| Discarded Remnant | Remnant | Mare | Eight Years Old | Stage Three Heat | No Tags |
The mare gave a huff, swishing her tail as she looked around. She was in search of a herd, as she had lost the small band she had been with not too long ago. She had went off to find a place to foal, only to find that her foal was stillborn. Upon her journey back to her band, she returned to find that they were gone, nowhere to be seen. Knowing that she needed protection again soon, she had gone out in search of another stallion, or other horses in general. Giving a loud whinny, she welcomed any within earshot.
| Cryonoux | Cry | Stallion | Fifteen Years Old | No Mares | No Covers | No Tags |
The old roan stallion was trotting, making his way through the area. He then stopped, eyes scanning his area and surroundings. In the distance he could see lots of horses doing various things, their coats contrasting against the summer grass. He then lifted his head and gave a loud whinny, calling out to any mares within earshot. He was old, and therefore very experienced. Although his strength wasn't what it used to be in his prime, most younger and inexperienced horses probably wouldn't challenge him, which made him a perfect candidate for most mares.
| Lunatic | Luna | Mare | Thirteen Years Old | Stage Two Heat | No Tags |
The pure black mustang mare stood on the outskirts of the area around the watering hole, lipping up green grass at her own pleasure. She had recently just been separated from her herd while her stallion was fending off a few bachelors from trying to steal his mares or his herd. During all the chaos and confusion, she found herself alone not too far from the watering hole. She had hopes that they would come by soon and she would be able to join them again, as she had an acceptable stallion. She also had a yearling from the year before last, which was still with the herd. Or at least, she hoped. She also realized that her estrus scent might bring a few males running to her location. She just hoped her herd would get there first.
| Falling Towards the Sky | Sky | Mare | Four Years Old | Stage Four Heat | No Tags |
A young black and white mustang mare made her way through the dense foliage and trees, emerging from them onto a grassy plain. She stopped, taking in her new settings. Not too far off was a running stream, it's running water like the sound of chimes in her perked ears. Immediately she broke into a canter toward the stream, stopping short at its edge. She lowered her muzzle into it, taking in the cool, clear liquid that ran down her throat in the most soothing manner. When she was finished she lifted her head and further explored the area she now found herself in. Off in the distance she could see horses scattered throughout the land. She could see mares with foals, some lone mares, and stallions trying to snake and breed mares. She gave a small snort at this. Still young in age, she didn't get the point of any of this. This would be her first season out by herself, as she had left her family herd later than most mares. However, being in stage four of her heat, she was rather flirty with any stallions she would come across. Deciding to get closer to the action, she cantered farther into the horse-dotted land.
[ I think this is the worst intro post I've done... Ever... I'm sorry. XD Hopefully my writing will get better from here on out, lol. Also, any of them are open to anyone. c: ]
The mare gave a huff, swishing her tail as she looked around. She was in search of a herd, as she had lost the small band she had been with not too long ago. She had went off to find a place to foal, only to find that her foal was stillborn. Upon her journey back to her band, she returned to find that they were gone, nowhere to be seen. Knowing that she needed protection again soon, she had gone out in search of another stallion, or other horses in general. Giving a loud whinny, she welcomed any within earshot.
| Cryonoux | Cry | Stallion | Fifteen Years Old | No Mares | No Covers | No Tags |
The old roan stallion was trotting, making his way through the area. He then stopped, eyes scanning his area and surroundings. In the distance he could see lots of horses doing various things, their coats contrasting against the summer grass. He then lifted his head and gave a loud whinny, calling out to any mares within earshot. He was old, and therefore very experienced. Although his strength wasn't what it used to be in his prime, most younger and inexperienced horses probably wouldn't challenge him, which made him a perfect candidate for most mares.
| Lunatic | Luna | Mare | Thirteen Years Old | Stage Two Heat | No Tags |
The pure black mustang mare stood on the outskirts of the area around the watering hole, lipping up green grass at her own pleasure. She had recently just been separated from her herd while her stallion was fending off a few bachelors from trying to steal his mares or his herd. During all the chaos and confusion, she found herself alone not too far from the watering hole. She had hopes that they would come by soon and she would be able to join them again, as she had an acceptable stallion. She also had a yearling from the year before last, which was still with the herd. Or at least, she hoped. She also realized that her estrus scent might bring a few males running to her location. She just hoped her herd would get there first.
| Falling Towards the Sky | Sky | Mare | Four Years Old | Stage Four Heat | No Tags |
A young black and white mustang mare made her way through the dense foliage and trees, emerging from them onto a grassy plain. She stopped, taking in her new settings. Not too far off was a running stream, it's running water like the sound of chimes in her perked ears. Immediately she broke into a canter toward the stream, stopping short at its edge. She lowered her muzzle into it, taking in the cool, clear liquid that ran down her throat in the most soothing manner. When she was finished she lifted her head and further explored the area she now found herself in. Off in the distance she could see horses scattered throughout the land. She could see mares with foals, some lone mares, and stallions trying to snake and breed mares. She gave a small snort at this. Still young in age, she didn't get the point of any of this. This would be her first season out by herself, as she had left her family herd later than most mares. However, being in stage four of her heat, she was rather flirty with any stallions she would come across. Deciding to get closer to the action, she cantered farther into the horse-dotted land.
[ I think this is the worst intro post I've done... Ever... I'm sorry. XD Hopefully my writing will get better from here on out, lol. Also, any of them are open to anyone. c: ]
