Ｏａｓｉｓ - Literate/Advanced Wild Horse RP - OPEN!

[horse .]

Marilyn Monroe

Curiousity Killed The Cat.

Flicking her ears nervously, the roan mare moved in sequence with the stallion, as he circled her, she did a single swift rear, only a tiny one, as she was in the air, she moved her body back to face the stallion. He did not appear threatening, but she knew stallions could be unpredictable at times, especially in Spring - her least favourite season. Marilyn loosened her jaw slightly when he halted, finishing examining her. She scrutinized the stallion as he extended his muzzle toward her own, she did the same, merely bumping noses and exchanging scents. Marilyn was still tense, her eyes a little annoyed, but not afraid.

[sava.]

♚ F A L L E N ♚ E M P I R E ♚
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|*|Eight|*|Stallion|*|No herd|*|Tags; Kiona|*|

Empire saw he had caught the mare's attention. Hearing her whinny, he snorted, taking his chances, he began advancing towards her. He kept his head low, ears pinned back while his muscles were relaxed. He wanted her to see him as no threat. He always did this with mares, being very gentle. Stopping a few feet in front of the bay mare, he whickered softly, extending his muzzle for her to reach, hoping she wouldn't make this difficult on him.

✿ S E M P I T E R N A L ✿ E S S E N C E✿
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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

Sempiternal was currently walking through an area between the Valley and Meadow. Her decisions were easy to make, as she turned her direction towards the meadow. She was very aware of what threats the Valley held; and didn't really feel like taking those chances. Letting her gaze sweep across the area, she let her tail swivel, her heat scent faintly flowing through the air. She wondered if she would encounter any bachelors, or if she would be on her own once more. Bowing her head, she began to graze gracefully, feeling calm and relaxed.

☁ I N T E R N A L ☁ B A T T L E☁
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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

The hostile mare, Internal, cantered up and down the small hills in the Valley. She was a risk taker; as she also knew that very rarely would stallions enter this land. That's why she chose it oftenly, wanting to be away fromt he greater risk of being snaked and covered. Snorting, her hooves pushed her figure up a hill on the terrain, one in which she could slightly see the meadow. Bobbing her head, she then grunted, swishing her tail she glanced over her shoulder; always be on edge and alert.

[Plaza Cafe]

KIONA

Five Years Old || In Heat: Stage Three || No Herd || Fallen Empire
As the stallion advanced the mare’s muscles stiffened once more. From her past experiences she had little respect and trust for the brutes of the land. But, this one seemed to be trying to win her trust. Kiona stood quietly, her ears flicking towards the stallion, then away again, trying to get a read on him. As he stopped in front of her she returned his whinny with a whicker of her own. Kiona paused for a moment as he extended his muzzle. With a tentative step forward she brushed her velvety nostrils against his, taking in his scent.



MAGALLAN

Eight Years Old || No Herd || Marilyn Monroe
As the mare extended her own muzzle the stallion let out a low squeal. Magallan’s ears stayed perked and his eyes held a softness that he hadn’t seen in awhile. The bay roan inhaled the mare’s scent and took a small step away from her, still observing her. The stallion could smell that she was in heat. With a flick of his thick, ropey tail the stallion circled the mare again, his head low to the ground, his ears flicked to and fro, reading the mare.



ACE

Two Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Ace tentatively pulled at the grasses beneath his pale hooves. He was new to the stallions and was still a baby compared to the others. The paint watched as Magallan, the large bay, moved with agitation. Ace knew that all these stallions wanted was mares of their own, there own herd. Which of course is what the young one wanted for himself. But being two meant that he would have to wait awhile. The paint colt flicked his ears forward and listened as Magallan whinnied and cantered off. With soft, baby eyes the colt looked around his surrounding and moved away from the other stallions, seeking a water source. Ace waded into the small creek and lowered his muzzle, drinking up the cool liquid greedily.

[horse .]

Marilyn Monroe

Curiousity Killed The Cat.

When the stallion let a small squeal out, Marilyn jumped backwards slightly in surprise. She pinned her ears a little then flicked them forward. Watching him, Marilyn swished her tail teasingly in his direction and pranced forward, turning to face the stallion with a devilish glint in her eyes. The mottled roan pawed at the ground, as if daring the stallion to make a sudden move. She hadn't spoken yet because she wanted to see if he would speak, or if he would try something.. Incredibly stupid.

[sava.]

♚ F A L L E N ♚ E M P I R E ♚
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|*|Eight|*|Stallion|*|No herd|*|Tags; Kiona|*|

Feeling the soft velvet of the mare's snout against his, he closed his eyes, inhaling her scent. His tail swiveled from behind, his muscles relaxed. His mind was at peace as he enjoyed the affection of another for the few seconds it lasted, before he pulled back. He looked ta her in the eyes, then slowly began to walk around her. He observed her figure, as he then caught on to her heat scent as he reached her from behind, snorting he nudged her rear with his muzzle, wanting to see how she would react to this.

