Ｗｉｌｄ Ｈｏｒｓｅｓ ｏｆ Ｕｔａｓｉｓ ｖ．５ | not accepting new members

[Ginger~]

Rhythan | Bachelor Stallion | Tagging Sparrow

The chestnut stallion's ears perked up as she left him, but then lowered in realization as she turned her rump towards him. He wanted her, and it seemed she wanted him, too. He approached her slowly, nuzzling her snowy white rump and ensuring he had her consent before covering her. Afterwards he groomed her, showering her with affection so she would know how delighted he was that she was his. At the sound of a low rumble, he lifted his head and sniffed the air. A bad thunderstorm was coming, dark clouds building up on the far end of the horizon. He whinnied to her and began to lead her towards a nearby copse of trees. They could wait the storm out there.

Lucy | Lone Mare | Tagging Medusa, Althea

(Just gonna wait....)

Wildflower | Lead Mare in Sebastien's Herd | Tagging Cloud, Sebastien, Grace, Hail

The sound of another stallion's scream sent Wildflower's ears perking straight up. Her head whipped around to stare at the shire galloping towards them. Grace immediately sprinted off, and Wildflower huffed in annoyance. They needed to stay together. She cantered over to Cloud's side, nipping her lightly on her shoulder to encourage her to follow them, then galloped after Grace. She whinnied to the other mare so she would know they were following her. She couldn't do a thing about the battling stallions, but she could at least keep the three of them together. They'd been thrown together by chance, and had plenty of issues with eachother, but she accepted them as her family when she challenged Grace for the lead. She would protect them, even from the challenging stallion, if she had to.

[Yodel]

Spirit:

Spirit nodded, and waited for Kota, or Aspen to do something, she pawed at the ground impatiently. Spirit looked around, and nibbled on some grass. Then raised her head again.

[eleutheromania]

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[ aztec ]
[ stallion ]
[ four years ]
[ band stallion ]
[ mares; lilari, azure, queen,
stephany ]
[ coverings; four ]
[ tags; Itami, Queen ]

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Ａｚｔｅｃ

--nothing to really do with him until Hoofy replies with Itami.--

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[ clue ]
[ mare ]
[ eight years ]
[ band stallion fenris ]
[ position; lead mare ]
[ status; covered ]
[ tags; fenris, ebony ]

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Ｃｌｕｅｌｅｓｓ Ｎｉｇｈｔｓ

It seemed Fenris was done with Shadow now and was coming to investigate the situation at hand. The blood bay snorted as he showed her some affection, bumping his side with her muzzle once he passed her and went to greet Ebony. Seeing as the stallion was interested, she held back and allowed him to do so, still slightly unsure of this mare for the time being, especially with the way she had approached her. Remaining where she was, Clue dropped her head to graze as she waited for the mare to greet her stallion and possibly become a part of this herd. [nothing much to do here....]

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[ nix ]
[ mare ]
[ six years ]
[ band stallion temper ]
[ position; lead mare ]
[ status; covered ]
[ tags; stella ]

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Ｎｉｘ

The spotted mare stopped when Stella did and looked to see another lone mare show up. The spotted mare snorted before she rested her head over Stella's back and closed her eyes. True, now was not the time to be sleeping but Nix was in need of a little shut eye and she trusted Stella enough to warn her of anything that may approach them while the spotted mare dozed. [not really must to post for her so until anyone interacts with her and stella, leaving this up]

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[ freyja ]
[ mare ]
[ ten years ]
[ band stallion; misery ]
[ position; mare ]
[ status; covered ]
[ tags; herd ]

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Ｌｅｔ Ｔｈｅｍ Ｆａｌｌ ｉｎｔｏ Ｈｅｌｌ

The dappled mare snorted as she pulled up the blades of grass with her blunt teeth. Freyja flicked her scented tail, though her scent was soon be good now that she had been covered. The ten year old was looking forward to this foal as the mare was sure that this stallion would not be loosing his herd easily. Exhaling heavily, the mare moved back over towards Misery and reached out to lip his mane, finding something to do as Vagabond slept and Tuka grazed.

