Ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｈｏｏｖｅｓ / Wild Horses / Accepting

[paradise,]

[@Prom, all of my mares are open :3
@snow, my stallion, knight, is open.]

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knight // stallion // nine years old // mustang x quarter horse // one ; aspen // zero coverings // tags; aspen [@ghostie]

the blue roan stallion moved away from the palomino mare's flank, understanding her warning. she wasn't that deep in heat yet, he had scented that. his side tingled as her muzzle touched it, his body turning back round to be equal to her. "why thank you aspen." he spoke, moving back around to her front. his tail swished constantly, hitting the flies around him. his muzzle soon revealed a smile as she spoke. "why of course, it would be an honor to call you mine." knight spoke, nuzzling her cheek gently. the stud lipped at her mane gently, basically asking her to follow him. he was glad he had gained a mare but, it wouldn't hurt to look for more. picking up a walk, knight let out a soft bellow, then listening for a mare's response.

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chaos // stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // no mares // zero coverings // tags; calli [@Ninja]

the dun stallion forced a smile onto his smoky black muzzle, "calli, you don't seem to have a herd by the looks of it. would you care to join me in starting a herd?" he asked, hoping she would comply. he really didn't want to have to snake her, then his bad side would come out. he stomped his front hoof down on the ground in aggravation, these flies were so annoying. chaos flicked his black tail against his thick haunches, his dark brown eyes watching the overo mare with impatience.

[sorry, writers block.]

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paris // mare // eight years old // mustang x shire // no stallion // stage three // tags; none

a thick-boned white mare pranced about in an open meadow, the long stalks of grass tickling her stocky legs. she let out a high-pitched whinny, her small barrel vibrating in unison. she flicked her thick, white against her haunches, spreading her strong heat scent into the air. she was always found messing around with stallions, to tease them, that was why she was calling out for one. all just for fun. hearing nothing in reply, paris darted through a small opening in the trees, the low branches rubbing along her scarred back. she was a pretty mare but, many scars were permanent on her body. because she met so many stallions, that also meant she met a lot of different personalities, some mean, some nice. her ears flicked back and forth, her dark brown eyes adjusting to the darker light within the trees. after a couple of minutes, she emerged from the pine trees, her eyes squinting at the bright sunlight. shaking out her mane, the mare let out a loud nicker, the sound echoing across the land.

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shamara // mare // four years old // mustang x arabian // no stallion // stage four // tags; none

a young grullo mare flicked her heavily scented tail against her haunches, a high-pitched whinny flowing from her dark grey muzzle. she was in stage four and felt lonely, she wanted a stallion's company. snorting loudly, the young arabian mix started to walk towards a meadow, maybe there would be some bachelors or band stallions there to ease her of her discomfort. she flicked her scented tail the whole time, her eyes scanning the area around her. there was no stallions in scent range, making her lower her head in disappointment.

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feign // mare // twelve years old // mustang x american paint // no stallion // stage one // tags; none

a pretty bay overo mare grazed beside her younger sister, portrait. they have been together ever since their mother died. feign had to take care of her younger sister and they fled and fought stallions together. they didn't know how to be apart. she walked a few steps away from her sister, holding her tail in a clamped position. she didn't want any unwanted stallions finding the duo. snorting gently, the older mare continued to watch out for her sister. she lifted her head at the sound of a stallions call, then followed by another. there were so many of them out here, she hated it.

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portrait // mare // eleven years old // mustang x american paint // no stallion // stage two // tags; none

a thin bay overo mare grazed beside her older sister, feign. she lifted her head, turning it back to nip at her back gently before bringing her head back 'round. she liked stallions more than her sister but, still disliked the young, cocky ones. she flicked her heavily scented tail, spreading her heat scent into the air. she wanted to have foals at some time; she was already eleven years old, she wasn't getting any younger. snorting, the mare watched her sister move away from her. she knew he sister had a problem with equines being to close to her, she always had. that wouldn't be good when stallions came around.

[bleachbear.]

Calli
I took a deep breath, he meant no harm and officially relaxed. "Sure." I said, not really knowing what else to say. I was hoping he was nice but you never know. Although he seemed nice.

[vincent,]

Ocean Blue

Mare//2 years old//Loner

"Hello I am Ocean Blue but you can call me Ocean, and this is Esperlza." She said before quickly bucking into a gallop to follow Lexo to the pond. Ocean was always up for a challenge so she galloped as fast as she could and skidded to a stop right beside Lexo and said, "Wow you're quite fast" she nickered.

[val.]

