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[* 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. [ keeping this as well ]

•• Dash of class[Dakota] •• 8 years •• mares: Mirror, Charlotte •• tags: Mirror, Charlotte , Miracle••
Dakota nickered happily as the mare positioned herself in front of him and moved her tail to the side. He moved up nipped at her rump softly before he mounted the mare. * Fade | Unfade * The pintaloosa returned to all fours with a soft grunt. He moved further up and began to groom her mane. His teeth riding her mane of any knots of sticks that may have been in there. This was his third mare and he wanted to keep his herd growing but he knew that if he had too many mares it would attract the attention of older stallions which was something he didn't want. He bumped the Appaloosa mare's muzzle again before he picked up a trot and began to go back to his other mares, expecting for her to follow. He'd have to move the mares to a place where no stallions would be able to find them easily but he knew his lead would know this.

•• Something bad is about to happen[ Karma ] •• 12 years •• band stallion: Savior •• heat stage: covered •• tags: herd
Karma snorted as the stallion returned to all fours. She turned her head and watched as he trotted off knowing she was to follow the palomino picked up a trot and followed him until he came upon another mare. She watched as he went to her and slowed to a walk before she snorted once more and continued on to his other mares. By the looks of it she wasn't the oldest therefore she wouldn't be lead which would be a Minnie problem but as long as the other mares were respectful of her she would be content as a herd mare. She slowed once more as she neared them letting out a soft nicker to the three before stopping completely. She looked out them before she lowered her head to graze.

•• 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 ]

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Catching Fire {Joanna} To Haunts herd, she's challenging for lead mare already... that's just her, she likes a herd she's in it... she wants to be lead, she'll challenge every day for the rest of her life.. but, she is ten so yeah haha --

my boys to saviors herd --

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; geoffrey
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; stallion
Aᵍᵉ;; fifteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; lusitano x thoroughbred
Mᵃʳᵉˢ;; ---
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; orion, Savior's herd

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not too tall and defiantly not short, the 16'3 stallion stood by his older half brother. They were fairly distinctive the two, though both bore their fathers dun coat, geoffrey bore a much darker coat for his mother was a far darker dappled dun than his father. Geoffrey bore no markings, not even a white star, where his brother, also lighter in colour, wore 4 white socks, and a thin blaze, or as some called it, a stripe down his face which faded in a light pink and then greyed out into the rest of his darker muzzle. Now, Geoffrey was quite happy with his coat, infact he found it neat, it was different, most duns, were either very light, in between, or had few dapples, he was one of the few who was a very dark dun with dark dapples with several black points.

With a toss of his black and gold head, he looked at his brother, whom, had been there a moment ago, but was now a bit behind him, ears pinned back at the younger male. Geoffrey pinned his ears and kicked up, hitting his brothers hip with his hind legs, however he got the worse part of the bargain. A clean double hit to his ribs from his brother. Ears pinned he finally submitted, often he'd challenge his brother, step out of line you might call it... but every time, Orion through him back down into his place with ease. It wasn't that Geoffrey was submissive, but he was content with his brothers 'rule'. You might say he was a laid back stud, and he was, but, when it came to those he loved, unlike his brother who showed little emotion, Geoffrey gave it his all, and he put his back into everything. Making sure each being that he loved remain un-scarred. His Brother had been promised the first mare, and if there were two, they were to both be his... To be realistic, it was just a game his brother was playing, Geoffrey had been putting it together for the last few weeks now, he might be lucky to get one mare... If his brother was kind enough, but any mare they found, even if Orion said he could have her, the older male would always get the girl... It was the way of life, especially when you teamed up with your far more dominant older brother. Even just by a year you could see the difference between the two.

He Looked up at his brother whom seemed to be watching, waiting for the younger stallion to depart from the herd they'd been watching, trailing for the last 48 hours. Not that they needed too really... They together were more than double the young stallions age, and the two between them, would out fight him. He looked to his brother, waiting... waiting for the command to go...

Alas it was given, the two duns hunted down the hill towards the mares, 5 mares to be exact. A lovley amount to start the herd off. Ears pinned back, he aimed for what he thought was the oldest mare, However, decided to let his brother handle her. He instead, went to round up the younger mares, even younger than himself not one matched his or his brothers age, only one, the lead mare, whom out aged them. Which didn't exactly give her any advantage either. Ears pinned he circled around the young mares, one ear on the stallion, although, he could see his brother was content on leaving him with the mare he had if he was smart, if not, his brother would round up every last brood to be his.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; orion
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; stallion
Aᵍᵉ;; sixteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; lusitano x warmblood
Mᵃʳᵉˢ;; ---
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; geoffrey, Savior's herd

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Orion watched his brother with caution. He loved his brother he did, but like he, his brother was still a stallion... He snorted and walked up to him, ears pinning slightly to get him to move closer to the herd he'd been watching, and with a kick to the hip, Orion pinned his ears, double barreling at Geoffrey's ribs, it wouldn't cause any issue, might wind him, but within seconds he'd be fine.

