F R E E | Draft Horse RP | Accepting

[Claw.]

|Pitch black darling|Pitch|8|♀|tags: none|stage 3|

Pitch grazed under the protection of a tall pine tree, she wafted her tail and let her heat scent spread far and as freely as it cared, she wanted a stallion yes, but they would have to come to her first. It was spring and she could hear stallions calling in the distance, she wondered how many would be like her, draft. It had be strange but the place she had escaped to seemed to have more draft horses like her than she had expected which was making it easier for her to fit in. Memories flooded back to her of when she was a show horse, she had always heard stallion calls in the distance from her stables, the stallions that were show horses were always separated from the mares for some reason. As is the humans wanted to eliminate every thing they had left of true wild and nature, but that was then and this was now, she was no longer a pretty little show horse, she was wild, free and looking for a herd.

|I'm not dead, just floating|Tattoo|13|♂|tags:none|

Tattoo scanned the area, in search of mares, this spring he had come very close to finding mares to build a herd, but not quite, the new heat scents excited him, he was happy to be wild and to try to build up a herd. He started to move up into a trot, keeping a look out the whole time for any mares that would be good for building a herd with. His left back hoof was becoming sore because his past owner had left a shoe on that he hadn't managed to walk off yet and was becoming loose and dragging on the ground and was hard to ignore. He kicked a nearby rock and it loosened but still a nail was strong in his hoof connecting the shoe onto him still.

|Mirror mirror|Reflection|6|♀|tags: Chrystal|stage 2|

Reflection looked fearfully out onto the horizon, her tail clamped between her legs, trying to hide any trace of her heat scent to protect her filly, she didn't know what stallions were out there, would they want Chrystal and her mother? Would they still want Chrystal when she was 2, and want her for breeding? Or would they not want Chrystal and try to hurt her? Who knew, but they needed a herd if they were going to survive, and although she hated to admit it, she would have to take a risk for the sake of survival, she nosed her filly forward and could sense that she was coming into heat herself also though she probably didn't know it yet, "Come on we must go find a herd" She explained trying to give away as little information about that as she could. But of course her filly was to curious and immediately asked, "Why?" Reflection tried to nudge her forward while talking, "So that we can be safe and have a big family, and survive the wild"

|Chrystal clear|Chrystal|6 months|♀|tags: reflection, Grima|stage 1|

Chrystal cantered happily through the long grass, chasing a butterfly which she could easily reach because of her tall legs, she leaped up and snapped with her long yellow stained teeth, but the butterfly saw her first and fluttered high up into the sky and far away from any horses reach. She trotted up to her mothers side in hope of a nurse, but as soon as she flanked her side, her mother nudged her forward and hurried her onto move, "Why?" She asked and she explained it was so they could survive as wild horse. She didn't quite understand why they couldn't just live on a farm like they used to, but she remembered how bad things got when she got older, that was why they had to leave, but still why would a herd protect them. Her mother was to busy nudging her a long and probably wouldn't notice if she asked the question or not. Suddenly as she trotted further on a figure of a tall Clydesdale came into sight {Grima} , was this a herd? She tried to remember as bells were ringing in her head, no this is how to start a herd, perfect, "Hello," She called out excitedly, "Who are you?" She asked not showing any fear or aware of any danger which this stallion might bring if he rejected a filly.

|Nuclear chemicals|Chemical|11|♂|tags: none|

Chemical listened to the mares name with pricked ears, intent on her voice, he suddenly snapped into reality as soon as she had finished, "Flower under the silver moon, that's a lovely name, my name is nuclear chemicals but you can just call me chemical if you want, now are you alone?" He asked as politely as he could while trying to keep hold of his excitement that he had found his first mare and try and contain himself over the strength of her heat scent. He arched his neck forward and gave her a small nuzzle on her paint coat before bring his head back again to await the mares reply.

|The sun shines brightest|Summer|4|♀|tags: none|stage 4|

Summer snorted excitedly, as she was moving into full heat and was in eager search for any stallion that would sire her first foal for her, she snorted happily, knowing that spring would only make this easier, she was so happy to be wild. She swished her tail letting her heat scent swim off in any direction and catch all close by stallions attention. Her hooves thundered on sandy grass as she looked around excitedly for stallions, she could see a few silhouettes of horses in the distance so galloped excitedly towards them. Hopefully her strong heat scent would have caught there attention already and they should have noticed her enough to be intrested.