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[ chaos ]
[ mare ]
[ three years ]
[ band stallion Enama ]
[ position; mare ]
[ status; stage four ]
[ tags; Lila ]

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Ｈｕｎｔｅｄ ｂｙ Ｃｈａｏｓ

Good, no more questions were asked and nothing else was said verbally. That suited Chaos very well. The other mare seemed to be relaxing also, Chaos supposed that was a good thing and hopefully Enama would leave her be now that he had yet another mare to hopefully add to his herd. Though Chaos was not at all surprised he had yet to notice Lila. Of course he was too busy with Nixxi, she was not at all surprised by this as she flicked her heavily scented tail. If he didn't get to her soon, the mare would no longer be receptive and he'd have to wait until later in the year. To Chaos, she preferred the latter, after all the three year old had never had a foal before and she wasn't too keen on having one now, but she was in need of the attention of a stallion at least. She continued grooming Lila, no longer working on her mane but now the coarse hairs of her flank.

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[ electra ]
[ mare ]
[ twelve years ]
[ band stallion Solider ]
[ position; lead mare ]
[ status; covered ]
[ tags; open ]

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Ｈｏｔ Ｗｉｒｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ Ｐｏｗｅｒ

The mare's ears flattened when she felt his teeth on her withers before she watched him move off towards Crystal. With a snort, she flicked her tail, swatting at the flies that were bothering her before she started to graze on the lush greenery. Electra would not be moving them until the stallion finished his rounds. Though she was not surprised when her daughter was suddenly beside her. A irritated stomp of a hoof came from her as she reached out and nipped at the mare's legs. The young mare needed to learn that she could not shadow her mother all the time and needed to learn to be by herself rather than attaching herself to the older mare's hip and following her everywhere. When the three year old mulberry grey backed off, Electra seemed satisfied as she ripped up a mouthful of grass with her teeth, content with grazing until Solider finished his rounds with each mare.

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[ juliette ]
[ mare ]
[ three years ]
[ band stallion Solider ]
[ position; mare ]
[ status; stage three ]
[ tags; open ]

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Ｌｏｖｅ Ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ ｉｎ Ｒｏｍｅ

The young three year old watched as the older stallion left her mother, leaving the chestnut alone. Juliette immediately walked over and pretty much brushed sides with her mother. The older mare did not enjoy this one bit and showed her displeasure, causing the three year old to squeal, not expecting the harsh nip. With a snort and pinned ears, she moved away but not very far, she was still in reaching distance of her mother. Flicking her scented tail, she shook her head before dropping to the ground and rolling in the grass a few times. Satisfied, she pushed herself back up to her hooves with a heavy exhale before she looked around at their surroundings, they weren't too exposed but she could pretty much see anything that planned to approach them from a good distance away if there was anyone out there.

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[ mare ]
[ nine years ]
[ band stallion none ]
[ position; lone mares ]
[ status; stage 3 | stage 4 ]
[ tags; seb's herd, hail. seb. ]

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ＳｉｔｋａxxxＳｅｎｅｃａ

A loud squeal could be heard from Seneca as the mare reared up and sparred with her sister. The mare snorted and nicked Sitka before landing on all fours again, bucking at the other bay tovero. She pinned her ears before tossing her head and prancing away, tail flagging out behind her, spreading her heavy scent. As she thought she was clear from any antics from Sitka, the other mare bolted forward and landed a nip on Seneca's rump. Another squeal escaped the taller mare before she bucked and settled. After only a few minutes of their normal antics, the two mares were settled and now grooming one another. Sitka's nostrils flared slightly as she took in her sister's scent, head lifting when she heard the battle cry of a stallion. The two mares glanced towards each other before Seneca broke into a canter, leading the way with Sitka not far behind her. The two nine year old paint mares stopped when they reached their destination, seeing two stallions and a group of mares. Snorting, Sitka pulled at her sister's forelock before tossing her head. In response Seneca nipped at the mare's chin and stomped a hoof. Turning her attention back to the two stallions, both mares watched with curiousity, though as Seneca seemed completely focused on them, Sitka took the role of look out as she slung her head over her sister's back and kept an eye out for anything or anyone who decided to approach them.

[cat;;]

L I L A ;; tags - chaos
While the grooming was nice, Lila wanted to know more about this mare. " Are you in a herd?" She asked the mare, stopping from grooming her. She was almost finished as it was, and it wasn't a necessity. She looked at the mare in full now and assumed she probably was. The way she groomed her immediately made her think so. Lila had never randomly started to groom another horse. She swivelled her ears around to listen for danger, but heard nothing.

