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(Sure, she can handle him)

snowflake dream

age-11
Heat-4
Herd-none
Foals-none
Tagged-haunt, crome
Place- meadow
Ooc-anyone open

Snowflake had moved to the meadow, to try to find a stallion better. Then she saw a stallion. She nickered loudly, galloping over. She stopped in front of him, and his mare. She flicked her scented tail. Her heat scent was very strong in this point of heat. She carefully watched him.

[iJabez]

•Big Red•

Red scanned the horizon in view of anything to grab his attention. He noticed nothing and went back to grazing the some what luscious grass. He flicked the flies from his side and gave a snort. Pawing the ground he kicked up some dirt which made him sneeze and cough. He backed away and took a new view of the new landscape he had wandered into. He flung his head up and gave out a cry and shook his mane back and went back to eating.

[spaghetticatto]

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« ｔｈｅ ｉｎｑｕｉｒｙ »

• name// Avarel.
Her name is just Avarel.

• age//
Eight years of age

• gender// Mare

• breed// Mustang

« ｈｅｌｌｏ ｆａｓｃｉｎａｔｉｏｎ »

• disposition// Avarel is a stubborn mare, not afraid to speak her word, and occasionally snaps. This mare is also mature at the same time, thinking things through, possible deeper than she should. As every horse, Avarel wants a herd. A herd that would treat her well, and actually care for her. Although this mare has never had a foal, she can become very protective over them, and pregnant mothers. She doesn't mind stallions at all, but would rather an older stallion, that knows what hes doing. Most of the bachelor stallions are hot headed and don't seem fit for lead role of a herd. This mare is actually an experienced fighter, and is not afraid to hurt another being. Most likely her past triggered her defensive mode, or is it just her. Aside that; Avarel is actually a sweet horse. She enjoys the company of other equines, and disliked being solitary.


• background// "I was born into a large, thriving herd in the midst of the plains. I thought my life was going very well - good food, water and shelter. New foals were born at least every three months, and the herd members treated each other with respect. "
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" I realized life was never even a mere hope for a dream about a year back. It could have been described as a wake up call, if you like. I was with my herd, ready to find a new grazing spot. Our previous one had been taken over the humans, nobody knew why. I saw the world for what it was. That night, as we found our game a very luscious spot of juicy green grass, there was no human in sight. No loners. No territorial stallions. Everything was safe. Or so I thought. "
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" I had wandered from the herd ground, searching for a source of water for us. As I trotted through the open plains, a large group of kangaroos caught my eyes. They were very common in these parts, and no threat; you just need to stay out of their hind legs. Suddenly, a loud boom sounded, and one of the lead roo's fell to the ground with a defiant thud. More loud cracks followed after and I saw my herd run for their lives. They didn't care about me. They didn't turn back to see me fall to the cold, broken earth. After being shot in my thigh, I tried to run. Tried chasing after my own, who I thought was my family. However, I ended up blacking out from blood loss and fell asleep under a bush.
For the next six months after being shot, I never tried to find my herd. I was a loner with a terrible injury. The bullet didn't go terribly deep inside me, and it eventually came out. My leg healed enough to walk on it after stretching it many times and swimming to help use it without putting weight on it. I am now fully healed, nothing but a scar of the bullet, left to serve its time. But I was all alone. Those were the days I realized life was not a simple, happy dream where everything you ever wanted happens. Life and everything in it is against you, and the sooner you realize that, the longer you might survive. "

• description// Standing at 15.02 hands, Avarel stands at a reasonably average height of a female mustang. She is equipped with long, elegant pillars, which she is well known for ending in grey and black sharp hooves. A coat of shimmering dapple grey covers her lithe bodice, ending in a flowing ebony coloured banner. A set of gorgeous hazel eyes are in the middle of her finely chiselled cranium, framed by a long flowing curtain of ebony hair. Stands of white are visible in the mass of black, but is not extremely noticeable. A bullet scar is visible on her thigh, from getting shot a year before.

« ｄｉｓｅｎｃｈａｎｔｅｄ »

• rank// Loners
• herd// No.
• Current status// In heat [stage 3], though it will take a lot for this mare to accept.
• offspring// No, this mare has never mated.
• kin//Deceased.

