Name;; Viking
Age;; Eleven
Gender;; Stallion
Status;; Calm
Herd;; None
The stallion stood away from the bachelor herd at the moment, about fifty yards or so from them. He didn't like being near the other lonely robust stallions, but he had no choice. It was either this or die alone come harsh weather, considering he hadn't managed to reel in any mares. His last encounter had been... bad, to say the least. The mare was high-strung and too feisty, she wasn't at all willing to comply with the large handsome fellow. But, that was her choice. Wherever she was now, whether it was dead from being on her own or in a herd, it was a fate she'd sealed for herself. Part of him hoped she found a herd, since she didn't seem the slightest but happy around him. Perhaps there was a stallion willing to cater and please the mare everytime she beckoned for something, but that sure as heck wasn't Viking. No. Viking wasn't all sweet and cuddly. He was big and rough, rather intimidating too. But he was fairly kind to mares. He wouldn't use force unless absolutely necessary. As he stood alone, grazing contently, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He loved being alone as he was right now, but he hated being lonely. Deep down he did want mares, he did want a herd and a family, but at the same time he enjoyed being a bachelor. Roughing it up with the other stallions and sparring, and virtually doing whatever he pleased. It was nice. But he wanted mares. They were smaller and always had a scent that made him lose all his senses and become dumbfounded. Sure they were sometimes bossy, and although he liked being his own leader, he knew he'd one day need a good tough mare to lead his herd and keep him in his place as both a protector and stud, nothing more. So the stallion raised his head from grazing, and gave a low sounding neigh, hoping to maybe catch someone's attention.
Name;; Phantom of the Opera & A Proud Spirit
Age;; Six & A few weeks
Gender;; Mare & Colt
Status;; Calm & Playful
Herd;; Pride's
The dapple gray Andalusian mare nickered to her stallion and lead mare, slowly approaching the pair. She stopped a few feet away, making low, happy greeting sounds to her friend Page, and reaching out her muzzle to Pride. Phantom was happy in her herd, and cared for both her stallion and friends. She'd only just come into her foal heat, and she wasn't willing to be covered just yet, but wanted to stay close to her stallion in case any bachelors got funny ideas about trying to nab her. After all, she had a colt to watch out for. A small pale and white colt she named Ghost. He was a handsome and sturdy foal, who was currently romping around, kicking up his heels and letting out high-pitched squeals, wanting so badly for someone to play. He'd worn out his mother for the day, herding her around and grabbing onto her tail. The colt was quite the handful, and would probably remain that way until he was weaned from his mother and forced to mature some.
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