The taller stallion shoved his brothers shoulder in warning as he moved closer to the herd. Watching, patiently waiting for the young fool to put enough distance between himself and his herd... well.. Orions herd now. After a moment, once he could see the young male was distracted, even just a little, he gave his brother the command he'd been waiting for. He cantered beside his brother, ears pinned back as he moved into a snaking position, taking over his brothers position after the lead mare, knowing if he got her moving, the rest of the herd would also follow, for natural instincts would kick in for the mares... follow their leader, that was a basic thing every herd did, no matter what the herd mares wanted, if their lead mare moved, so did they. Ears pinned back as he grew closer, though kept an ear on the stallion not far off. Growing closer towards the lead mare.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; dance
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; twelve
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; friesian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; tango

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The large black mare stood calmly beside her tiny white companion. The white mare occasionally squealed when the black mare pushed her away, but they were clearly best of friends, wherever she was, the white mare was. And it was quite funny watching the two, quite the large black mare, attached to such a small white pony. Sadly, the little white mare couldn't bare young, at least... wouldn't, the stallions out here were far to tall, and would kill her or, if they managed to impregnate her, the foal wouldn't last till full term, come a month or two after it was established, it would die. But, that didn't meant he white mare didn't have fun teasing the stallions, course, Dance occasionally reminded her of her size. Lucky for the white mare, not many horses hated her, or even disliked her, she was easily liked, even with her dominance. Often, the white mare bossed the large black mare around. The little white mare saw herself as 16 hands, not 10 hands. But, Dance wasn't worried about the white pony, not one bit. Nope, she loved the mare, she was family to her. As the white pony came over and reached up to groom the bottom of her shoulder to dance's liking, dance lowered her neck and head and gently groomed tango's neck to her liking. In time, the black mare lay down, to make it easier for the white mare to groom her. While the pony groomed her, occasionally the black mare would eat and listen to her surroundings.

At the sound of a distant howl, the mare pulled herself up and looked around for where it came from. The trees on the opposite side of the meadow, enough distance for the two mares to run and get away, and so, the black mare took off, you'd think the little white mare wouldn't be able to keep up. Dance's long legs taking a long stride, and she was moving fast.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; tango
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; thirteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; miniature pony x shetland
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; dance

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A tiny white figure... hidden underneath a huge black mare, occasionally you could see the white mare go under around and through the black mares legs, just like a foal, but that was just because she was so little. A bit fat yes, but very little. While she grazed she looked up to her black friend and nibbled the mares shoulder, finding it a little hard to reach the tall mare, the black mare finally folded her knees and lay down, allowing the white mare to groom her more thoroughly.

She didn't mind when the black mare stopped, Tango continued instead, knowing that her friend was just surveying the area. Listening for stallions. It was really funny seeing the white mare run, it was like a little white ghost running beside the mare, and she kept up. When her friend got up and took off, Tango startled a little, but galloped after her with a feisty buck. Catching up soon enough, the mare galloped fast beside the black mare, whom, wasn't quite galloping. Easily keeping up due to the stamina the white mare had - no thanks to her friend - she kept up with the mare easil and ran beside her, tossing her head occasionally as she listened and ran, catching onto what her friend was running from. As the black mare trotted through the shoulder deep water, the little white mare frowned at her and sighed before swimming a little behind her. Once out of the water, the soaking wet mare stood beside the black mare who was hardly wet. Tossing her head slightly as the two continued to grze.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; joanna
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; ten
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x warmblood
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; Haunt
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; Haunt

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Joanna was quite the pretty mare, built beautifully too, she had lovley muscle, and a natural head carriage, but that's simply thanks to her breeding, most warmbloods, even warmblood mixes, bore a natural head carriage. And as the bay mare pranced gracefully, something shiny caught her attention, it was a stallion obviously. He was going after, fromw hat she could see four mares, but she showed no interest in the mares, instead she tossed her rather graceful head and pranced down to the stallion, noticing the age difference she pinned her ears, she'd allow him to push her around... but only to a point, if he went to far, well... a hoof would be the least of his worries. She tossed her head and bared her teeth at the two youngest mares, perhaps a three year old? and the other a two year old maybe. She pinned her ears as she bared her teeth in warning, slowing to a halt and establishing herself into the herd. She Tossed her head and gazed around for what seemed to be lead mare, however watching one of the younger mares come to challenge the lead mare, Joanna snaked her neck and double barreled out at the younger mare. Joanna was going to challenge, and the bay was going to win. To be fair, she was a lovely mare, if she was lead mare that is, anything else and she was a vile creature from hell. It was best simply to be fair and obey, respect and understand that in return, joanna would respect and be fair to them. She snorted loudly at the sabino mare. She was very tiny for her breed, most Percheron's were around 16 hands or taller. After she reckoned her establishment of the young mare being below her, she glared at the younger mare whom must have been the lead... at least for now. Joanna walked closer to the mare, arching her neck and then suddenly pinning them, a loud squeal erupting from her muzzle as she ripped up one front off striking at the younger mare in warning. To be honest, she hoped the mare would back of easily, she didn't like going to far into a argument. But Joanna was going to make this establishment now, make sure all the mares knew she was going to be the lead mare now.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; m'lady
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; fifteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x arabian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; not in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; open

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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; six
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; arabian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; open

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

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The made snorted and just dropped her head to graze. Obviously she couldn't take a hint. The town made was tired of trying to get it through her thick skull. Chaos was near her herd but not too close. The mare was fine where she was and didn't plan on explaining that to anyone.

L I L A ;; tags - chaos ;; stage 1 ;; lone mare

Chaos didn't seem to like Lila very much.. Not at all actually. Lila had never been anywhere where someone didn't like her. What wasn't to like? She was kind, and happy, and not being obnoxious. That should be enough to just like someone. They just met for crying out loud! Lila pinned her ears at the mare, obviously angry now. Not many things made Lila angry but when someone won't even talk to you, that made her angry. She snorted at the mare and reached down and nipped at her neck, getting her attention. The younger mare probably could put up more of a fight than Lila, but she just had to act like she was really tough and maybe the mare would start talking.

