosie rest, though the flash of stained teeth only lasted temporarily. They didn't know how cracked he was, not really. He couldn't spew it out into the world anymore, he was locked up with his thoughts. Maybe that was accelerating this breaking. Ah, well the thought didn't cross his mind. He just wanted to see of what his Story thought of his newest prize, not minding the dried blood on him and hardly noting the pain of his reopened and new wounds.
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