Ｗｉｌｄ Ｈｏｒｓｅｓ ｏｆ Ｅｕｒｏｖａ -Accepting-

[EmilyB]

sorry guys, writers block

Defying Gravity

Name: Defying Gravity
Nickname: N/A
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Stallion
Rank: Lone Stallion
Herd: None yet, he is interested in leading one now
Breed: Throughbred X Mustang
Looks: X
Tagged: Wings of the Wind
Where: Open Land
Doing: Running
Feeling: Happy
Song: Burn - Ellie Goulding
Form on Page: 5

The mare seemed to be weighing up her options. For a while, she stood stock still and silent. Defying Gravity watched her, waiting for her to make her choice. And when she rubbed her head along his back as acceptance, the stallion knew he had won her over. She was deep in heat now, and that would cause problems - stallions would want her. Especially with the wind carrying it everywhere! Defying Gravity stood a little away from his only mare for a while, before the heat scent drove him crazy. The bay nibbled her mane a little, before running his muzzle down her back, and down her legs - before nudging her hip. A formal way to ask for a foal. Defying Gravity then moved to the side a little, away from the mare until she made up her mind.







Wings

Name: Wings
Nickname: Bird - but rarely
Age: 3 years old
Gender: Mare
In Heat: Yes, deeply
Rank: Lone Mare
Herd: None - she feels unworthy of a herd
Breed: Mustang
Looks: X
Tagged: Tohopka
Where: The Forest
Doing: Walking
Feeling: Happy
Song: Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift
Form on Page: 1

Wings knew he would accept her apology. He looked like a stallion that would. Trust and loyalty was everything to Wings, and she seemed to trust this stallion. She nibbled his mane a little, and unintentionally flicked her tail against his right hind leg, splashing her heat scent on his leg like perfume. She snorted - another apology. The mare had heard the proposition from the stallion - inviting her into his herd. And as they walked, the mustang weighed up her options. She stopped in her tracks and whinnied the stallion. A yes. She waiting on the dirt track, allowing him to get in front. She then trotted a little closer to him, following him. As the two walked, Wings rubbed her head along his back. The forest was getting less dense as Wings approached the open land with the stallion.

[beth.]

Name

Autumn Shine

Nickname

Autumn

Age

8

Breed

Arabian x Welsh pony

Gender

Mare

Height

14.2 hands

Eye Colour

Brown

Foals

two foals

Sire

Deceased

Dam

deceased

In heat

stage 3

Disabilities

none

Personality

Autumn has a sweet temperament with a generous way of words [most of the time]. However She's not perfect, She's quite dominant, and a bit bossy, and makes up for her small figure. She is exactly 14.2 hands which makes her seem easy to boss around, easy to snake. Well actually she's not, She can be quite aggressive and will stand up for herself. She's not afraid to take down a 17 hand warmblood [which she's done] and will lead that horse along with the rest of the herd. She's not afraid to boss them around and will do so happily. However she's very respectful and motherly and will mother any foal [not all the time] that she decides to adopt [which is rare].

History

She grew up in a large herd and got used to be being bullied due to her size. When she joined another herd, she instantly took over lead from a 17 hand dominant and bossy warmblood mare who put up a fight but even though they were the same age, gave in. She's not afraid to boss big mares around, in her heart, she's 18 hands tall. But in realiaty, she's a small little arab welsh pony.

Name

Hopeful Tactics

Nickname

hope

Age

3 years

Breed

Arabian

Gender

Mare

Height

15.1 hands

Eye Colour

Brown

Foals

The one in the pic died a week ago

Sire

Her mother never returned to his herd

Dam

Autumn shine

In heat

stage 1

Disabilities

Half blind

Personality

Sweet and affectionate this mare makes a loving friend, not a single bone in her body. To sweet and caring this mare can't lead a herd, and won't bother trying. She doesn't feel the need to lead a herd and doesn't have the bravery or confidence to do so. She's a bit of a shy docile mare and doesn't communicate much. She' was very motherly to her colt before he died at three weeks due to a wolf. She has become rather silent and alone preferring being alone but understands the need for a herd.

History

Her mother Autumn Was lead mare of the herd, Her mother said she didn't return because she had heard humans after she left to foal and didn't return for Hope's Sake. The filly at two years was snaked away from her mother who was ill and so the stallion left her. She doesn't know if her mother is okay or not, But she had a single foal with that stallion before he was killed by man. After that she simply wonders around.