[iceland.]

Flower under the silver moon| Moon| mare| heat stage: 3| tags: nuclear chemicals

At first moon was not sure what to say, she did not reply and hesitated to. Finally she said " yes I am alone." Moon watched him to see what his reaction would be and she waited nervously to see what he would do. It seemed like she would be happy and peaceful but the stallion was making her a little uneasy.

[LilHoneyBee]

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mare ~ five years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; two ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Young Mi was walking through a field, whinnying and playing. Now that she was alone, Angel could be as foolish as she wanted to. Her tail streamed behind her sending heat scent in waves. She was looking for a stallion, but not right away. The white shire called out for a stallion, but if nohorse answered, it wouldn't bother her any. Winter was no way close, so there was no reason for her to become desperate. She began to walk once again, to under a tree. The blazing sun was making her hot, and she needed to cool down. Her brown eyes scanned the area for any males that had heard her. Nothing. She called once more, except louder.

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stallion ~ nine years old ~ bachelor ~ mare(s) covered; zero ~ mare(s); x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Spirit galloped over the plains, calling to any lone mares, or even any mares who weren't happy in a herd. Spirit had no problems fighting for some mares. He snorted, flicking his tail. He called out once more, more loud, and deep. Spirit was a large stallion, so he never had a mare escape him. His father had taught him well. He stomped his hooves on the ground. He was getting angry. This year would be his year. He would have the most large herd. And he wouldn't stop until he did.

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mare ~ eight years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; one ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); mirror image ~ tagged; mirror image

Missy was standing in the tall grass with her young son, nuzzling him lovingly. Though the older mare didn't seem to care for most of her foals, Mirror was different for some reason. He was a bit blind in his left eye. Though, it was still fully functional. She snorted gently, not wanting a stallion, but she knew she'd have to get a herd to be able to keep her young son safe. She pushed back her ears with a sigh, then called out to any stallions. She was worried they'd hurt him, but either way, he'd die if she didn't do something. She kept her ears perked, listening for any responses.

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colt ~ five months old ~ lone colt ~ mother; bloody mistake ~ herd; x ~ tagged; bloody mistake

Young Mirror laughed and played in the field by his mother. He could sense some bothersome, but that didn't keep him from running around and playing. He nuzzled her occasionally, laughing and whinnying in happiness. Who was his mother calling for? He didn't know, but he then stopped, standing beside her. Though Mirror loved to play, he was a nervous little colt, scared unless his mother was confident, and she wasn't.

[Blumenkranz]

Hearing a voice, Grima's ears swiveled towards the sound the the dark stallion turned his head to see who spoke. His gaze rested on two horses, a filly and her mother. At first he didn't react, he stood quietly and studied the two carefully. They were obviously not a part of a herd, as no stallion was following them, but why was a mare walking around with a foal but no stallion? Maybe they lost their stallion or something, or maybe they weren't even wild like Grima was. Whatever it was, he didn't really care. All he cared about was having a large herd and many foals, and these two could be the start of his herd. Remaining silent, the stallion turned his body to face the pair and he began to trot over. He was an unusually quiet horse, he did speak, but he didn't do it often. His focus was on Reflection, as he was more interested in her and he ignored the fact that Reflection may not want him to come close because she was with a foal. He didn't plan on hurting Chrystal, but if Chrystal was a colt then Grima would have.

[azhefa.]

{{My two other mares are still open.

Lol it looks like Nightmare will end up with most the mares who already have foals xD

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ Cʀᴏss}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 1? ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Bailey/Gambler + Missy/Mirror

The stallion throws his head up as the mare nips him harshly, the action making his red-brown eyes flash with an icy sharpness, he hates being bitten, especially by a mare. Nightmare snorts deeply, the sound vibrating in his thick chest to make it sound more like a growl. He flattens his ears as she kicks out at him as well, her displays weren't helping with his decision to keep her colt alive. His temper was well known in his home valley and if this young mare had even the slightest hint of sense, she'd catch on to that and obey him, he was an older stallion and was use to others obeying him. The stallion watches as the mare heads to the lake with the colt by her side, the sight of the colt makes his primal instincts to destroy rival blood all the stronger, but he'll hold off on his death for now, unless his mother decides to keep up her acts of rebelliousness.