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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

Sempiternal was currently walking through an area between the Valley and Meadow. Her decisions were easy to make, as she turned her direction towards the meadow. She was very aware of what threats the Valley held; and didn't really feel like taking those chances. Letting her gaze sweep across the area, she let her tail swivel, her heat scent faintly flowing through the air. She wondered if she would encounter any bachelors, or if she would be on her own once more. Bowing her head, she began to graze gracefully, feeling calm and relaxed.

☁ I N T E R N A L ☁ B A T T L E☁
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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

The hostile mare, Internal, cantered up and down the small hills in the Valley. She was a risk taker; as she also knew that very rarely would stallions enter this land. That's why she chose it oftenly, wanting to be away fromt he greater risk of being snaked and covered. Snorting, her hooves pushed her figure up a hill on the terrain, one in which she could slightly see the meadow. Bobbing her head, she then grunted, swishing her tail she glanced over her shoulder; always be on edge and alert.

[paint.]

Russian Paradise
[mare | pregnant | at the water hole ]

the light grey perked her ears as she heard the cheerful neigh of a stallion. her ears slightly moved backwards, but by knowing who this stallion was, would only earn her a punishment. she snorted, reaching out her muzzle to greet the older stallion. the stallion whom may be her savior from the bachelors. her whither quivered as flies landed on her, and her tail swished, but not giving away any heat scent that drove stallions crazy in the spring. she pulled back from mesteno, dropping her head to show she submitted to him and accepted that he was now her leader. in the comfort of his protection, she peacefully grazed with him, her foal moving inside her. she lifted her head and nipped her hindquarters, before flicking her ears around and moving to mesteno`s side and softly grooming his shoulder.

russia gradually moved closer to mesteno. she didn`t know how he would react to her sudden kindness, but this was just how russia was. accepting. she wasn`t quick to fight, and wasn`t in doubt about her new stallion`s protection. he just hoped that he wouldn`t figure out she was pregnant too soon. cause the foal certainly wasn`t his.

[Plaza Cafe]

KIONA

Five Years Old || In Heat: Stage Three || No Herd || Fallen Empire
Kiona’s ears flicked back and she lashed out her tail. Kiona trotted away from the stallion, bobbing her head. The bay mare flicked her tail up on her haunches, ridding flies. Her ears swiveled to and fro, listening to the sounds of the meadow and surveying the stallion in front of her. She knew he’d snake her.


MAGALLAN

Eight Years Old || No Herd || Marilyn Monroe
The stallion’s brown eyes danced with glee at the mare’s expression. With a shake of his head he surveyed her through his thick forelock. As the mare tossed her tail the stallion’s ears pinned briefly. Tease. Magallan stood in front of the mare and reached his muzzle out to her once again before retreating again. Yes, he was giving her some space, but he still wanted her. Magallan trotted around the mare, pausing at her haunches. With his velvet muzzle he reached out and gently touched her flank.



ACE

Two Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Ace tentatively pulled at the grasses beneath his pale hooves. He was new to the stallions and was still a baby compared to the others. The paint watched as Magallan, the large bay, moved with agitation. Ace knew that all these stallions wanted was mares of their own, there own herd. Which of course is what the young one wanted for himself. But being two meant that he would have to wait awhile. The paint colt flicked his ears forward and listened as Magallan whinnied and cantered off. With soft, baby eyes the colt looked around his surrounding and moved away from the other stallions, seeking a water source. Ace waded into the small creek and lowered his muzzle, drinking up the cool liquid greedily.

[horse .]

Marilyn Monroe

Curiousity Killed The Cat.

There was no doubting that this handsome stud was worthy of Marilyn's time. She already accepted the fact she needed a band, as well as the fact she would be covered sooner or later - rather.. later. The mottled roan flicked her curved ears back a little, as the stallion touched his whiskers to her flank. With a quick flick of her long tail, the mare let a little high pitched squeal escape her muzzle, as well as a small lash out at Magallan. Halting a meter away from the stallion, Marilyn turned to face him, a devilish expression crossing her finer features. Pawing at the ground, Marilyn turned and flicked her tail teasingly at the stallion.

Mesteño

The sun goes down and the sky reddens, pain grows sharp, and light dwindles.

Mesteño was a mighty stallion, and when he wanted something; he usually got it. In this case, a fine mare. The buckskin stretched and flexed his muscles, bobbing his proud head in respect at the mares loyal decision. Taking a step forward to snuff the mare, he pricked his ears and nibbled her mane in delight as she groomed him.