Name

Bring on Winter

Nickname

Winter

Age

7 years

Breed

Warmblood x Thorougbred x Arabian

Gender

Mare

Height

16.3 hands

Eye Colour

brown

Foals

none

Sire

unkown

Dam

died from a cougar

In heat

4

Disabilities

partly Deaf

Personality

Despite she's a dominant mare and would make a great lead mare, winter was born deaf and so is no lead mare due to this as lead mares need to hear. She doesn't always hear everything, but she is limited to things like small things, whinny's from a distance things like that. However her smell makes up for her deafness.

History

She was born partly deaf, no one knows why but she was. She was raised normally, treated no differently and that didn't matter for she didn't need different treatment. The mare soon became a normal mare simply relying on her sight and smell.

Name

Bite the Bullet

Nickname

Bull

Age

14

Breed

Mustang

Gender

Stallion

Height

15.3 hands

Eye Colour

brown

Foals

a few

Sire

deceased

Dam

somewhere probaly snaked from herd

Disabilities

none

Personality

He's dominant and adoring, very generous and caring he makes a loyal stallion. He's very bold and has no problem dominating other stallions. Dew to his age he will easily get mares from stallions younger than 10 as there is nearly no point in them trying. He has an affectionate side however can't handle foals asking infernal questions and so he tends to dislike foals, especially fillies as they ask the most questions. Colts tend to keep to themselves, especially his colts as he likes to be on his own, his colts will most likely inherit that trait as well. He enjoys the company of mares, what stallion doesn't, he wants a big herd and lots of foals to carry on his line.

History

He was born to a normal herd, bigish with several other foals. When he left he joined a band of bachelors. He soon started his own herd and gained 5 mares. Come next spring they all had foals and the colts kept to themsevles now and then fighting one another, the fillies constantly asking questions which caused him to dislike foals, he gets a annoyed and snappy and gets very rough with his fillies when they ask to many questions. But who could blame him? questions are annoying.

Name

A Bandit Shadow

Nickname

Bandit

Age

3

Breed

Andalusion

Gender

Stallion

Height

16 hands

Eye Colour

brown

Foals

he managed to breed with two mares when a stallion was focused on another stallion. unkown of their existence.

Sire

Deathly Hallows

Dam

Bright Paris Lights

Disabilities

none

Personality

Being a young male he's cocky and over confident, however he undestands his age and knows he will likely gain a herd through spring but most likely lose them come summer. His main goal, get mares, mate, hope he can keep them. He knows the likelyness of a stallion taking advantage of his age and he won't bother fighting back much if they come.

History

not much of a history for this boy.

[Mustanglover101]

Wings of the Wind-->Windy
Age-->2
Mood-->relaxed, calm
Herd-->yes, Defying Gravity's
Location-->open lands
Status-->in heat->stage 3
Tagged-->Defying Gravity

She relaxed. She stood still as he approached. It wasn't long before he was asking for a foal. She knew she wanted one as well. He moved to the side a bit and she walked over by him. She gave a nicker of approval and swished her tail letting her heat scent go once more.

Freedom's Wings-->Freedom
Age-->4
Mood-->bored, flirty
Herd-->no, wants one
Location-->open lands
Status-->in heat->stage 4
Tagged-->open

She walked around a bit. Her daughter had gone off with some young stallion. She knew Windy would not be coming back when she found a herd. She knew she herself needed a herd. She also knew she was in deep heat. She gave a loud piercing whinny to any nearby stallions. She also swishes her tail and let her heat scent catch on the breeze. She wanted a herd and a foal. She would be docile but she had standards.

[eleutheromania]

(( Accepted

[beth.]

ａｕｔｕｍｎ ｓｈｉｎｅ
[Autumn] - [8 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage3] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;bored]
The pretty Bay mare grazed silently in the meadow below the large oak tree by a creek. Taking several mouthfuls of the clover and sour grass which grew around the tree occasionally picking up a leaf, her tongue pushing it away allowing her to spit it out before continuing with her grassy meal. As she picked up a trot moving onto a new area she listened to the bellow of stallions and cries of mares replying to them. But not once did she reply. Instead the pretty Arabian Welsh simply raised her tail alarming every stallion of her presence and kept on trotting gracefully.

ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌ ｔａｃｔｉｃｓ
[Hope] - [3 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage1] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;content]
Hope grazed silently by the meadow. Ears pricking forward she shook out her mane and then continued to graze. The mare was not at all interested in herds, or stallions at this moment. And so she showed no interest and would simply bolt away from any stallion that came near.

ｂｒｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｗｉｎｔｅｒ
[winter] - [7 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage4] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;interested]
The gorgeous white mare trotted around, tail up to full extension as she moved along with grace and speed. She moved along gracefully, neck arched, tail up high and a floaty gait as she moved. Now and then she'd buck and bolt forwards for a few meters then come back to her beautiful canter. After a while the mare grew bored of trying to catch stallions attention and simply lowered her nose to the ground before scratching at the grass and rolling around before standing back up and grazing silently.

ｂｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｅｔ
[Bull] - [14 years]- [no mares] - [tags;Freedom] - [mood;curious]
The large palomino stallion walked along silently. He lifted his muzzle taking in the scent of a mare. That scent would last a week. it was strong, so she would probaly accept him. Ears pulled forwards he cantered down the hill his muscles showing through his palomino coat as he cantered his stride careful yet long. When he reached the mare he instantly nudged her rump taking her scent in. She was probaly in stage four, which meant she'd most defiantly accept him so he went straight to the point and nuzzled her gently asking to cover her.

ａ ｂａｎｄｉｔ ｓｈａｄｏｗ
[Bandit] - [3 years]- [no mares] - [tags;open] - [mood;tired]
The dapple stallionn layed silently under a tree by a river which flowed roughly, to rough for any foal to cross, only perhaps a strong bulky adult which could be bothered crossing to the greener grass. The greener it was it tended to sometimes be sour and fowl tasting so he couldn't be bothered. Instead the stallion simply called out to mares and waited their reply only getting up if he spotted, scented or heard another mare. Until then, the lazy male stayed quietly by the tree nipping at the grass.

[Mustanglover101]

Freedom's Wings-->Freedom
Age-->4
Mood-->impressed, content
Herd-->Bull's herd(?)
Location-->open lands
Status-->in heat->stage 4
Tagged-->open

She had watched the stallion. He was older than her for sure. Also handsome and strong looking, a fine sure for her next foal. She had no hesitation as she gave a quiet nicker of acceptance. She moved closer to him to let him know he had permission.

[beth.]

ａｕｔｕｍｎ ｓｈｉｎｅ
[Autumn] - [8 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage3] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;bored]
The pretty Bay mare grazed silently in the meadow below the large oak tree by a creek. Taking several mouthfuls of the clover and sour grass which grew around the tree occasionally picking up a leaf, her tongue pushing it away allowing her to spit it out before continuing with her grassy meal. As she picked up a trot moving onto a new area she listened to the bellow of stallions and cries of mares replying to them. But not once did she reply. Instead the pretty Arabian Welsh simply raised her tail alarming every stallion of her presence and kept on trotting gracefully.

ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌ ｔａｃｔｉｃｓ
[Hope] - [3 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage1] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;content]
Hope grazed silently by the meadow. Ears pricking forward she shook out her mane and then continued to graze. The mare was not at all interested in herds, or stallions at this moment. And so she showed no interest and would simply bolt away from any stallion that came near.

ｂｒｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｗｉｎｔｅｒ
[winter] - [7 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage4] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;interested]
The gorgeous white mare trotted around, tail up to full extension as she moved along with grace and speed. She moved along gracefully, neck arched, tail up high and a floaty gait as she moved. Now and then she'd buck and bolt forwards for a few meters then come back to her beautiful canter. After a while the mare grew bored of trying to catch stallions attention and simply lowered her nose to the ground before scratching at the grass and rolling around before standing back up and grazing silently.

ｂｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｅｔ
[Bull] - [14 years]- [Freedom] - [tags;his herd] - [mood;curious]
Grinning he nudged her roughly before mounting -fade--unfade- After dismounting he nudger her withers claiming her as his. She was his now, no one elses. Bull was 14, there were not amny other stallions of such an age, most of the others were simply to young to even be worried about. He had seen another, perhaps a year younger than him. But still, He didn't worry much about other stallions unless it was a bachelor band.