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ATTENDING TO ROYAL MATTERS

Tags::Misery
Heat Stage:: Stage 4
Stallion::None

The liver chestnut mare tossed her long white mane nervously as the stallion approached, snorting anxiously. Regalia flicked her tail, stepping backwards. The Gypsy Vanner was prepared to run should he advance, and she tensed her back legs in preparation to leap away. Then, an ear splitting shriek filled the air, and Regalia snapped her head up, spotting two mares, one of them dead. "Um, sir? You may want to check on your mares..." She nickered softly, hesitating. Even though it was sad, the mare didn't particularly want to be in a band. But mother nature was calling, and she had avoided it for the past years of her life.

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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 oval ears flew back against his skull as the rival stallion let out a piercing scream, jerking his head back with a dark satisfaction in his eyes to see the wounds he had inflicted upon the older male. Although, it turned into a look of horror as Hail launched himself back towards Sebastian at full force, lowering his head and kicking out wildly with dangerously sharp front hooves, rage and hatred boiling in his dark eyes. The velvety black stallion let out a shrill squeal, throwing his body into the air and dancing backwards on hind hooves, kicking down at Hail once more, hoarse grunts and snorts coming from the Shire cross as the older stallions' hooves cut into his thick skin. Blood trickled down his chest and his shoulders and his side, his breath came in hot huffs and he was exhausted and at his breaking point. Falling back onto all fours with a tired thunk, he lowered his head with a rumbling nicker, ready to forfeit his mares at last- however if seemed he was not going to get the chance. Hooves came flying again, far too quickly for the weary Sebastian to even think about responding. Hoof met let with a sickening crunch and a curdling, bone chilling, absolutely horrendous wail of pain exploded from Sebastian's muzzle as he crumpled to the ground, broken and defeated as a searing pain burning through his body. It was all the male could to to peel open his eyes and cast a glance towards where his mares were watching for the outcome. At least he had made the male work for it- No one could say Sebastian wasn't willing to lay down his life for his family now.

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[Name] haunt
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] thoroughbred x oldenburg
[Mares] callisto, beauty, joanna
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] cendres, xìnrèn, ezra,
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Sharp black hooves tore up the green landscape as he chased after the mares- granted this duo was faster than the last mares he had pursued, seeing as they had been mustangs, but still Haunt raced unnecessarily close to heir hind quarters, just a few inches off of ramming his chest against the oldest mares hip as his head hovered around her hind leg. A raspy squeal fell from dark rubbery lips as she lashed out, sharp hind hooves bashing against his broad chest and drawing blood. Furious, he reciprocated by placing a harsh, angry nip to her hip, ears pinned and breath hot and heavy against her leg. His gaze snapped to the side as the younger of the two stopped and spun around, trotting back to where his other mares had congregated. In response he slowed his hooves to a bouncy canter, lifting his head and watching as she pranced back stood near to the sabino mare he had yet to actually greet, as well. He turned his glittering brown gaze back to Xìnrèn as the young dunalino lashed out, and was suddenly very happy that he had allowed a distance to form between them as the mare bucked out with sharp hooves several times before digging them into the earth and dragging herself to a stop. Haunt paced forward a few more steps, perking his ears and letting an almost innocent expression take over his previously furious face, a thin layer of sweat making his glossy dappled pelt glitter in the warm summer sun. He did not move to touch the mare again, but rather waited for her to turn and rejoin her sister- hopefully she would. After all, he had won the duo fair and square two times over now, but if he needed to use even more force to get the dunalino to obey he would. His gaze flickered over to a new mare, however, as she came trotting down to where he stood close to Xìnrèn, looking rather pleased with himself, watching with very little interest as she bared her teeth at the sisters to show her dominance, though seemed slightly surprised as she took herself straight to his other mares to challenge his Callisto for the right to lead the herd, making herself at home already. Not that he was going to complain- he had been doing quite a bit of chasing after mares this year already and would take an easy gain where he could get one. Letting his gaze fall back to the dunalino, he waited for her reaction rather impatiently.

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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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Seeing as the mare responded with good graces, Fenris tossed his head with a snort, ears twitching as he watched the large onyx mare pick up her feathered hooves and dance after him. Dark, wet nostrils flared as the black mare swished her wavy tail against her long hind legs, and he bobbed his head up and down with a quiet whinny, striking out playfully with one sharp front hoof before picking up a canter after her. The bay mustang stretched his soft muzzle forward, though refrained from touching the mare in case she was still uncomfortable with him. Fenris was not a needy or demanding or cruel male- he respected the wishes of every mare that fell into his care, and gave them whatever attention they wanted, be it little or loads. His sharp gray hooves left scars in the earth, glittering eyes finding Clue and Shadow nearby as the latter groomed her leads' mane. He knew they should be moving soon, knew Clue would likely want to, but he wanted to give it a show at courting this mare first.

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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. [leaving this until either hoof posts or mosh comes in with her new mare. c:]

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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. [leaving this until either hoof posts or mosh comes in with her new mare. c:]

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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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Charlotte picked up her black tail, swatting it against her soft hips with a loud slap, blowing a puff of warm air from flared wet nostrils. Her dark eyes watched as the handsome Pintaloosa pranced off to woo himself a third mare, and she seemed quite receptive to his advances. Digging one sharp hoof into the earth the painted mustang mare turned her head to the side, watching the surrounding landscape with little interest. Her new stallion was young and it could be dangerous for him to grow his herd beyond a handful of mares, though if he played he cards correctly he could also keep a strong herd for years to come. Charlotte was interested to find out if he was competent enough to keep his darling mares away from the clutches of other stallions. She had high hopes for Dakota, however, and expected much from him. This was saying something, considering the mare was incredibly distant and uninterested in stallions at all times. Her mind wandered to their future foal- she figured it wouldn't be a big horse, considering Charlotte and Dakota were virtually the same height, and that was not tall.