[chemical.]

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[Name] sebastian
[Gender] stallion
[Age] fourteen
[Breed] shire x thoroughbred
[Mares] grace, cloud, wildflower
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] herd, hail

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Sebastian's pace was slow and easy as he trailed after Wildflower, head bobbing in rhythm with his gait. His dark shoulder brushed against Grace's ever so lightly, lipping gently at the pale mare's wispy mane and uttering a soft, low nicker against her neck. He wasn't one to pick favorites, but it was obvious he enjoyed the company of the ghostly white mare quite a bit. But, of course, his peace and happiness wasn't meant to last. Just a few feet into their journey, the sound of a horrendous scream shattered the silence, making Sebastian jump slightly, now fully alert. His large head whipped to the side, surprised gaze landing immediately on the older stallion ravaging the earth in his mission to reach Sebastian's herd. The mares took flight almost instantly, Wildflower snaking Cloud away from the scene. With a heavy wet snort, Sebastian tossed his head up and down violently, lips peeling away from blunt, stained teeth as an ear-splitting raspy scream permeated from his throat. Launching himself into action, Sebastian raced to meet the male. He was older, by at least a few years, but Sebastian lived and breathed for his mares. They were his life, he loved them, so he would die for them too if need be. This was not a challenge he would shy away from- no matter the ending to this part of his story. With a second screech Sebastian slid to a harsh stop, throwing his front legs into the air in a rear and kicking down at his opponents neck and head furiously, oval ears pinned firmly against his head while red hot rage burned in his dark eyes.

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[Name] haunt
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] thoroughbred x oldenburg
[Mares] callisto, beauty
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] cendres, xìnrèn, ezra,
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Haunt danced his sharp black hooves against the grassy earth, splattered with his defeated rivals blood. His own dripped slowly down his chest and neck and legs, small cuts from flailing hooves, though he was proud of them. More scars to add to his collection- to prove that he had been in fights and come out alive and strong as ever. He gave a happy nicker as the mare up on the hill made her way down to him, extending her muzzle to greet her, however, his attention was ripped from the black and white mare as the sound of one of the fillies screaming for another stallion distracted him. Haunt turned just in time to see the older of the two racing after Cendres, snaking her away. He was living fury then; his eyes burned livid, his ears pinned against his skull and one large hoof stomped harshly against the earth, sinking into the moist ground from the force. He had just fought for these mares, he had won them fair and square, and they were trying to leave? No. That was not the way these things worked, and Haunt had no intention to let the fillies get away. With a hoarse, raspy, agitated scream the dapple stallion swung his body around, throwing himself after the duo. His head was low, jaws snapping at their legs insistently, without relent, and he knocked his silver muzzle against the dunalino's legs, demanding her turn around and return to the rest of his mares. They were not going to escape him- Haunt was never one to let go of a prize. He wasn't very good at sharing, see, and before him he saw the chance to expand his herd by up to four mares.

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[Name] fenris
[Gender] stallion
[Age] eleven
[Breed] american mustang
[Mares] clue, shadow
[Foals] none
[Covered] two
[Tagged] herd, ebony

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Fenris bobbed his head up an down as the dark mare reached out to him, tapping her muzzle against his own though making her uncertainty about him very clear with her tense posture. He noticed the wound around her neck, and the way Clue seemed to eye her warily. He would still attempt to add Ebony to his herd, though if his lead decided to drive her out he would not interfere. It wasn't his choice, after all. He could bring back whomever he wished, but if she made the lead wary or upset, he knew she would not be staying around long. One long oval ear twitched as the taller black mare spoke, and he drew his ears together atop his head. Fenris was not one for words, he did not really ever speak, he let his body and his eyes do all the talking. Lowering his head to show Ebony he meant to disrespect or harm to the young mare, he took a careful step forward, wanting to see just where she had drawn her lines and at what point he was overstepping them. He hoped they mare would take well to him and see he meant her no harm- Fenris would love to grow his new herd.

