(( Thanks Pinta. I am sort of better now... ))
Warrior
Age... 7
Gender... Stallion
With... Nobody Special!
Doing... Searching for something
Light clouds swirled overhead, the green and golden grass swayed to the cool breeze that swept over the lands where many wild horses claimed their homes, where they were free. Below the blue sky, and the green leaves of the trees, was a stallion - like many other studs he was searching, for mares. He had a strong, sturdy body with a determined head and stallion-like power about him. This was Warrior, a fearsome firery stallion who would stop at nothing to gain the mares he wanted, even if it meant risking his own hide. He moved with grace and power, his neck arched like a snake, nearby birds looked at him with fear in their small beady eyes, and took flight before he could lay his hooves upon them.
Warrior's nostrils flared and his harks shifted back and forth upon his dark painted head. His forlock reached down past his eyes that scanned the surroundings he had just entered. He pranced forward then jolted into a bucking canter, surging forward with proudness, his head then up, and stretched out as the brown and silver stallion made his way into the area, letting a loud bellowing neigh escape his vocals, his muzzle stretched forward in greeting as he snaked his neck once more, hoping to attract some sort of attention - preferably a mare.
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Painted Serenity
Age... 5
Gender... Mare
With... Herself only
Doing... Moving, Grazing, Moving!
She moved with dignity, her head raised and her heat-scented tail raised and flicking the irritating flies away. Her nostrils flared, her harks pinned on occasion before pricking again, her light golden-brown auds scanned her new surroundings. her nostrils flared more, she let an accidently call slip threw her throat. Clenching her teeth down hard she started to move once more. Her head was held proud and her dappled buckskin coat glistened in the midday sunlight. Her auds went from left to right several times, her harks flicking and pinning against her crown and skull, it looked quite unusual, especially for a mare of her young age to be acting this strange way.
But it didn't worry her - maybe it would warn stallions that she was different, and could fight against them and had a mind of her own. But maybe that would attract more attention, which she didn't really mind either. Again she called out on accident, her being in heat seemed to make her more restless than usual, and it disturbed her...