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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. [I'll just leave this until after the fight for Hurricane and Riot cx]

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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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Raven's elegant spotted head shot up when she heard approaching steps, long oval ears twitching every which way as rich coffee brown eyes caught sight of the advancing stallions. She pinned her ears back, letting out a raspy snort and glancing over to Dani, whom she had still been grazing beside. Her thick white tail swatted against one scarred velvet hip, her scent gone from being covered in the previous spring. Raven, being the detached vagabond that she was, didn't rightly care that these new males were thundering in to snatch Savior's herd up from under him, however she was nervous that there were two of them. That could spell trouble for any herd, and Raven got into enough trouble on her own without having to deal with two bickering stallions. The eldest of the duo split off and snaked his way towards Dani, and Raven remained quietly at her leads' side, waiting to see if they were running or obeying. She would follow Dani, at least for a time. She wasn't exactly a social mare, and was far from a team player. She was truly only here still because she saw it as beneficial to her own interests and welfare, not because she had nor wanted any kind of bond to these other horses. She only ever looked out for herself, which probably explains why she is such a dreadful mother.

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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, grace

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Sparrow tossed her head up and down with a quiet, please whinny when she saw the distant mare pick up her grey hooves and trot closer. Not for her sake, but rather her stallions'- she knew he would be happy with more mares, she just hoped he didn't get them taken from him due to being so young. Stretching her muzzle forward with gleaming brown eyes fixed on the larger mare, Sparrow blew a puff of warm air against her cheek when Grace pressed her soft against her own. Sliding forward a few steps, the young mare returned her affections, blunt teeth working at the coarse hairs along Grace's shoulder, massaging the muscle underneath. Her wispy white tail swished against hind legs as she groomed the new mare, ears laid half way back against her head and a comforting rumble leaving her rubbery gray lips. Sparrow would accept anyone and everyone in good graces, no matter how you treated her in return. It just made her happy when you received her well, as everyone had done so far.

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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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Maelstrom trudged on through the summer meadow, warm sun dancing over her glossy obsidian body, making it look more purple than black. Dark eyes watched for a suitable place for them to linger, at least for a time, until they needed to travel to the watering whole .Her gliding movements, however, slowed to a slow walk as Temper sped up and surpassed her, ears pinning briefly before she took notice of what he was after; a small herd resting nearby. It was a stallion and a pair of onyx mares; two that looked incredibly familiar. A look of realization and pure anger spread across her elegant face after a moment, and Maelstrom stomped one grey hoof against the grassy earth angrily, pinning her ears and letting out a low, rumbling nicker. She had rid herself of these nightmares just two years ago; was she destined to be thrown back together with them? Lashing her thick black tail against her velvet hips she lowered her head with a thick snort, glittering eyes boring angrily into her stallions' back as he soared proudly towards the herd, issuing a loud challenge. Temper could fight for these mares all he wanted, but if they caused any trouble within her new herd Maelstrom would drive her daughters away without even a thought- she knew what trouble followed that pair, and she didn't want to be any part of it.

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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, temper

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Hurricane slowed her pace to a stop as their new stallion did, shaking her head and letting out a low nicker to her sister. Soon the younger mare arrived back at her side, and Hurricane took her wavy forelock between blunt teeth, tugging playfully at the dark hairs. When Swift moved around to Riot's side she gave a low snort, but pranced off to leave the two be for the moment. Riot, on the other hand, was pleased that she was the one getting the attention finally. Letting out a delighted squeal with a toss of her elegant head, she bumped her muzzle against the stallion, blowing a huff of hot air against his neck. It was short lived however, as furious, bone chilling scream boomed through the air, issuing a challenge. Whipping her head to the side she let out a second squeal- this one less than pleased, and kicked out with sharp hind hooves before bolting away from Swift's side to rejoin Hurricane. Ducking around her older sister's side and looking over the mare's curved back with wide eyes, she saw the black stallion thundering across the landscape straight towards their stallion. It seemed the duo was desired once again by a different stallion- then again, they had always been a popular pair with stallions. Of course, that is until they were actually in the stallions herd. Then it was a different story.

[eleutheromania]

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

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The stallion was not lying as he had never really been asked. Nor would he lie about anything. He did not feel these mares needed to know anything other than the fact he was still here, indicting very well he could keep a herd. Pinning his ears at Azure, he watched the mare move off before he could get a chance to respond. Fair enough. The stallion then realized Queen wanted to move them. As the lead began to move, the black quarter horse broke into a trot behind his mares as he made sure no one lagged behind.
--waiting Hoofy replies with Itami.--

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

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Ｃｌｕｅｌｅｓｓ Ｎｉｇｈｔｓ

Here came the black made she had shortly traveled with before finding Fenris. The mare snorted at the younger mare's word. She highly doubted the bay stallion would let Ebony leave unless Clue wanted her out. The blood bay pinned her ears for a moment, considering the mare. She'd give her a chance and if she screwed up, Clue wouldn't hesitate to drive her out regardless of what her stallion wanted. Pawing at the ground, the lead was ready to get moving and she tossed a glance towards Fenris, meeting his gaze with her own dark brown one before she turned her attention to the grass, black tail swatting at her legs, almost showing her impatience, though she wouldn't move until she was sure Fenris was done with his games with Ebony

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

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Ｎｉｘ

She was rudely awoken by that obsidian mare and Temper. Removing her head from Stella's back, she pinned her ears as the much older mare approached. The spotted mare cocked a leg, ready to strike Maelstrom if the mare attempted to plant a bite or nip anywhere on her flank. Nudging Stella's side much as Maelstrom seemed to do something similar to Temper to get them moving, she hoped her friend would just pick up a trot and get to moving. Nix knew she was not the lead but she would lead Stella, regardless of the other mare's wishes and thoughts. Nix was not one to simply follow without some reason, though she held no trust over the new mare, even if she seemed older and more experienced. The six year old snorted, ears still pinned as she stuck with Stella rather than moving towards the mare and stallion.