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[Name] vagabond
[Gender] mare
[Age] fourteen
[Breed] american mustang
[Rank] lead mare
[Stallion] misery
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] tuka

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Vagabond's eyes peeled open as an abrasive snap filled her long oval ears, drawing her out of her light slumber. A heavy wet snort left flared nostrils, and the short roan mare stomped one sharp cream hoof against the earth in irritation as she watched Misery move off to investigate the culprit perched atop a nearby hill. Lifting her head from Tuka's back the older mare trotted around her side, deciding she wanted space from even her darling Tuka for a few minutes. Head lowered to graze, she had barely begun plucking at the grass when something scared her. Actually scared her, and Vagabond did not scare. Her head shot up like a rocket, a shrill scream leaving her muzzle instantly as a curdling cry of pain filled her red ears; Tuka's cry. Nothing terrified her more than the thought of losing her closest friend, her daughter, her Tuka. Absolute horror overcame her features as what could only be a nightmare met her heterochromia eyes. The young mare had been foolish enough to wander from the herd, and she had payed for it. Just yards from where Vagabond stood near to Freyja, Tuka lay victim to the fangs of a large, bleeding brown predator. With a curdling scream Vagabond shot forward without a second thought, ears pinned against her skull and desperation in her eyes as she flailed out wildly with sharp front hooves, fighting to drive the big feline away from her fallen Tuka. Hoof met skull with a horrifying crack in a blind kick, and both cat and mare crumbled to the earth. Vagabond shoved her body as close a psychically possible against Tuka, placing her head against the young mare's neck, eyes shut tight and body shuddering with each heavy breath as the sorrel mare ceased breathing.

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[Name] tuka
[Gender] mare
[Age] six
[Breed] american mustang
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] misery
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] vagabond

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Tuka lifted her head curiously as Vagabond moved away, irritation flooding from her roan pelt. It was not often the two were away from each other, even by just this small a distance, so it worried the young mare. Pinning her ears, Tuka let out a wet snort and turned, trotting a few paces from the other two mares and dropping to the ground, rolling in the grass with a playful whinny, tossing her long legs into the air. It was the sound of a deep, hoarse, rumbling growl that startled the young mustang, rolling over onto one side and popping her head up to look out through the grass curiously. Always curious. That was always her one big flaw, she went poking into things and got herself in trouble often because of her nagging curiosity. Instead of standing and running, the mare stretched her muzzle forward, wet nostrils flared to figure out what was lurking nearby, but it had a less friendly agenda. A raspy, curdling screech of pain erupted from Tuka's lips as the object of her interest flung it's long, muscular body through the air. Claws pierced skin and fangs met neck and instantly a harsh challenge was issued; Vagabond. Vagabond? She didn't make any sound. Ever. At all. For anyone. Everything was hazy for the sorrel mare, she couldn't keep track of the events happening all too quickly around her clouded vision, but soon the familiar pressure of Vagabond was against her side. Tuka lifted her head to look at her friend, a soft nicker leaving her rubbery lips before she rested her head back down against the grass, and peacefully let her eyes slip shut for a final time as Vagabond nibbled at her mane, bringing her comfort.

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[Name] charlotte
[Gender] mare
[Age] twelve
[Breed] american mustang
[Rank] lead mare
[Stallion] dakota
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] herd

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Letting out a rough snort at the young stallion landed back on all fours, she turned her attention to his other mare. She lifted her head high with a second snort, pinning her ears for a moment and stomping one sharp grey hoof against the earth in a show of her dominance. Charlotte had often gotten driven out of herds because of her stubborn mind, and while she could obey a mare older than herself with little protest, Charlotte always declared herself leader if she was the oldest. When Dakota nudged her, she flicked one ear to the side and turned her head to look at him, though realized quickly he was not issuing any demand. Her gaze traveled back to Mirror curiously. Charlotte wasn't always like this- only when she was in heat. Well, she was always like this around stallions. She didn't enjoy their company as much as mares, and often wouldn't allow them to touch her or groom at all really, though she could be quite friendly towards mares. In a couple days time when her scent faded alongside her hormones she could be perfectly friendly, but this mare was not one you wanted to be around when she was in heat.