[La Esmeralda]

La Belle Danielle/5 years old/covered/with: Ace
Belle snorted ,and moved as the herd moved. Ace apparently saw another mare was nearby. She was going to obey him. Belle kept moving, but was scared to leave ,Ace. Wasn't the stallion supposed to protect the mares,and be with the herd at all times she thought. She just kept walking with the other mares.
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Midnight Dancer/Arabian/ 6 years Old/with:Noone Tags; ♥Midsummer Dream [Summer]♥
Midnight saw that the mare approached him. She was quite young, by the looks of it. He noticed that her scent was almost over-whelming. He lowered, is head ,and raised it to his full height. He said,"I'm Midniight,whom,do I owe the pleasure." The stallion patiently waited for the mare to answer.

( I have midnight open after he gets summer)

[iJabez]

B I G R E D

Red tossed his head and snorted. He looked towards Ace's herd and snaked his head a little. He saw Ace talking to another mare and trotted down the hill to where Belle and the other mares were and pranced.

[La Esmeralda]

La Belle Danielle/5 years old/covered/with: Ace
Belle looked up to see red roan stallion. She snorted, and reared to her full height, to warn the other mares of the danger. She wasn't going anywhere. Belle knew if she got snaked, the stallion will probably kill the foal that she was carrying, and she didn't want that to happen.She looked to Ace, and thought ,"Hello ,danger, aren't you supposed to protect us. " (4 e q u e s t r i a n. )
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Midnight Dancer/Arabian/ 6 years Old/with:Noone Tags; ♥Midsummer Dream [Summer]♥
Midnight saw that the mare approached him. She was quite young, by the looks of it. He noticed that her scent was almost over-whelming. He lowered, is head ,and raised it to his full height. He said,"I'm Midniight,whom,do I owe the pleasure." The stallion patiently waited for the mare to answer.[/quote] ( I have midnight open after he gets summer)[/quote]

[iJabez]

B I G R E D

Red gave a snort at the mare and shook his head. He pawed out with his large hoof and have a nicker. He stretched his head out to meet hers and huffed a few breaths in her nostrils.

[paradise,]

} ;; @biersack Influenza; accepted c:
@iJabez please post three lines xc i have told this to many.

[chemical.]

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→ [Ⓗαυηт]є∂ Ｂⓔⓐⓤту ←

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❝Ｂｒａｋｅ - ａｎｄ - ｂｉｎｄ - ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ,❞

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[ "Ⓣнє → [ ＢＥＡＳＴ ] ←" ]
location// meadow
mood// aggressive, interested, pleased
age// thirteen
rank// band stallion
mares// chrome
coverings// one
tagged// chrome, snowflake
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haunt huffed as the mare pulled away from him- visibly displeased. mostly likely displeased with him, but the roan stallion didn't care. it wasn't his job to please the mare, it was his job to keep her safe, which was the one thing he would do. if she didn't like that, or if she decided to be difficult, he would drive her away. haunt had no patience to put up with grumpy, troublesome mares- mares that were not worth his time, no matter how beautiful. he would not waste his energy on something that was little more than a trophy to him, something that could be replaced. lost in his own cruel mind, the dusted roan stallion didn't notice the approaching mare until her loud, demanding call rushed to his ears. two deep brown eyes turned to find a beautiful mare racing towards them- dished head held high, her scent painfully heavy. a low, raspy nicker dripped from haunts muzzle, welcoming her. the stallion stretched out his muzzle in greeting, lipping at her gray forelock lightly. she seemed friendly, perhaps she would come with him easily.

❝Ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ - ｗｈａｔ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｏｌｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｅｅ,

Ｔｈａｔ - Ｉ - ｗｉｌｌ - ｏｎｌｙ - ｔａｋｅ - ｆｒｏｍ - ｙｏｕ.❞

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→ Ⓘ вⓔggⓔ∂ уσυ [ » Ⓖαяяєтт « ] Ⓔνⓔяутнⓘηg ←

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❝Ｍａｙｂｅ - ｔｈｉｓ - ｉｓ - ｊｕｓｔ - ａ - ｗｏｒｋ - ｏｆ - ａｒｔ,❞

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[ "ρяιηcє → ღ [ ｃｈⓐｒｍⓘｎｇ ] ღ ←" ]
location// meadow
mood// concerned
age// seven
rank// bachelor
mares// --
tagged// amari
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the palomino stallion raced after the lanky paint mare, persistent in his chase. he wanted this young mare, and he was confident in his abilities to obtain her. when she bucked out the stallion simply pushed himself forward, knowing he was not in danger from her kick. his scarred, muscular legs carried him over the green earth after the mare in determination, his gray hooves tore up the earth, throwing clumps of mud and grass as he galloped along. finally, the mare stopped, but not in a way he expected. her legs simply stopped moving, sending her lanky body toppling head first into the earth. garrett slid against the grassy earth, tearing gashes in the earth as he struggled to stop so quickly without doing the same. the young stallion huffed, nostrils flaring as he struggled to regain his breath, moving to the mares' side to nose at her flank in concern.