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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 sudden events not a few moments ago let Freyja dumbstruck. The dappled beauty snorted, pinning her ears as she watched Vagabond lay with Tuka. Unsure of what to do with the situation, she broke into a trot towards Misery, seeking the stallion for protection rather than investigating the situation. She was not stupid, she had seen the predator and Vagabond had attacked it though Freyja was not going to approach the duo. She was not one for bonding and comforting, unless of course it was a foal of hers. [waiting on a post from misery]

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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

Choas had had enough of this mare trying to make her talk and then she got mad at her and nipped her? A squeal escaped from her velvet lips as her ears pinned and she bucked out at the older mare. The roan's nostrils flared as she snaked her head around and with blunt teeth went to bite at the mare's side, showing very well that Lila had ticked her off.

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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. Dia ]

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At first it was Sitka noticing the older mare inching her way towards them. With pinned ears, she nudged her sister roughly, earning herself a harsh nip. Seneca snaked her head around and nipped at her sister, cocking a leg, ready to kick at the other nine year old. With a short she followed Sitka's line of sight and stomped a hoof with pinned ears, showing very well she was not too keen on this older made approaching them. Snorting, she tossed her head before pawing at the ground. Seneca was the more aggressive of the two along with protective and right now she charged forward, bucking towards the older made before she trotted back with a squeal, showing off you could say but this was to let Dia know that Seneca did not care over the mare in the very least. The paint made returned to her sister's side before she began to groom the other paint's mane, her show of obvious defiance and irritation clear. To Seneca, she was the boss, the nine year old did not care who you were or how old you were, she'd judge you right off the bat and make her thoughts known.

[sava.]

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gender → stallion
age → seventeen
breed → purebred shire
covered → zero
mares → cloud, wildflower
foals → --
tagged → sebastian, cloud,
wildflower, sitka, seneca,
dia

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ＴＨＥ ＳＴＯＲＭ ＢＥＧＩＮＳ ＴＯ ＤＯＷＮＰＯＵＲ

He could feel it- even through the pain that the male had inflicted- he could feel the victory just at hooves' reach. The pulsing blood from the fight kept Hail energized, powerful- and as he felt the last few kicks of the dying down stallion, he nickered in satisfaction, letting the feeling over come him. Then- the shrill, painful scream sounded out along with the cringe-worthy crack of a bone. Ears perked forward, Hail halted his movements as his dark and blood-lusted gaze looked pitifully down at the defeated stallion- who now layed in the dirt in which he was worth. Rearing up, a high pitched- dominant and victorious scream left his lungs, tail flagging high as his hooves landed back on the ground, body circling about the black shire cross, letting the dirt from them dust over the defeated's pelt. Hail was never the one to reckon with- in fights, they were to the death; and this young stallion had waited too long to find that out. If Hail wanted to, he could deliver multiple blows and end the stallion right there and now- but how much fun would it be to have the worthless thing watch as Hail took all his precious belongings, and then much? Hooves halting, he stared at the stallion, head raising high before his body turned away from his weak opponent, eyes casting about the mares. He knew they had been watching- waiting, and now they could all have a stallion fit to lead- to protect. Head bobbing as his tail flagged higher, he made a mad gallop forward- hooves kicking up dirt in which he had no doubt flew into the shire-cross's face. Ears pinning back as he charged at Sebastain's old mares, lips lifting as a demanding scream tore through his throat, coming to them fast as he aimed to make them gallop- he had no desire to make himself friendly to them- no, he wanted to gather all the mares up before he took the liberty to cover them, and rightfully so. Pushing his head out- he made a violent move to nudge against Wildflower's flank, hoping to lead them in the direction of Sikta and Senca- the duo that he desired to have.

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gender → stallion
age → ten
breed → mustang x thoroughbred
covered → four
mares → dani, raven, broken
autumn, karma
foals → --
tagged → herd, orion, geoffry

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ＨＥＡＶＥＮ'Ｓ ＨＵＭＢＬＥ ＳＡＶＩＯＲ

Just as he was about to push his muzzle against Star's, he heard noises coming from his herd- head snapping over as he caught sight of something that made his blood boil. Two stallions- clearly older than him, and outmatched to say the most; had made their move on his heard, one already going to take his lead mare, and the other? His younger ones. Hoof stomping with a displeased nicker- Savior knew the wise move to go with was to turn around and leave- he had no chance in a battle against two; but he wouldn't just ditch his mares without effort. Body moving as his hooves turned from a walk to a gallop, a loud shrill and dominant scream erupted from his vocals, ears pinned as he charged for the stallion that was aiming for his lead mare. No way was he letting him go off with his mare- or any mares, they were his- and he would die before he saw that fate.