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[Name] stella
[Gender] mare
[Age] eight
[Breed] mustang x arabian
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] temper
[Foals] none
[status] stage three heat
[Tagged] herd

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Stella lifted her head as she heard the sound of approaching steps, pleased to see Temper prancing happily behind the onyx mare that, quite frankly, scared little Stel. Something about her was just... Intimidating, maybe it was the glassy look of her empty eyes. Regardless, her stallion appeared more than pleased with himself and so the young Arabian cross was happy to have the new member. Stel stretched her muzzle forward to welcome the duo back, though at the dark mare's rather unsavory glare she pulled back, huffing quietly and lowering her muzzle back down to the earth, grazing around Nix's hooves as the mare remained asleep against her back. Stella was the type of mare to hone in on one specific mare in a herd, and while she would be friends with every single one of them if given the opportunity, she would always end up back with that one mare. It seemed that in this herd, Nix was shaping out to be said mare. The calm presence of the young spotted horse comforted her. Swatting her scented tail against one velvet hip, she lowered he ears half way as Maelstrom made her rank known to the group of young equines. A surprised snort left her wet nostrils as the mare snapped at her hind legs, but she turned to nudge Nix and slid obediently into a swift canter nonetheless.

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[Name] raven
[Gender] mare
[Age] nine
[Breed] thoroughbred x shire x
appaloosa
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] savior
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] herd

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Dani seemed to respond to her actions well, to which Raven was pleased to discover she was calm and friendly. She could put up with mares of a more... Brash or sensitive demeanor just fine, but if it was the lead mare who was this way there was always bound to be trouble. Satisfied with her decision, Raven lowered her dark head to graze beside Dani as the rich bay stallion pranced off to win himself some more mares. She intended to get on her new leads' good side now and form some sort of a band in case anything arose to cause trouble in the future; as a young mare she was driven out of many herds by lead mares who couldn't stand her cynical, sarcastic point of view so if she made friends early, she might get some slack later on down the road if an argument broke out. At least she could easily say that past experiences have made her all the wiser, instead of going right over her head. And, to be fair, this was a decent way of testing the waters to see just how much Dani would put up with. Where she was crossing a line.

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[Name] sparrow
[Gender] mare
[Age] six
[Breed] lipizzaner x arabian
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] rhythan
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] herd, aurora

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Sparrow turned her sweet brown eyes over her shoulder to Rhythan as the stallion placed himself back on all four hooves, pressing her soft white muzzle against the base of his neck and lipping at the ends of his mane. Often times others horses took advantage of her once they realized her true personality, but he didn't seem the type, and for that she was thankful. The young equine went to work returning his affection happily, blunt teeth working at the sorrel hairs of his shoulder in a gentle rhythm. Sparrow was already very attached to this stallion, but then that had always been the way things went with her. She got incredibly attached incredibly fast and then she go hurt in one way or another. The low, rumbling growl of thunder made the alabaster mare lift her head, though he seemed to have noticed as well. Following his command, the pretty little Lipizzaner cross pranced forward with her tail slung high up over her back elegantly, but jumped to the side with a surprised squeal as another horse came barreling past out of nowhere, running directly into the tall stallion at her side.

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[Name] maelstrom
[Gender] mare
[Age] sixteen
[Breed] friesian
[Rank] lead mare
[Stallion] temper
[Foals] none
[status] covered
[Tagged] herd

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A heavy, wet snort exited large damp nostrils as the stallion landed back on all fours, turning her muzzle to the side once more to observe as he came back to her side, using rubbery black lips to pull at the tangles in her long wavy mane. Her breath was hot against the top his neck as she tapped her nose lightly against his crest, nibbling at his mane in what little affection the stallion would likely get from her. Maelstrom was not one for emotions after all, especially not the lovey-dovey ones. Her molten cognac eyes shifted once again, this time to his little cluster of mares out in the distance. They all looked young, young and innocent. The stallions' soft muzzle made contact with her velvet hip oh so lightly, pushing her into action once more. The elegant obsidian mare picked up her sharp feathered hooves, placing each with care to keep up her graceful, dignified appearance, looking almost as if she were simply floating across the earth on a breeze. It was when she reached his mares, however, that such an air fell away like a towel dropping to the floor. Her head was high and she stomped one hoof down firmly with a snort and a shake of her head, ears pinned as she made herself very clear to all three who was in charge now, regardless of who it was before. Turning to look at the commotion in the distance as Temper's former rival went snaking after his prizes, she let out a heavy snort and pressed her nose against his neck again, this time urging him forward before approaching the mares and nipping at their heels to get them moving in the opposite direction of Haunt. After a moment she shed her snaking posture and ascended to the front of the herd, expecting Temper to keep the young mares together from here as she looked for a suitable place to stop.