Nightmare snorts again, this time a bit lighter and makes his way towards the lake, following after his claimed mare and her colt. He shakes out his thick black mane as he walks, not bothering to rush to his mare since he knows no one was stupid enough to try and take her from him. The stallion perks an ear as he nears the lake, pausing in his walking to search for the source of the call, it was a light sound and unmistakably feminine. Nightmare knows that it was a mare who had called out and was determined to find her and add her to his herd as well. He glances towards Bailey and gives a deep nicker, an order to stay put, before moving off at a trot, his muscles rippling under his bloody red coat. He lets out a loud squealing neigh in response to the mare's call, his ears perked and head looking around for the source. He catches sight of Missy in the taller grass and heads over, his head held high and chest puffed out in a small show of dominance and strength.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Quintus ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Quintus

The young mare stood with a back leg cocked to show that she was relaxed and not in the least bit frightened or weary of the stallion before her like most mares her age would be, but she was nearing the last stages of her heat so the presence of a stallion was actually quiet welcome to her, "[color=#800080]It's nice to meet you too, Quintus." Melody flicks her ears a little as a fly buzzes around by it, she tilts her head a little as he mentions having had a herd before, he seems like a capable stallion so she was curious as to what happened to the herd he had, but soon looses interest in the thought.

Melody perks her ears as he asks her to join him in making another herd with him, she knew he would ask her at some point, but not so soon. She may be pretty far into heat, but she was still pretty young and not as sure of herself as an older mare would be, she does want a herd and this stallion seems pretty strong. Melody stays silent for a few moments, debaiting with herself as to whether or not she should join him or continue her search and see if an older stallion finds her instead. She glance to Quintus and gives a mental shrug as she thinks to herself, 'might as well join him, he doesn't seem as mean as the other stallions.' The flea-bitten grey mare nods to the stallion with a small smile, "I'll join you."

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Gʏᴘsʏ Vᴀɴɴᴇʀ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 16 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast vally that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older mare snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pur white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Sʜɪʀᴇ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The mare trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her large draft body storms down the hillside, her heavy hoof-beats were hard to keep silent, but then again she wasn't trying to. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone mares (random), the sight of the mares makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser mares from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller mares from fighting back as does her much older age which many of the lesser mares were in awe of.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a mare who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the big female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the other mares to answer the many questions that were clear in their eyes. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[Blumenkranz]

Quintus stood before Melody, waiting for a reply. Would she join him, or would she refuse? He didn't know what she would choose, he did ask her a bit soon after all and she may not even be interested in joining a herd. The roan stallion liked Melody, as hoped that she would decide to join him. After thinking, Melody eventually spoked and he smiled at her answer. "That's great!" He nickered, glad that she had decided to come along. Now he had a band, even though it was just him and one other horse he was happy. Hopefully his band would expand as the year went on. The two would now be traveling and staying together...but now what? He glanced around briefly, checking the area around them. There were a few horses here and there, not really close enough to be a threat but it might be a good idea to switch places. Turning his attention back to Melody, he spoke "So...is there anywhere you would like to go?"

[LilHoneyBee]

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mare ~ five years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; two ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Young Mi was walking through a field, whinnying and playing. Now that she was alone, Angel could be as foolish as she wanted to. Her tail streamed behind her sending heat scent in waves. She was looking for a stallion, but not right away. The white shire called out for a stallion, but if nohorse answered, it wouldn't bother her any. Winter was no way close, so there was no reason for her to become desperate. She began to walk once again, to under a tree. The blazing sun was making her hot, and she needed to cool down. Her brown eyes scanned the area for any males that had heard her. Nothing. She called once more, except louder.