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gender → stallion
age → fourteen
breed → mustang x shire
covered → three
mares → nix, stella,
pocahontas, maelstrom
foals → --
tagged → maelstrom, swift,
hurricane, riot

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ＴＨＥ ＴＥＭＰＥＲＡＴＵＲＥ ＤＲＯＰＳ ＣＯＬＤ

The small amount of affection that the obsidian mare granted Temper was enough to keep his satisfaction in place. He could tell she was different from the other mares; at least, she seemed to scream respect and authority- elegance clearly placing her upon a hierarchy that many didn't come close to seeing. As she picked her hooves up and pushed her body forward, he clearly admired her gliding movements, a huff of air leaving his nostrils at the sight. Coming to the mares, his eyes moved to Stella- the one that always seemed to be welcoming him back. Her muzzle extended, he went to meet hers but stopped short at the sounds coming from Maelstrom. He took a step back and let the mares be mares- though he had a clear conclusion that Maelstrom would be taking the lead. As she did so, she returned to his side with a push on his neck, an indication to move forward; something he would easily comply with for he wanted to get out of the distance of the rival stallion he had faced. Eyes flicking from each of the mares, he let out low nickers, head bobbing before his hooves began to take steps, trotting after the new lead. With his body trailing and making sure the mares stayed with him- he couldn't help but to catch a scent not too far off, ears perking as a snort left him. His head lifted high as his eyes narrowed upon the scene, a stallion with two obsidian mares- oddly reflecting the appearance of Maelstrom, but he disregarded that factor. Hooves picking up in pace, he passed Maelstrom in a canter, head bobbing before his ears pinned back aggressively; eyes on the stallion with a fierce glint that intended harm. Suddenly, his hooves that were in a canter leapt into a gallop, strong and full as a shrill- loud and chilling scream left his lungs, directed to the stallion with the two mares; intention set upon taking the black beauties all for himself- and leaving no room for adjustment in his plans. (leaving this till swift posts)

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gender → mare
age → five
breed → andalusian
heat → four
stallion → --
foals → --
tagged → honey

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Ａ ＣＡＲＡＭＥＬ ＤＲＯＰ ＴＯ ＳＷＥＥＴＥＮ ＴＨＥ ＰＯＴ

A squeal left her lungs as Honey's blunt teeth met with her flank, though only a gentle and playful nip was received. Head throwing to the side, Caramel tossed her frame forward, hind legs bucking her rear up, a playful look upon her eyes as she bounded around Honey. Her mane flew with her movements, the creamy white hairs tangling, but of course; Caramel could care less about that issue. She was too busy enjoying her play time with Honey- the mare she traveled with constantly, not once leaving her side since the ruining of their birth herd. It was a sad memory for Caramel, she had many bonds with the mares in the herd- but of course life can always throw a curve ball; she was just lucky enough to of found Honey to run off with. Another joyful squeal left her lungs, tail slapping against her rump as her hooves trotted in circles, her strong heat scent spreading through the land. Her heat was one thing Caramel had always been scared of, having not been covered before, she was new to the experience, and would like it to be as delayed as possible. Removing the thoughts from her head, Caramel focused back on the creatively colored appaloosa she circled, head moving forward while her lips moved, giving the well known mare a blunt yet playful nip to the side.

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gender → mare
age → six
breed → appaloosa
heat → three
stallion → --
foals → --
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Soft brown eyes glistened as they watched hr close friend circle around her, dealing with the nip she had just dealt out. Hooves stomping on the ground in a smooth rythm, Honey bobbed her head, tail flagging behind her as she circled in the opposite direction of Caramel, a playful game they would always do. Though, worry bubbled deep inside of Honey, for the thought of spring being the current season. Honey was already reaching the peak of her heat; knowing Caramel was already there. She and Caramel had yet to been covered, or let alone been apart of another herd since they ran from their birth one. It was a scary factor for the duo, and Honey didn't feel like having to deal with any stallions soon, but how could they avoid them when they were literally sending red flags up wherever they moved? A blunt nip to her side caught her attention as Honey halted her body, eyes peering to Caramel in a devious way. She extended her muzzle, a low whinny coming forth as she acted injured. Just as Caramel took notice and approached, the mare suddenly bucked herself forward, lips grasping at her creamy mane, tugging it just hard enough before leaping away, front hooves lifting her body before she took off in a swift canter, squeals leaving her mouth in a joyful rhythm.

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gender → mare
age → five
breed → mustang
heat → three
stallion → haunt
foals → --
tagged → haunt, herd

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Lips plucking at the tender, jade-colored grass beneath her, she kept her ears perked. She could hear few of the sounds of battle and mares- making her curious. It had seemed what turned into a simple snaking for Haunt, may of spiraled into something bigger. A huff left out of her moist nostrils, her weight evening off of her sore leg. She hated the fact she had taken the sharp turn- she should of known better than to try and out smart such an determined stallion. In turn, she got the raw end of the deal, a stallion whom seemed to have a cold heart, and a leg that bothered her to no end. As to top things off, her heat was growing stronger. Against her logical thoughts, she actually wanted Haunt to return quickly so she could get covered- she hated the pains and distresses of heat, they bugged her to no end, and she constantly dreaded each spring. She has had two foals in her past, though each had died from lack of strength. It may of been because her stallions had been weak and immature, and with Haunt- she had high hopes, to say the least.

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gender → mare
age → four
breed → andalusian
heat → three
stallion → --
foals → --
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The return of affection towards her from the other white mare pleased Grace- but she wanted more. Only one's attention could last so long for the impatient mare- she wanted the stallions, and she wanted it no rather than later. A snort left her as the gave the mare's mane a final tug, ridding the last few tangles before she departed herself, low breaths coming out of her nostrils in a promise to return. Her gaze settled on the stallion, ears perking as she let out a demanding whinny, tail flagging as she made her heat scent become known- she wasn't playing around, and if her heat scent lingered too long in the air, it could always attract other stallions; and Grace knew this.

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gender → mare
age → seven
breed → appaloosa
heat → covered
stallion → dakota
foals → --
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A soft, pleased snort came out of her nostrils when the stallion returned to his fours- ears perking. She was glad with the idea of finally getting a stable stallion to take her into his herd- after all, she had been on her own for far too long. A low whinny left her as she felt his nudge, eyes moving to look at his two other mares- a small herd, but she would enjoy it nonetheless. Hooves picking up into a trot, she followed after him- but began to move past him as her pace increased, head bobbing as she huffed, distance closing as she slowed herself. Once in their presence she lifted her lips, a small nicker coming from her; a greeting. She then dropped her head and picked at the tender grass, finally content.