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Ａ ＣＲＹ ＯＦ ＨＡＶＯＣ ＡＮＤ ＳＭＯＫＥ
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[Name] hurriane | riot
[Gender] mare | mare
[Age] eleven | eight
[Breed] friesian | friesian
[Rank] lead mare | herd mare
[Stallion] swift
[Foals] none
[status] covered | stage three
[Tagged] herd

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Hurricane nipped at Riot once they were safely out of firing range, turning her head over her shoulder to see Swift snaking his way towards them quickly. He slid to a stop beside them, rearing up with a thick snort before landing with a thud and starting to drive them away. Now, Hurricane took after her mother one hundred and ten percent, so it was no strange spectacle when the mare put an end to his behavior right then and there. Stomping one hoof against the ground with an furious snort and pinning her long ears against her head and bucked out at the stallion, snaking her head around to give him a harsh nip to the neck. These actions weren't a sign of violence or a challenge, but rather Hurricane telling the stallion to knock it off. He had won the fight for them fair and square and Hurricane accepted that just fine, but she was not the type to put up with unneeded behavior like this. Especially not when she, technically, was now the lead mare and had all the power in the world in this new herd. Cocking a hind leg and giving out one last half kick the onyx mare lowered her head to Riot, bumping her muzzle against her hip and pushing her forward once more now that she had made her point clear. Picking up a swift gallop she surpassed the still somewhat dazed Riot, thick tail streaming out behind her as she made way for the watering hole.

[Ginger~]

Rhythan | Bachelor Stallion | Tagging Sparrow, Aurora

Rhythan squealed in surprise as the mare crashed into him. Rain began to fall, fast and thick, but the trees sheltered them from the worst of it. As he recovered his balance, he turned to the other mare. She seemed beautiful, and he hoped she wanted to stay with him. He nickered to her welcomingly, reaching out to nuzzle her.

Lucy | Lone Mare | Tagging Medusa, Althea

(Just gonna wait....)

Wildflower | Lead Mare in Sebastien's Herd | Tagging Cloud, Sebastien, Grace, Hail

Wildflower heard the stallions scream and battle, but continued to guide Cloud away from the drama. The two of them needed to stay safe. Hopefully Sebastien would win the battle. She lead Cloud up to high ground, where they could watch the battle with time to run away if they needed to. Grace was too far away to track down. She supposed it'd be easier to remain lead mare without her, but she did feel bad the mare was gone.

[xGoldenTiger]

Swift|Stallion|Thirteen Years|Mustang|Mares; Hurricane and Riot|Coverings; None|Tagged; Herd
The stallion snorted slightly annoyed as one of his mares almost murdered his face off with a kick. He flicked his mane side to side before slowing down to a calmer slow trot, adrenaline was still rushing through his veins making a him bit antsy. Swift whipped his head around looking for other stallions, specifically the one he stole them from he knew younger stallions have a tendency to always try to get their mares back from an older stallion but it was never successful. Swift looked over at Riot he would need to cover her soon to avoid another stallion arriving to steal them. Swift moved over by Riot calmly grooming her mane as a sign of affection, the stallion might seem like a jerk at first but he is a total sweet heart to his mares.

Autumn|Mare|Thirteen Years|Paint|Savior's Herd|Status; Covered|Tagged; Savior
The mare snorted loudly as Savior went back on his fours. She looked down as she was ripping sharp blades of grass off of the ground, it was an okay type of grass Autumn really hates dry grass. She looked up as she chewed the grass up before swallowing it her attention turned to Broken, Autumns eyes were filled with they probably wont get along very well.

Azure|Mare|Three Years|Gypsy Vanner|Aztec's Herd|Status; Covered|Tagged; Aztec and Queen
Azure looked over at Queen disgusted, how could she think in anyway that Aztec won that fight he was extremely younger than that stallion and way taller. Azure snorted loudly neighing in frustration as she shook her head side to side before rearing up then setting down once again. She looked over at Aztec with an annoyed look as she stepped forward right in front of his face. "Aztec did you really beat that thirteen year old in the fight, also where is Hurricane and Riot" Azure muttered very annoyed, she hadn't seen Hurricane and Riot in a while so they were probably taken by the stallion. She finally was starting to worry and care about something it would be up to Queen if she finally understands the seriousness of this lie Aztec has spoken.