ａ ｂａｎｄｉｔ ｓｈａｄｏｗ
[Bandit] - [3 years]- [no mares] - [tags;open] - [mood;tired]
The dapple stallionn layed silently under a tree by a river which flowed roughly, to rough for any foal to cross, only perhaps a strong bulky adult which could be bothered crossing to the greener grass. The greener it was it tended to sometimes be sour and fowl tasting so he couldn't be bothered. Instead the stallion simply called out to mares and waited their reply only getting up if he spotted, scented or heard another mare. Until then, the lazy male stayed quietly by the tree nipping at the grass.

[eleutheromania]

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Name: Mahogany Rune
Age: 3 years
Band Stallion: ---
In Season/Pregnant: Stage 2
Tagged:

Thirst. That was the first thing on her agenda. The constant calls in the air made the mare nervous. She was alone for the first time and tense. Having left a heard days before, the young mare was searching for a herd, but also company. She ambled along, right until she came across a source of water. The mare lowered her head down to the water and began to drink, the cool liquid quenching her dry throat. She flicked her scented tail before lowering herself to the ground and rolling in the grass for a moment, relaxing for the time being before she got back up and went back to grazing.

(( she's open

[Mustanglover101]

Freedom's Wings-->Freedom
Age-->4
Mood-->content, calm
Herd-->Bull's herd
Location-->open lands
Status-->in heat->stage 4->possibly pregnant with Bulls foal
Tagged-->herd

She grazed a bit. She was a little tired but not exhausted. She knew she was now safe under the protection of an experienced stallion. She wouldn't have to worry about younger inexperienced stallions wanting her. She was glad to be in his herd. She was his only mare as of now but he'd probably be able to easily snake away other mares or get some lone mares to join them.

[beth.]

ａｕｔｕｍｎ ｓｈｉｎｅ
[Autumn] - [8 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage3] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;bored]
The pretty Bay mare grazed silently in the meadow below the large oak tree by a creek. Taking several mouthfuls of the clover and sour grass which grew around the tree occasionally picking up a leaf, her tongue pushing it away allowing her to spit it out before continuing with her grassy meal. As she picked up a trot moving onto a new area she listened to the bellow of stallions and cries of mares replying to them. But not once did she reply. Instead the pretty Arabian Welsh simply raised her tail alarming every stallion of her presence and kept on trotting gracefully.

ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌ ｔａｃｔｉｃｓ
[Hope] - [3 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage1] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;content]
Hope grazed silently by the meadow. Ears pricking forward she shook out her mane and then continued to graze. The mare was not at all interested in herds, or stallions at this moment. And so she showed no interest and would simply bolt away from any stallion that came near.

ｂｒｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｗｉｎｔｅｒ
[winter] - [7 years] - [inheat/pregnant;stage4] - [herd;none] - [tags;none] - [mood;interested]
The gorgeous white mare trotted around, tail up to full extension as she moved along with grace and speed. She moved along gracefully, neck arched, tail up high and a floaty gait as she moved. Now and then she'd buck and bolt forwards for a few meters then come back to her beautiful canter. After a while the mare grew bored of trying to catch stallions attention and simply lowered her nose to the ground before scratching at the grass and rolling around before standing back up and grazing silently.

ｂｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｅｔ
[Bull] - [14 years]- [Freedom] - [tags;Rune] - [mood;curious]
Ears flicking as he grazed he raised his nose and took in the scent of the mare. Nudging Freedom for he didn't want to leave the mare he began to snake Freedom to where he smelt this mares. When he came to the mares sight he looked over the palomino mare. Pretty, and she was young which meant she'd produce foals for a long time to come. Nudging Freedom softly telling her to stay put he trotted down to this mare extending out and arching his neck showing of to this mare for she wasn't in deep heat, so it might be harder to get her. However he came to her side and nudged her gently, hoping she'd simply accept she was going to be his. But he was ready, just in case she bolted.

ａ ｂａｎｄｉｔ ｓｈａｄｏｗ
[Bandit] - [3 years]- [no mares] - [tags;open] - [mood;tired]
The dapple stallionn layed silently under a tree by a river which flowed roughly, to rough for any foal to cross, only perhaps a strong bulky adult which could be bothered crossing to the greener grass. The greener it was it tended to sometimes be sour and fowl tasting so he couldn't be bothered. Instead the stallion simply called out to mares and waited their reply only getting up if he spotted, scented or heard another mare. Until then, the lazy male stayed quietly by the tree nipping at the grass.