Ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｈｏｏｖｅｓ / Wild Horses / Accepting

[vincent,]

Starlit Dream

Star //Mare // 3 years old // Mustang // Most Likely In Foal // Belongs to Death

Star nickered to Death and said "Why don't you come here and lie down for some rest. I'll stand guard in case of danger, you should get some rest. I'll wake you if I sense any danger." She grazed beside Luna's sleeping body waiting for a reply. Star thought about asking Death again for his name, but thought he might get mad because he had said he won't tell his name until he has more mares.

[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

"Your name puts me off," said Vogue quickly, slightly regretting saying that. If the stallion wanted to know what was putting her off him it was defiantly his name. Her mother had told her all about the Taraxippi ghosts and how they scared and picked on horses. The older mare stopped moving away from him and faced him again, she tossed her stiff classic fjord mane and then pawed the ground arching her neck. "Sorry that was ever so rude of me," she apologized in a formal manner. Even though her breed originated in the mountains she had a quite formal way of speaking compared to other horses.

▲ R h y t h m o f t h e P a c o ▼
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paint ♦ seven ♦ stallion ♦ seven ♦ no mares ♦ tagged; Soul + Karma

The stallion threw his head backwards as the mare lunged at him with her hindquarters. Paco winced as he saw the older mare kick the younger mare, whom he is wanting to snake in the hip very hard. Flattening his ears the stallion trotted behind Karma and went to her side, using his tall frame he pushed against her whilst nipping at her face to lead her away from her sister. He wanted this mare and he was determined to get her, even if it meant separation from her sister.

[~.disengage.~]

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\ \ taraxippi || 4 years || mixed breed || bachelor || zero coverings || Tags: Vogue //

Taraxippi;; a ghost that scares horses.

The only reason I was called that


was because I was silent and a bit of a bully when I was younger.


I regret that decision now none the less.


Anyway, its ok, most horses shrink and


gallop for the hills when they hear my name.


I showed a great lot of respect for this mare,


even though if most horses said that I would


leave with with a sharp come back and a


striking hoof. She was different, in a way,


not the bad kind obviously. Her sturdy body


and arched neck made her look very pretty,


even though some mountain horses


look like shrubs. I dipped my head to her


in respect, showing that I accepted her

apology.

[Deletingaccount]

ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｍｅ ｎｏｔ ｒｏｓｉｅ

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

Rose Pulled her ears up and threw her head up as high as it could go. The mare's adrenaline hit her as the cat flew out and went for Lucky, it's eyes seemed to dart to her, but then back to lucky as he took off with it. As the animal came back at her and managed to get her hip before Lucky cut it off, the mare turned and bucked before galloping off. The snorted and made her way closer to the river, even a lion hungry for a meal wouldn't swim, not worth it for an animal he'd have trouble taking down. As she looked back she watched as lucky turned and took the cat on. She snorted and watched the cat attack, Lucky's bravery made it only that much easier for the cat. However, within time, the cat ran off, submission in his eyes. The mare made her way out of the water blood trailing down her leg from the wound on her hip, she walked towards the stallion, adrenaline in her body preventing the pain for the moment. She made her way towards the stallion with her ears pinned back she stopped a few meters away to study his wounds before making his way towards him. Threatening to kick him before she simply pushed her nose into his flank and nibbled around his wounds, pulling the loose dirt from his body and gently pulling a tiny bit at the loose fur that no longer needed to be there seeing it would only get into his wounds. She kept her ears pinned back incase he threatened her to go away, she snorted and occasioanlly warned him with a herd nip where he wasn't wounded. She then continued to nibble at the dirt around his wounds until she'd managed to clean the area around two wounds before moving onto the next wound. She ignored hers for the moment, considering it was clean from the water that splashed onto it when she went into the water. She snorted softly and looked around, She'd help him with his wounds but should the feline come back, she wasn't going to stay. She sighed gently, deciding to stay and 'nurse' him to health. She would offically be in danger now to any stallion who came by. Lucky wouldn't be able to chase them off unless they were nearly half his age due to his wounds.

With a gentle sigh she nosed him contently and rested her muzzle against his side.

ａ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｅｍｐｉｒｅ

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; open

Glad the male left with her sister, the mare kept going but sighed softly in guilt and pain in her heart as she kept moving. Ears pinned back the mare kept up her canter moving away from the forrest.

ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ ａ ｂ----

Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.2 hands // Heat stage 3 // Rhythm of the Paco// tags; herd

As the stallion came after she snorted and continued her way after her sister. She snorted as her nose was nipped causing her to slow however the mare snaked her neck back and lightly bit his chest but slightly turned back going where he asked. She pinned her ears back and called out loudly, almost pleading that her sister return. The mare seemed to ignore her the way she continued her leave. Karma snorted at Paco and even though she was that year older and much taller than this male, her hip was against her causing the mare to give in. She snorted and clacked her teeth in submission as she turned and trotted with a slight limp where the stallion pushed her.

ｓｔａｒｅ ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅ

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

Death snorted and somewhat ignored what star spoke of, he shook his head briefly and pricked his ears before pulling them forwards and lowering his muzzle chewing at the grass contently.

ｓｉｒ ｃｈａｒｌｅｓ ｌｉｎｋｏｎ

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.

[vincent,]

Starlit Dream
Mare // 3 years // Most Likely In Foal // Belongs to Star Death In The Eye

Star noticed Death ignoring her, and felt somewhat hurt. Her ears went slightly back as she trotted over to the river taking a drink before grazing thinking about what she has done wrong to make Death mad at her. She nuzzled Luna and slept for a while.

Star dreamt of Death and Luna leaving her all alone by herself because they didn't like her and were mad at her. Star got so scared that she immediately cantered to Death's side and nuzzled him saying "I'm sorry if I made you mad" and stood there grazing not daring to sleep incase they leave her. Star was really scared that she would be alone so she stayed close by at all times.

Ocean Blue
Mare // 2 & a Half // In Foal // Belongs to Lexo

Ocean nuzzled Lexo's wounds trying to make it stop bleeding. Ocean nipped him gently to get him not to lay down or he may never get up again.. She was very worried and nuzzled his wounds gently trying to ease the pain. She nuzzled Esperlza to make sure she was okay. Ocean walked into the water to clean off her old wound and splashed around to get water to clean Lexo's wounds.

[Deletingaccount]

ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｍｅ ｎｏｔ ｒｏｓｉｅ

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

Rose Pulled her ears up and threw her head up as high as it could go. The mare's adrenaline hit her as the cat flew out and went for Lucky, it's eyes seemed to dart to her, but then back to lucky as he took off with it. As the animal came back at her and managed to get her hip before Lucky cut it off, the mare turned and bucked before galloping off. The snorted and made her way closer to the river, even a lion hungry for a meal wouldn't swim, not worth it for an animal he'd have trouble taking down. As she looked back she watched as lucky turned and took the cat on. She snorted and watched the cat attack, Lucky's bravery made it only that much easier for the cat. However, within time, the cat ran off, submission in his eyes. The mare made her way out of the water blood trailing down her leg from the wound on her hip, she walked towards the stallion, adrenaline in her body preventing the pain for the moment. She made her way towards the stallion with her ears pinned back she stopped a few meters away to study his wounds before making his way towards him. Threatening to kick him before she simply pushed her nose into his flank and nibbled around his wounds, pulling the loose dirt from his body and gently pulling a tiny bit at the loose fur that no longer needed to be there seeing it would only get into his wounds. She kept her ears pinned back incase he threatened her to go away, she snorted and occasioanlly warned him with a herd nip where he wasn't wounded. She then continued to nibble at the dirt around his wounds until she'd managed to clean the area around two wounds before moving onto the next wound. She ignored hers for the moment, considering it was clean from the water that splashed onto it when she went into the water. She snorted softly and looked around, She'd help him with his wounds but should the feline come back, she wasn't going to stay. She sighed gently, deciding to stay and 'nurse' him to health. She would offically be in danger now to any stallion who came by. Lucky wouldn't be able to chase them off unless they were nearly half his age due to his wounds.

With a gentle sigh she nosed him contently and rested her muzzle against his side.

ａ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｅｍｐｉｒｅ

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; open

Glad the male left with her sister, the mare kept going but sighed softly in guilt and pain in her heart as she kept moving. Ears pinned back the mare kept up her canter moving away from the forrest.

ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ ａ ｂ----

Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.2 hands // Heat stage 3 // Rhythm of the Paco// tags; herd

As the stallion came after she snorted and continued her way after her sister. She snorted as her nose was nipped causing her to slow however the mare snaked her neck back and lightly bit his chest but slightly turned back going where he asked. She pinned her ears back and called out loudly, almost pleading that her sister return. The mare seemed to ignore her the way she continued her leave. Karma snorted at Paco and even though she was that year older and much taller than this male, her hip was against her causing the mare to give in. She snorted and clacked her teeth in submission as she turned and trotted with a slight limp where the stallion pushed her.

ｓｔａｒｅ ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅ

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

Death lifted his head up as the mare wondered off to sleep. He turned and continued to graze silently. The stallion shook out his mane and looked up as his mare came cantering towards him. The stallion grunted as she thumped his side slightly and he frowned gently looking at her. He frowned as she spoke and chuckled "whatever do you mean?" He asked contently, before nodding and speaking again "Me?.. is it because I'm not social that you think I'm mad at you?" He sighed softly "I did not tell you my name because You probably would have run without a second thought" He muttered gently.

ｓｉｒ ｃｈａｒｌｅｓ ｌｉｎｋｏｎ

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.

[vincent,]

Starlit Dream
Mare // 3 years // Most Likely In Foal // Belongs to Star Death In The Eye

"No, it's not that.It's just that I had a nightmare about you and Luna leaving me, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Star said. She nickered to Death and said "I would never leave you, I have been alone for too long and I wouldn't just leave the first stallion that actually took me into his herd and was nice to me like you. I would always stay by your side." She nuzzled Death as she said that.

Ocean Blue

Mare//2 & a half years old//Belongs to Lexo

(can't rp with you guys today for so long, I live in Taiwan and its nightie now and I have school tomorrow. I will respond when I have time in class on my computer.)
Ocean followed Lexo and while he grazed Ocean nuzzled over his body checking if the wounds were still bleeding and laughed gently "You really need to be careful, I don't want to be on my own again with all those other crazy animals. Well on the bright side other mares will think you are very experienced stallion because of your scar" She smiled as she nuzzled his neck before grazing for a while.

[paradise,]

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

knight smiled gently as the palomino mare nuzzled his neck, if felt good to finally have a mare's scent on him after so many years. snorting softly, the blue roan stallion curiously watched his new mare, she was actually full of energy. when she picked up a jog, so did he, keeping his hooves high up, not drawing dust. he nickered happily, his dark brown eyes filled with joy. as the mare picked up a canter, knight just watched her. she moved so beautifully, he was glad to call her his. when aspen circled back to him, knight grew found of all the affection. he lipped at her tangled white forelock, then nuzzling her cheek softly before picking up a lope. he nickered to her, then pushed into a gallop. he wanted to see how fast the mare could run, it would be a fun race and also he could test her speed. he turned his head around to see if she was following and continued on his run. as he was galloping, a mare's scent wafted into his nostrils, and it wasn't aspens. he let out a soft bellow, slowing down to a fast paced trot. even though he was interested on this new mare, his attention still revolved around aspen. he would protect her with his life, with everything he had. he waited for aspen before moving closer to the mare, her deep heat scent growing stronger. his dark brown eyes rested on her beautiful white coat, and she looked to be alone. trotting closer to her, knight slowed to a walk, bobbing his head gently. "hello miss, what is your name? you can call me knight." he spoke, extending his muzzle out to hers, memorizing her scent.

[i'm sorry if this post is somewhat confusing. i kinda just threw it all together. haha.]

Ｐａｎｄｅｍｉｃ  Ｄｅｖｏｔｉｏｎ
chaos // stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // one ; calli // zero coverings // tags; calli, soul [@s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ]

chaos nosed her neck a bit roughly, then moved around behind her. he nipped her flank as gently as he could, before pushing into a trot. he wanted to make sure she would stay with him, he didn't have time to go about chasing some young mare. as he was trotting, he kept his head close to her flank, in case he had to make her keep going. so, you could say he was gently snaking her right now. snorting, the dun stallion pushed into a canter, moving up along side the mare. he made no eye contact with her, just looking straight ahead. you could tell that chaos wasn't the most social of all stallions, he actually preferred the quiet. he inhaled, another mare's scent filing his smoky black nostrils. he let out a bellow, his dark, calculating eyes searching around for her. the scent was coming from the forest, but it was moving. finally a large, bay mare emerged from the forest. she was running though, so he might have to snake. snorting, the stallion broke out into a gallop, trying to cut the mare off.