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aspen//nine years//stage one//tagged faraway kingdom//herd is knight

aspen would of jumped for joy, but she controlled herself into just nuzzling knight gently back. she hung her head next to his shoulder as they moved, leaning against him. even with her bad experiences with letting stallions take hold of her, aspen couldn't back away, no matter how mean or rude the stud could be. aspen sighed softly and huffed gently as they walked. aspen arched her neck slightly and picked up a nice slow jog, keeping her hooves off the ground and not bringing up dust. aspen stepped into a right lead lope, and then switched with a flick of her tail, circling back to knight and running her nose over his face, lipping at his nose and eyes with gentle affection.

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lucky//fourteen years//zero coverings//tagged forget me not rosie//no herd

lucky stood tall, showing no emotion in his dark eyes. i'll let you decide that. lucky responded. he lashed his tail at her snotty comments, but made no expression to show his boiling anger. the stud pinned his ears and lowered his head as she kicked at him, his patience getting close to a zero. if he had to kill her just to show his point, lucky wouldn't be scared to cross that line. he snorted gently and watched her trot off and then pick up a canter. he stood and watched her with unamused and dull eyes, before taking after her at a trot. as rosie gained speed into a gallop, lucky himself went into a rocking lope. he didn't want to lose the mare, but if she would be like this, lucky would rather pass on his time to a younger, more inexpeirenced filly. lucky suddenly burst into a full gallop and circled in front of rosie, cutting her off from going any further. he slid to a stop and backed up until his rump almost touched her nose, and then raised his muscular hind-quarters off the ground. lucky dug his hooves into her chest, not enough to draw blood, but to knock the wind out of her. lucky then dug his hooves into the ground and burst off with great speed, and then slowed back to a lope, slightly getting onto her lead of playing, which he didn't know much about.

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fauna//four years//heat stage 4//no tags//no herd

fauna galloped right out of the forest at full speed, thundering across the open plains like a grey and white blur. her pure andalusian blood kept her from going at high speeds, but she could go long distances. her legs stretched far out, her muscles tense and her nostrils quivering. behind her, three wolves trailed, keeping themselves calm and collected as they sprinted after the young mare. fauna let out a shriek, and lifted her hind quarters off the ground, landing a kick in mid-air only nicking the ribcage of the leading wolf. fauna pivoted to the right, and burst off with speed and then abruptly turned to her left, grabbing a wolf by it's scruff and flinging it behind her. fauna pushed tired self into a full gallop, the wolves pressing on hot. fauna managed to dodge a attack, by snaking to the right, but with slowing down, the last wolf, silvery red, latched on to her back. fauna screamed, bucking as she ran before just taking off again. this was the last wolf of the pack, the other two had fallen behind. fauna bucked and barrel rolled until the wolf had almost detached itself, dangling by it's powerful jaws. fauna stumbled, tripping over her lanky legs and tumbling into the ground. the wolf let go and got a hold on fauna's neck. she got to her feet, but any retaliation or pulling, would allow the wolf to pull her throat out. fauna started to trot, the wolf holding onto her neck while the other two caught up.

{ i finally finished my horses histories! i got their stories now in my head @Hoof }

[~.disengage.~]

I added two more horses, they're at page 6))

[paradise,]

I added two more horses, they're at page 6))

[accepted c: also, i'm pretty sure your are not allowed to have pictures in your posts, i think >.<]

[c a v a l i a.]

♕ V o g u e ♕
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mare ♦ twelve ♦ fjord ♦ rank ; no herd ♦ in heat 1 ♦ tagged; taraxippi

The mare snorted at his name and his nickname. Taraxippi. Strange name she must admit to herself but he was quite a handsome stallion but his demeanor was surely unlikable. He had a sudden mysterious, nasty eeriness about him that she didn't like. Swishing her tail Vogue turned side on to the stallion and chucked him a sideways glance. "Nice to meet you Taraxippi." she said with a female sharpness, "I'm just out here to graze and explore." she added with an even more harsher voice, to show she is clearly uninterested in his strange ways.

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paint ♦ seven ♦ stallion ♦ seven ♦ no mares ♦ tagged; Soul + Karma

Paco smiled and almost laughed. This is what he wanted. Now he could distinguish which one had the extreme fieriness and which one was the more docile one. The mare that had talked nastily to him was defiantly the feisty and leading mare. She had authority about her which interested the young stallion. His plan had worked perfectly, anger the mares to see which one would be a suitable lead mare. "You're a fiesty one aren't you?" stated the stallion before cantering up the hill to move further away from the mares. "You would be an amazing lead mare in a herd." he added quickly before cantering faster uphill.

[yella]

Lexo
he smiled seeing she was pretty fast and added "would you like to be in my herd?" he said looking at her.And then back at the trees and then the other female her glanced over them to see a other male and he narrowed his eyes at him and then noticed it was just a rabbit and said "oh..i guess my vision is getting off." he said then turning back to them and got a drink of the water.