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gender → mare
age → sixteen
breed → quarter x mustang
heat → covered
stallion → aztec - lead mare
foals → --
tagged → aztec, azure

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The lead's ears flicked slightly as one of the mares approached. Queen had witnessed the mares actions- rearing and snorting, making quite the commotion that they didn't need. Ears pinning back as she got right into Aztec's face, Queen didn't appreciate how close her body was to her own, and stomped her hoof dominantly onto the ground, eyes glaring at her. The accusation that left her lips started the bubbles of irritation within her stomach. What was it with this stallion's mares? She already had to teach one of them a lesson, and now this mare was trying to step up? As Aztec's head lifted off of her back, Queen turned her body to face the mare, ears still pinned flat against her head. It made her think though- could Aztec have lied? But he didn't lie- he never said he won the fight, she had just assumed. Removing her thoughts, she knew if he was able to keep them in the least, he was still worth it. Watching as he nipped at her, Queen raised her head, looking at the mare. Silent, she moved forward; body turning as a whinny left her throat, airy but stern. It was time to get a move on- the commotion the two loud mares had made was sure to alert some stallion nearby, or even something else. Muzzle nudging into Aztec's side, she knew he would be the one to make sure the mares kept behind her and kept them together. With that, she began to move her hooves forward in a slow but steady trot. [will post after itami]

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gender → mare
age → six
breed → thoroughbred x quarter
heat → three
stallion → --
foals → --
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She let out loud whinny of joy as her hooves carried her up the hill. She wasn't as fast as what she could be- maybe for the fact she had just been doing this continuously until he had shown up. Head bobbing, she could hear his thundering hooves as he approached from behind, and Harmony let her strides slow slightly- his body coming into her line of sight from the side; until she let him pass her fully. After all- the top was close and once Harmony's hooves landed on it, she had clearly let the stallion win; but it would be a prize for both him and her. A snort left her nostrils as she flipped her mane, moving closer to him with a nudge on the neck, before turning around as her tail moved- offering to him his prize of having her in his herd.

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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; stallion
Aᵍᵉ;; fifteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; lusitano x thoroughbred
Mᵃʳᵉˢ;; ---
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; orion, Savior's herd

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not too tall and defiantly not short, the 16'3 stallion stood by his older half brother. They were fairly distinctive the two, though both bore their fathers dun coat, geoffrey bore a much darker coat for his mother was a far darker dappled dun than his father. Geoffrey bore no markings, not even a white star, where his brother, also lighter in colour, wore 4 white socks, and a thin blaze, or as some called it, a stripe down his face which faded in a light pink and then greyed out into the rest of his darker muzzle. Now, Geoffrey was quite happy with his coat, infact he found it neat, it was different, most duns, were either very light, in between, or had few dapples, he was one of the few who was a very dark dun with dark dapples with several black points.

With a toss of his black and gold head, he looked at his brother, whom, had been there a moment ago, but was now a bit behind him, ears pinned back at the younger male. Geoffrey pinned his ears and kicked up, hitting his brothers hip with his hind legs, however he got the worse part of the bargain. A clean double hit to his ribs from his brother. Ears pinned he finally submitted, often he'd challenge his brother, step out of line you might call it... but every time, Orion through him back down into his place with ease. It wasn't that Geoffrey was submissive, but he was content with his brothers 'rule'. You might say he was a laid back stud, and he was, but, when it came to those he loved, unlike his brother who showed little emotion, Geoffrey gave it his all, and he put his back into everything. Making sure each being that he loved remain un-scarred. His Brother had been promised the first mare, and if there were two, they were to both be his... To be realistic, it was just a game his brother was playing, Geoffrey had been putting it together for the last few weeks now, he might be lucky to get one mare... If his brother was kind enough, but any mare they found, even if Orion said he could have her, the older male would always get the girl... It was the way of life, especially when you teamed up with your far more dominant older brother. Even just by a year you could see the difference between the two.

He Looked up at his brother whom seemed to be watching, waiting for the younger stallion to depart from the herd they'd been watching, trailing for the last 48 hours. Not that they needed too really... They together were more than double the young stallions age, and the two between them, would out fight him. He looked to his brother, waiting... waiting for the command to go...

Alas it was given, the two duns hunted down the hill towards the mares, 5 mares to be exact. A lovley amount to start the herd off. Ears pinned back, he aimed for what he thought was the oldest mare, However, decided to let his brother handle her. He instead, went to round up the younger mares, even younger than himself not one matched his or his brothers age, only one, the lead mare, whom out aged them. Which didn't exactly give her any advantage either. Ears pinned he circled around the young mares, one ear on the stallion, although, he could see his brother was content on leaving him with the mare he had if he was smart, if not, his brother would round up every last brood to be his.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; orion
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; stallion
Aᵍᵉ;; sixteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; lusitano x warmblood
Mᵃʳᵉˢ;; ---
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; geoffrey, Savior's herd

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Orion watched his brother with caution. He loved his brother he did, but like he, his brother was still a stallion... He snorted and walked up to him, ears pinning slightly to get him to move closer to the herd he'd been watching, and with a kick to the hip, Orion pinned his ears, double barreling at Geoffrey's ribs, it wouldn't cause any issue, might wind him, but within seconds he'd be fine.