Ｃｉｔｙ Ｏｆ Ｒｏｍａｎｃｅ
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.

Ｓｗｅｅｔ Ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅ
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.

Ｆａｄｅｄ Ｉｎｋ
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.

Ｐａｉｎｔｅｄ Ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ
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.

[D.E.L.E.T.E.]

Snow heard the sound of playful nickering, which sounded like a herd. She raised her head, and pricked her ears curiously, but was still slightly wary. The albino horse backed up several paces when a stallion called to her, before nickering back. He looked to be a kind stallion, yet looks could be deceiving, and Snow should know that. When he asked her her name, she replied softly. "Hello, Knight. My name's As White as Snow, but you can just call me Snow."

[Deletingaccount]

ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｍｅ ｎｏｔ ｒｏｓｉｅ

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

Rose Pulled her ears up and threw her head up as high as it could go. The mare's adrenaline hit her as the cat flew out and went for Lucky, it's eyes seemed to dart to her, but then back to lucky as he took off with it. As the animal came back at her and managed to get her hip before Lucky cut it off, the mare turned and bucked before galloping off. The snorted and made her way closer to the river, even a lion hungry for a meal wouldn't swim, not worth it for an animal he'd have trouble taking down. As she looked back she watched as lucky turned and took the cat on. She snorted and watched the cat attack, Lucky's bravery made it only that much easier for the cat. However, within time, the cat ran off, submission in his eyes. The mare made her way out of the water blood trailing down her leg from the wound on her hip, she walked towards the stallion, adrenaline in her body preventing the pain for the moment. She made her way towards the stallion with her ears pinned back she stopped a few meters away to study his wounds before making his way towards him. Threatening to kick him before she simply pushed her nose into his flank and nibbled around his wounds, pulling the loose dirt from his body and gently pulling a tiny bit at the loose fur that no longer needed to be there seeing it would only get into his wounds. She kept her ears pinned back incase he threatened her to go away, she snorted and occasioanlly warned him with a herd nip where he wasn't wounded. She then continued to nibble at the dirt around his wounds until she'd managed to clean the area around two wounds before moving onto the next wound. She ignored hers for the moment, considering it was clean from the water that splashed onto it when she went into the water. She snorted softly and looked around, She'd help him with his wounds but should the feline come back, she wasn't going to stay. She sighed gently, deciding to stay and 'nurse' him to health. She would offically be in danger now to any stallion who came by. Lucky wouldn't be able to chase them off unless they were nearly half his age due to his wounds.

With a gentle sigh she nosed him contently and rested her muzzle against his side.

ａ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｅｍｐｉｒｅ

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; Chaos

Glad the male left with her sister, the mare kept going but sighed softly in guilt and pain in her heart as she kept moving. Ears pinned back the mare kept up her canter moving away from the forrest. Soul looked up as she gained a tail and as he went to cut her off, the large warmblood mare slowed down before turning around and broncing, kicking out with a nasty taste to them before simply turning off and trotting away a few strides. The mare sides heaved, but dropping her head in submission she showed she wasn't going to run.

ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ ａ ｂ----

Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.2 hands // Heat stage 3 // Rhythm of the Paco// tags; herd

As the stallion came after she snorted and continued her way after her sister. She snorted as her nose was nipped causing her to slow however the mare snaked her neck back and lightly bit his chest but slightly turned back going where he asked. She pinned her ears back and called out loudly, almost pleading that her sister return. The mare seemed to ignore her the way she continued her leave. Karma snorted at Paco and even though she was that year older and much taller than this male, her hip was against her causing the mare to give in. She snorted and clacked her teeth in submission as she turned and trotted with a slight limp where the stallion pushed her.

ｓｔａｒｅ ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅ

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

The stallion shrugged "that's not always the case love, that's not how the world works. I'll do my best to keep you both, but should i fail, any unborn foals you have that i'm sireing will be killed at birth unless it's a filly if you are taken from me. You understand this? You understand that if i gain a pregnant mare, I will kill their foal if it's a colt, if a mare comes into the herd with a young colt, I will kill the colt, I'm not a gentle soul, nor do i have a kind heart... My name is precicely the meaning of it. Death." He murmured "My name means death for my name is Death" he murmured and looked away form the mare for a moent, listening ocntently.

ｓｉｒ ｃｈａｒｌｅｓ ｌｉｎｋｏｎ

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.