Aurora|Mare|Five Years|Mustang|No Herd|Status; Stage 3|Tagged; Rhythan
"Oh uh sorry about that, i'm Aurora" the Mustang muttered quietly looking down. She hated what her mind does to her during storms it drives her completely insane. She felt rain drops landing on her coat she snorted annoyed but it seemed like she was rejecting the stallion. Quickly Aurora galloped over to where the thicker trees were currently to not much rain would get on her.

Dia|Mare|13 Years|Gypsy Vanner|No Herd|Status; Stage 4|Tagged; Hail, Sebastian, Sebastian's herd, Sitka and Seneca
The Gypsy Vanners ears perked up as the sound of two stallions fighting. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her once again, she always got in trouble when she was a foal for straying from the herd and that trait still stands proudly with her to this date. Dia loves watching fights they always have a winner and the other ehh not so much. The stunning gypsy vanner mare carefully trotted over a good distance to not get a sharp kick in the face when she wasn't looking from one of the stallions. She watch as they reared up to start the bloody brawl, she looked at the much larger shire horse knowing that he would probably be the champ of this fight.

Scarlett|Mare|4 Years|Paso Fino|No Herd|Status; Stage 3|Tagged; Hail, Sebastian, Dia, Grace, Cloud, and Wildflower
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[Ariana Black]

Althea rolled over and took a nap. She closed her eyes dreaming of apples.

Ebony tensed up but didn't move. Her mind screamed for her to run but she seemed cemented to that spot.She gave a low nicker that held both fear and friendliness in it.

[* Born Free *]

•• Little Indian[ Pocahantus ] •• 7 years •• band stallion: Temper •• heat stage: covered•• tags: Herd
Pocahantus lifted her head from the grass as Temper and a black mare came towards them. She snorted softly and slapped each hip with her dark tail before picking up a trot as the mare had directed them in the direction she wanted them to go in. She stayed behind Stella and Nix and watched the new lead. She may or may not have problems with this mare depending on how much she got pushed around. [ can't say much for her sorry. :c ]

•• Dancing Dreams[ cloud ] •• 4 years •• band stallion: Sebastian •• heat stage: stage 3 •• tags: wildflower, Grace, Sebastian, Hail
Cloud jumped as Wildflower had began to nip at her heels pushing her away from the stallions. She looked behind her at Wildflower before picking up a swift canter and branching away from Grace whom had already sprinted away from the two. She wasn't one for moving around a lot but there was nothing to be done when stallions challenged each other. She snorted softly and began to slow when she was a good distance away coming to a stop shortly after. She flicked her heat scented tail turning her body to watch the fighting stallions.

•• Dash of class[Dakota] •• 8 years •• mares: Mirror, Charlotte •• tags: Mirror, Charlotte ••
Dakota watched the two mares before he stepped away, looking in the distance for a mare or two for him to bring back. He wanted to grow his herd to at least 4 or 5 mares but most mares were being snaked by other stallions and or being courted by them. He let out a snort and pinned his ears some in annoyance, slapping his thick tail against his hips. Hopefully he'd find another mare soon and be able to cover her before it was time for them to come out of their heat stages.

•• Something bad is about to happen[ Karma ] •• 12 years •• band stallion: -- •• heat stage: stage 4 •• tags: --
Karma stood under the shade of a few trees. She was now quite desperate for a stallion to come find her. She lifted her tail, spreading her scent around. She let out a whinny, hoping a stallion was near. She had been stubborn enough to wait until now and like usual, now she would be demanding. She snorted and began to trot out to a small hill, making it easier for a stallion to find her.

•• Wild Annie[ Annabelle ] •• 9 years •• band stallion: -- •• heat stage: stage 3 •• tags: Haunt
Annabelle jumped as the stallion nipped at her before he took off. She got the hint and stayed put, her heat scented tail warding off flies as they gathered around her rump. Her heat stage was progressing rather fast and soon she'd be getting impatient. While she waited for the stallion to return she turned her head to look at his other mares. She didn't want to go interact with them just yet but she would eventually. [ keeping this for now ]

[Henry is Bae]

Ezra♢Mare♢6 yrs♢Band Stallion:Haunt♢Percheron Draft Cross♢

Ezra snorted to the filly. She went to nuzzle the filly. She snorted a greeting to the filly. She was gonna be the Lead mare.