spring. wrote:spring. wrote:all open wrote:•°• apache's bald eagle •°• eagle •°• three years •°• pg 2
A young palomino and white mare snorted and trotted into the open. She lifted her tail, whinnying to any stallions. She was somewhat interested in them, being in stage three heat. She snorted again as she looked around. She nickered again, perking her ears. Her best friend walked to her side, and Eagle nickered a greeting.
•°• apache's destined journey •°• apache •°• three years •°• pg 2
A chestnut mare whinnied as she galloped around. She was looking for the mare that could be considered her sister. She heard her friend's whinny and trotted to her. She nibbled her friend's shoulder. She looked around, in stage three heat as well. She lowered her head and plucked at the grass below with her teeth, hungry and bored.
•°• hildalgo •°• hilly •°• ten years •°• pg 2
A typical looking paint walked through the plain, her head high in dominance, but not dominant over anything. She snorted as she looked around, her stage two heat not bothering her. She wasn't seeking out stallions, and certainly would try to be picky if possible. She whinnied in response to several mares, a powerful and somehow feminine sound.open wrote:•°• paint me navajo •°• navajo •°• page two
A solid dun made trotted through the fields, yet to come into heat. The made was actually happy to be out of heat. Every other made was in heat, making them all the same to stallions. But a made in heat after most of the loners were gone meant that she had a chance to perhaps choose her stallion when she came into heat. She was content. Yes she was.
•°• cherokee freedom •°• cherokee •°• four years •°• page two
Cherokee watched him as he spoke. 'My name is Hunter. I hope I didn't hurt you, but I really want you in my herd. You are a beautiful and strong mare.' He spoke to her, nickering and gently taking her mane. She snorted and looked up at him.
"My name is Cherokee. No, you didn't harm me." She snorted as she looked over to him. She watched him, snorting quietly.
•°• iroquois •°• page two
The dark bay mare watched him. "I didn't say I wouldn't be open to a herd." She snorted, pushing her ears back as she backed up. Why was he being so assuming? She whinnied, nervous at this point.
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