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stallion ~ nine years old ~ bachelor ~ mare(s) covered; zero ~ mare(s); x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Spirit galloped over the plains, calling to any lone mares, or even any mares who weren't happy in a herd. Spirit had no problems fighting for some mares. He snorted, flicking his tail. He called out once more, more loud, and deep. Spirit was a large stallion, so he never had a mare escape him. His father had taught him well. He stomped his hooves on the ground. He was getting angry. This year would be his year. He would have the most large herd. And he wouldn't stop until he did.

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mare ~ eight years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; one ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); mirror image ~ tagged; mirror image, cursed nightmare

Bloody Mistake was chewing on some grass as her son playing, careless of the world around her. Hoofbeats made her stand up in alert, and pull her young son to her side. Missy was weary of the stallion, but wouldn't be rude unless he was. She watched him, going back to chewing on the grass once more. She flicked her tail, knowing she could take care of herself, and her foal if it was needed. She gave him a nicker, to show she was no threat, or wouldn't just run off. Though the mare would usually run away because of her hate of stallions, she knew she had to join a herd to keep Mirror safe. She watched him, her ears pushed up, tail now tucked.

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colt ~ five months old ~ lone colt ~ mother; bloody mistake ~ herd; x ~ tagged; bloody mistake, cursed nightmare

Mirror played in the grass, laughing and playing like the young colt he was. He whinnied, bucking and rearing, kicking his hooves at a butterfly that floated by. He felt his mother pull him to her side, and it made him freeze up, as he saw a large stallion walk over to them. Mirror could tell that his mother wasn't afraid, more weary of this stranger. The colt had heard of stallions killing foals that weren't his, so it made him scared. Mirror stuck to his mother like glue, now quiet, and still.

[r e d.]

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>Alone
>Nervous, slightly impressed
>Lone Mare
>Heat stage 4
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She soon saw a big stallion, a handsome one. She nickered slightly and kept grazing, she didnt want to bother him. She flicked her heat scented tail as a calm reaction. She didnt want to attract attention to herself from other mares, nor stallions. Though she was deep in heat, she still had her stubborn personality. She walked out of the shade of the oak calmly, though carefully. Her black coat stood out from the hills of grass. The fae shook her mane and looked around. She wanted to find a stallion that would fit her, though that would be near impossible

[azhefa.]

{{@Totoro - You can have Spirit find one of my mares if you want (: Lol Chaos is probably his best chance since Rose is 16-years-old and feisty as ever xD

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ Cʀᴏss}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 1? ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Bailey/Gambler + Missy/Mirror

The deep bay stallion snorts a little as he sees that the mare he had heard also had a young colt with her, was he ever going to find a mare without a darn foal? Nightmare pointedly ignores the colt as he puts all of his attention on Missy, his ears perked up as his eyes scan over her, the red-brown orbs nearly void of emotion which normally frightens other horses. He slows to a rather high stepping walk, showing off a little like he always does with his tail lifted and head high and tucked against his neck to flare up his dark black mane. Nightmare nickers back to the mare as he finally comes to a stop a few dozen feet away from her, giving her just enough personal space for her to still feel comfortable, but not enough for her to be able to flee without him being able to intercept her easily.

The stallion stands with obvious confidence as he speaks to her, his voice deep and surprisingly smooth, "I heard that you needed a stallion and would gladly fill the void for you." His eerily empty eyes still trailed over her and soon catch sight of the young colt who was glued to his mother's side, they flash with a sudden harsh emotion, but it was gone as quickly as it came so it was difficult to really tell what it was he was feeling. Nightmare knew the mare would probably start up with the whole 'you are going to kill my colt' speech like his other mare had and was waiting for it, one ear half flattened as the other stood perked, waiting for her reply.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Quintus ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Quintus + Notices Bailey/Gambler

A sheepish smile came to her lips as her new stallion asked where it was she wanted to go, he was just as clueless about what to do as she was, "I don't know, maybe the lake for a drink? Or a shady spot to graze?" The uncertainty that rings in her questions betrays her calm and confident posture, she was young and the only herd she's really been in was her family herd, the stallion who had claimed her after she had left her family didn't have any other mares so it didn't really count as a herd. Melody glances around a little and flicks her tail absentmindedly, forgetting about her heat as she tries to figure out what it was they could do.