❝Ｓｃｒｉｐｔｅｄ - ｐｌａｙｅｒｓ- ｉｎ - ａ - ｐｌａｙ - ｏｆ - ｌｕｓｔ,

Ｈｏｐｅ - ｔｈｅ - ｅｎｄ - ｉｓ - ｗｅｌｌ - ｗｏｒｔｈ - ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ- ｆｏｒ.❞

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→ Ⓗαυηтє∂ »[ ♆ Ⓓяєαм ♆ ]« Ｍⓔмσяιⓔѕ ←

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❝Ｄｏ - ｙｏｕ - ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｄａｙ - ｗｅ - ｍｅｔ,❞

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[ "Ⓣнє → ♆ [ ＬＩＯＮ ] ♆ ←" ]
location// valley
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage two]
age// thirteen
rank// lone mare
herd// --
tagged// --
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it was satisfaction, the expression in her rich blue orbs as the bay stallion halted, returning to her fillies. there was no regret. dream cared for her fillies, sure, just as any mare cared for her foals. but they all left sooner or later, and dream was no stranger to this- in fact the appaloosa mare was happy to be on her own again. it was easier to stay away from stallions that way, only having to deal with a single scent, a single body, a single mind. though she was not about to remain in the area for the bay stud to try again- no. four tan and black hooves tore up the soft earth as she cantered away, head and tail held high in her moment of victory. perhaps she would head into the forest. few horses dared to tread there, what with the wolves and humans and all.

❝Ｙｏｕ - ｔｏｌｄ - ｍｅ - ｔｈｉｓ - ｇｅｔｓ - ｈａｒｄｅｒ - ｗｅｌｌ - ｉｔ - ｄｉｄ.❞

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→ Ｄｒⓔⓐｍｓ & Ｒⓔⓐｌｉｔｙ [ ❅ Ⓖнσѕт ❅ ] ←

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❝Ｐｌｅａｓｅ - ｂｅ - ｓｏｆｔ - ａｎｄ - ｓｗｅｅｔ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ, - ｔｈｉｓ - ｌｉｆｅ - ｈａｓ - ｎｏｔ - ｂｅｅｎ - ｇｏｏｄ - ｙｏｕ
- ｓｅｅ,❞

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[ "← Ⓣнє » ❅ « Ⓞⓤтcαѕт →" ]
location// valley
mood// unsure
status// in heat[stage two]
age// six
rank// lone mare
herd// --
tagged// --
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it was hesitance. it was caution. she could hear the low, raspy calls of stallions rumbling in the distance. calling for mares, for herds, for trophies. perhaps she would go unnoticed- perhaps no stud would find her. not for a while. she did not want to get stuck with another cruel brute. and from what she had seen, they were all cruel brutes. she had never had an experience to tell her otherwise. her scar-cluttered body was an evident sign of that. ghost picked up her marred muzzle, pinning her ears, but her rich brown eyes were empty; emotionless. perhaps that would keep them away. she had been a pretty mare once upon a time, but now, well her scarred body wasn't the best trophy. and that's all she would be. the little bay mare huffed softly, peeling her oval ears away from her skull and trotting forward, scented black tail brushing against her hocks. if she remained in one place, she made it that much easier for them to find her. ghost intended to put up a fight this time around, for she knew joining a herd was inevitable, but that didn't mean she had to go quietly.