[Deletingaccount]

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Rose // Mare // eleven and a half years old // Arabian // 15 hands // Heat stage 3 // sort of lucky's // tags; Lucky

Rose squealed as he caught up and decided to cut infront of her and kick her. She snorted aggressivly and in retaliation she snaked her neck and leapt forwards and bit his rump. Due to her endurence, despite the pain in her chest, the mare caught her breath back and turned, throwing in several violent bucks making sure to hit him at least once or twice. She pinned her ears and flared her nostrils, making sure she got the last say. She glared angrily and pulled her head up high, and flagged her tail. The mare decided, one last one, she kicked out, striking both hind legs violently towards Lucky's hip before trotting off a few steps. The mare grumbled under her breath and pinned her ears and kept them back. She was angry, and disaproved of his temper. She was only having a bit of fun and testing him. She clacked her teeth violently in his direction and turned her rump to him clamping her tail and swishing it hard over her rump as she grazed. Come tomorrow, The eleven year old would do this again, if the stallion wanted her, he'd have to be kind. She pinned her ears, not wanting to be here, but her chest hurt and she was going to be sore and it was likely gonna be swollen tomorrow

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Pompeii // Mare // six years old // Arabian // 16 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open

The blue roan Rabicano mare walked contently along, each step lifting up water from the stream. A stallion was following her, she was not deep in heat and so deciding to walk in the stream would hide any trace of her, she occasionally stepped out and took several steps into the bush before stepping over a log and then dancing her way back to the stream, making it seem like she ran off that way. She would occasionally also step out and hit her lightly scented tail against a tree. The mare was young and free, she didn't want to be caught right now, especially by an ugly black quarter horse stallion. She'd met quarter horses before, they were so pretty, but this one... he was huge and ugly. She trotted along and soon came into the meadow, freedom! she galloped to a slow speed and then sped up as she came to a hill. She reached the top and looked at the hill which led to the large meadow which spread for miles. It was a long hill and you had to go down to get to the meadow. She groaned, it was steep and rocky and looked dangerous. She placed her hooves carefully. this was dangerous, but an arabian who was nearly always balanced, knew the meadow and hills and had gone down worse, she found it easier than running from a stallion. She trotted down it, not many would dare break a walk, she slipped once on a loose rock but didn't stop, instead when she was about a meter from the bottom she looked and decided simply to jump. So she jumped, on her way down she tripped into a small hole causing her shoulder to yank a few muscles, pulling several in her right shoulder. The mare cried slightly and then began a limp to the river. It came across as nothing when the mare realised she could canter. But little under 10 minutes later the mare found herself laying on her side in agony. Her muscles aching from where she'd pulled them. That's what you get for being cocky. The mare groaned and grunted but remained quiet, not wanting to be sighted just yet.

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｔｒｕｓｔ ａ ｓｏｕｌ

Soul // Mare // nine years old // Warmblood // 18 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; Karma

Soul groaned as her sister took off after the stallion, but couldn't help but grin. As she returned she sighed "Karma, go with him, I don't want to, I'm happy on my own, plus, I'd rather our foals didn't have the same father" she smirked softly and nibbled the mares muzzle. As she snapped and said no, she sighed and kept trotting.

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Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.2 hands // Heat stage 1 // no herd // tags; Soul + Paco

Karma watched with a frown, but didn't turn to follow, if he wanted her, he'd have to take on the hard mission of trying to get her. She could see the interest in his eyes, and honestly, despite Karma's love for her sister, she didn't mind joining a herd, but if he couldn't come after her and snake her from her sister, she didn't see the point in joining him. So she sighed deeply taking a mouthful of grass before slowly walking beside her sister stepping into a trot.

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Death // Stallion // twelve years old // Arabian // 15.2 hands // Number of coverings // Mares : Star:Lunar // tags; herd

I'm aussie, pretty sure there is like a days difference between me and america?)
-fade- He looked at the mare's as they comunicated, and as Star showed signs off affection to him, the stallion pinned his ears and showed none back, instead he simply grazed contently, bobbing his head slightly. The stallion flared his nostrils and contently ripped the grass from it's roots pulling it up into his mouth. In time the male looked around and gave a gentle call.

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Link // Stallion // eight years old // Warmblood // 17 hands // Number of coverings // mares: // tags; none

The large dark male walked along contently, his ears pinned back as he called out curious for females. He shook out his mane and nickered gently before stamping his hooves and trotting off. He gave a small kick but who said a warmblood stallion couldn't have fun? so with a small kick came a big kick, bucking as he cantered along, ears pinned back as he bucked again, glorious freedom of spring. He was still thinnish from the winter but would fatten up in weeks and by then, hopefully a reasonably sized herd. With one last final call he patiently waited for a reply.

[Promiscuous.]

[@Prom, all of my mares are open :3
@snow, my stallion, knight, is open.]

Okay! im working on some posts right now :3