The young mare shakes out her mane and then turns towards the lake, motioning with her head for him to follow, "I think a good roll in the water will be good, plus I could use a drink as well." With that she heads down to the water, not really paying attention to the other mare who was currently there with her little colt. She wades in and splashes water on her belly before plopping down and rolling in the shallows, drenching her pale coat with the cool water. After her refreshing roll, Melody gets back to her feet and calmly takes a few drinks, soothing her parched throat before heading back out to graze on the sweet grass that grew around the water's edge.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Gʏᴘsʏ Vᴀɴɴᴇʀ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 16 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast vally that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older mare snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pur white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Sʜɪʀᴇ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The mare trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her large draft body storms down the hillside, her heavy hoof-beats were hard to keep silent, but then again she wasn't trying to. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone mares (random), the sight of the mares makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser mares from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller mares from fighting back as does her much older age which many of the lesser mares were in awe of.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a mare who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the big female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the other mares to answer the many questions that were clear in their eyes. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[LilHoneyBee]

@Rebellion, Who do you want Spirit to meet? ::

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mare ~ five years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; two ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Young Mi was walking through a field, whinnying and playing. Now that she was alone, Angel could be as foolish as she wanted to. Her tail streamed behind her sending heat scent in waves. She was looking for a stallion, but not right away. The white shire called out for a stallion, but if nohorse answered, it wouldn't bother her any. Winter was no way close, so there was no reason for her to become desperate. She began to walk once again, to under a tree. The blazing sun was making her hot, and she needed to cool down. Her brown eyes scanned the area for any males that had heard her. Nothing. She called once more, except louder.

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stallion ~ nine years old ~ bachelor ~ mare(s) covered; zero ~ mare(s); x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Spirit galloped over the plains, calling to any lone mares, or even any mares who weren't happy in a herd. Spirit had no problems fighting for some mares. He snorted, flicking his tail. He called out once more, more loud, and deep. Spirit was a large stallion, so he never had a mare escape him. His father had taught him well. He stomped his hooves on the ground. He was getting angry. This year would be his year. He would have the most large herd. And he wouldn't stop until he did.

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mare ~ eight years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; one ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); mirror image ~ tagged; mirror image, cursed nightmare

Missy watched as he showed off. She would admit, he looked strong, and able to protect Mirror, but also kill him. The older mare snorted gently, waiting for him to come closer to her. She flicked her tail in comfort, just to show she had no fear against him, or any mare that he had. The paint was very dominant, so she would defiantly be looking forward to a fight. Missy turned back to Nightmare, bowing her head in greeting as he final got close. Though, she still stood protectively in front of her son. At his words, she smirked, seeing his harsh eyes burn into her son. She moved her head down, to look at him, and cover Mirror. "I know you've heard this line one or two times, but, Mirror will do nothing to harm your herd. He's still young yet, so you will have nothing to worry about. If he does wrong, it is my fault. I will take care of it." She told him, her warm eyes turning cold, showing her seriousness. Missy wanted no reason to fight, as there was none, until he began it. The mare was sweet until you brought her favorite foal into the mix. Finishing up her final years in the herd without her mother, Missy learned from her father, and she learned a few stallion tricks. "But anyways, I am Bloody Mistake, or Missy, and this is Mirror Image, just call him Mirror." She told the stallion, moving her head back up to look at him.

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colt ~ five months old ~ lone colt ~ mother; bloody mistake ~ herd; x ~ tagged; bloody mistake, cursed nightmare

Mirror didn't stare at the stallion, just.. Overlooked. A small smile grew to his face. He was huge! Mirror whinnied to him in welcome, then felt his mother nudge him, mostly to say, "Be quiet." Mirror pushed back his ears, then looked back to the stallion, raising them once more as he continued to look him over. Mirror was.. A different kind of colt, besides his eye. He was more of a fillyish colt. He would rather frolic, and play in the flowers then learn ways of the stallions. Mirror watched them converse quietly, doing as his mother said, to stay quiet.