❝Ｉｔ'ｓ - ｈａｒｄ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｓｕｃｈ - ａ - ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ - ｂｕｒｉｅｄ - ｉｎ - ｍｉｓｅｒｙ.❞

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→ [ ღ Ⓡσυℓєттє ღ ] Ｄⓐяⓔѕ ←

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❝Ｉ'ｍ - ｓｃａｒｅｄ - ｔｏ - ｇｅｔ - ｃｌｏｓｅ - ａｎｄ - Ｉ - ｈａｔｅ - ｂｅｉｎｇ - ａｌｏｎｅ,❞

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location// meadow
mood// curious
status// in heat[stage three]
age// four
rank// lone mare
herd// --
tagged// --
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roulette's muzzle was lowered to the ground, grazing peacefully as the world came to life around her. she could hear birds, calling out eagerly as the sun climbed higher and higher into the blue sky behind her. a low rumbling filled the air- one which young roulette was very familiar with. the sound of stallions and mares alike, calling out to one another, searching for herds. homes. roulette herself was seeking a stallion- her poor isaac had passed away in the winter months, and as soon as the snow began melt his remaining mares had split up, leaving to find new herds. the beautiful palomino mare lifted her head, oval ears twitching as she took in all the different sounds. she was a young mare, a naive one, willing to follow any stallion that pranced by. roulette let a soft nicker drip from her velvet maw- calling out to any nearby studs. telling them she was here. she wanted a herd.

❝Ｉ - ｌｏｎｇ - ｆｏｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ - ｔｏ - ｎｏｔ - ｆｅｅｌ - ａｔ - ａｌｌ.❞

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❝Ｉ - ｎｅｖｅｒ - ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ - ｏｆ - ｗｈａｔ - ｗｏｕｌｄ - ｈａｐｐｅｎ - ｉｆ - Ｉ - ｅｖｅｒ - ｆｏｕｎｄ - ｔｈｅ - ｇａｔｅ -
ｃｌｏｓｅｄ,❞

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[ "← Ⓣнє ] ☣ Ｒⓔвⓔℓ ☣ [ →" ]
location// valley
mood// aggressive, dominant
status// in heat[covered]
age// three
rank// lead mare
herd// aces'
tagged// luca, ace, belle, magic, red
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four gray hooves halted against the earth as ace called out to a nearby mare, letting a low nicker drip from her maw to tell the other two mares to stop. they could keep moving when ace returned with the new mare- that is if she could retain her position as lead mare. the sound of advancing hooves made the small roan mare lifted her head to see a stallion approaching, and in instant response erin stomped one gray hoof against the ground, letting a loud, fearless bellow rumble out of her dark maw to warn ace. the fiery young mare had some sense of loyalty, and found it only fair to warn her stallion that another was getting far too close to his herd. of course, it didn't hurt that erin had already been covered by ace, and by nature this made her want to remain with the bay stallion if she could.

❝Ｔｅｔｈｅｒｅｄ - ｉｎ - ｒｕｓｔｅｄ - ｔｈｒｅａｄ - ａｎｄ - ｉｃｅｄ - ｏｖｅｒ - ｂｌｕｅ - ａｎｄ - ｇｒａｙ - ｆｒｏｍ - ｔｈｅ -
ｃｏｌｄ, - ｂｕｔ - ｔｈｅ - ｇａｔｅｓ - ｈｏｌｄ - ａｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ - ｅｎｔｒａｎｃｅ - ｔｏ - ｔｈｅ - ｗｉｎｄ - ａｎｄ - ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ - ｌｅａｖｅｓ - ａｎｄ - Ｉ - ａｍ - ｓｔｕｃｋ - ｎｏｗ, - ｈｏｍｅｂｏｕｎｄ.❞

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❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ, - ｉｎｋ - ｒｕｎｓ, - ｉｍａｇｅ - ｏｆ - ｙｏｕｒ - ｌｏｖｅ,❞

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location// valley
mood// curious, obedient
status// in heat[stage two]
age// two
rank// mare
herd// aces'
tagged// erin, ace, belle, magic, red
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two deep blue eyes found red as the big roan stallion inched toward the group of mares as they waited for ace to bring the foreign mare back to the herd. the blak and white filly stretched her muzzle forward curiously, nostrils flaring as she took in his scent. luca was curious by nature, and couldn't help but be interested in the new equine as he drew closer, however the tension sparking off of erin and belle's coats set the filly on edge. luca pinned her ears, backing a few steps away from the other horses, her scent tail swishing nervously against her velvet hips.

❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ - Ｉ - ｃａｎ'ｔ - ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ - ｎｅｅｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｈｅｒｅ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｍｅ.❞

[fg05281]

snowflake dream

age-11
Heat-4
Herd-none
Foals-none
Tagged-haunt, crome
Place- meadow
Ooc-i ate ribs!!!!!

Snowflake nickered happily back to the stallion. Snow lipped his mane and flicked her heavily scented tail. She extended her muzzle to his in greeting.