The taller stallion shoved his brothers shoulder in warning as he moved closer to the herd. Watching, patiently waiting for the young fool to put enough distance between himself and his herd... well.. Orions herd now. After a moment, once he could see the young male was distracted, even just a little, he gave his brother the command he'd been waiting for. He cantered beside his brother, ears pinned back as he moved into a snaking position, taking over his brothers position after the lead mare, knowing if he got her moving, the rest of the herd would also follow, for natural instincts would kick in for the mares... follow their leader, that was a basic thing every herd did, no matter what the herd mares wanted, if their lead mare moved, so did they. Ears pinned back as he grew closer, though kept an ear on the stallion not far off. Growing closer towards the lead mare.

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His ears pricked as his brothers almost warning, he ignored it momentarily until one ear slipped back to listen to the upcoming hooves. To avoid being ran into, he nipped at the lead mares rump pinning his ears at the mares beside her before squirting forwards slightly, before turning, and a low rumbling cry as a threat to the male coming towards him. Ears pinning back, the stallion pranced closer, pinning his ears, waiting for the stallion to grow closer, and when the male finally did, there would be a nasty kick waiting for him.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; dance
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; twelve
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; friesian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; tango

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The large black mare stood calmly beside her tiny white companion. The white mare occasionally squealed when the black mare pushed her away, but they were clearly best of friends, wherever she was, the white mare was. And it was quite funny watching the two, quite the large black mare, attached to such a small white pony. Sadly, the little white mare couldn't bare young, at least... wouldn't, the stallions out here were far to tall, and would kill her or, if they managed to impregnate her, the foal wouldn't last till full term, come a month or two after it was established, it would die. But, that didn't meant he white mare didn't have fun teasing the stallions, course, Dance occasionally reminded her of her size. Lucky for the white mare, not many horses hated her, or even disliked her, she was easily liked, even with her dominance. Often, the white mare bossed the large black mare around. The little white mare saw herself as 16 hands, not 10 hands. But, Dance wasn't worried about the white pony, not one bit. Nope, she loved the mare, she was family to her. As the white pony came over and reached up to groom the bottom of her shoulder to dance's liking, dance lowered her neck and head and gently groomed tango's neck to her liking. In time, the black mare lay down, to make it easier for the white mare to groom her. While the pony groomed her, occasionally the black mare would eat and listen to her surroundings.

At the sound of a distant howl, the mare pulled herself up and looked around for where it came from. The trees on the opposite side of the meadow, enough distance for the two mares to run and get away, and so, the black mare took off, you'd think the little white mare wouldn't be able to keep up. Dance's long legs taking a long stride, and she was moving fast.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; tango
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; thirteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; miniature pony x shetland
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; dance

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A tiny white figure... hidden underneath a huge black mare, occasionally you could see the white mare go under around and through the black mares legs, just like a foal, but that was just because she was so little. A bit fat yes, but very little. While she grazed she looked up to her black friend and nibbled the mares shoulder, finding it a little hard to reach the tall mare, the black mare finally folded her knees and lay down, allowing the white mare to groom her more thoroughly.

She didn't mind when the black mare stopped, Tango continued instead, knowing that her friend was just surveying the area. Listening for stallions. It was really funny seeing the white mare run, it was like a little white ghost running beside the mare, and she kept up. When her friend got up and took off, Tango startled a little, but galloped after her with a feisty buck. Catching up soon enough, the mare galloped fast beside the black mare, whom, wasn't quite galloping. Easily keeping up due to the stamina the white mare had - no thanks to her friend - she kept up with the mare easil and ran beside her, tossing her head occasionally as she listened and ran, catching onto what her friend was running from. As the black mare trotted through the shoulder deep water, the little white mare frowned at her and sighed before swimming a little behind her. Once out of the water, the soaking wet mare stood beside the black mare who was hardly wet. Tossing her head slightly as the two continued to grze.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; joanna
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; ten
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x warmblood
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; Haunt
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; Haunt

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Joanna was quite the pretty mare, built beautifully too, she had lovley muscle, and a natural head carriage, but that's simply thanks to her breeding, most warmbloods, even warmblood mixes, bore a natural head carriage. And as the bay mare pranced gracefully, something shiny caught her attention, it was a stallion obviously. He was going after, fromw hat she could see four mares, but she showed no interest in the mares, instead she tossed her rather graceful head and pranced down to the stallion, noticing the age difference she pinned her ears, she'd allow him to push her around... but only to a point, if he went to far, well... a hoof would be the least of his worries. She tossed her head and bared her teeth at the two youngest mares, perhaps a three year old? and the other a two year old maybe. She pinned her ears as she bared her teeth in warning, slowing to a halt and establishing herself into the herd. She Tossed her head and gazed around for what seemed to be lead mare, however watching one of the younger mares come to challenge the lead mare, Joanna snaked her neck and double barreled out at the younger mare. Joanna was going to challenge, and the bay was going to win. To be fair, she was a lovely mare, if she was lead mare that is, anything else and she was a vile creature from hell. It was best simply to be fair and obey, respect and understand that in return, joanna would respect and be fair to them. She snorted loudly at the sabino mare. She was very tiny for her breed, most Percheron's were around 16 hands or taller. After she reckoned her establishment of the young mare being below her, she glared at the younger mare whom must have been the lead... at least for now. Joanna walked closer to the mare, arching her neck and then suddenly pinning them, a loud squeal erupting from her muzzle as she ripped up one front off striking at the younger mare in warning. To be honest, she hoped the mare would back of easily, she didn't like going to far into a argument. But Joanna was going to make this establishment now, make sure all the mares knew she was going to be the lead mare now.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; m'lady
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; fifteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x arabian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; not in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; open

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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; missy
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; six
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; arabian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; lee
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; four
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; persephone
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; nine
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; arabian x riding pony
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; not in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
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small in size... huge in personality... Persephone had her ways of squeezing through the little gaps most horses missed. A tall rather handsome black warmblood stallion was hot on her heel, but that was only because she was allowing him so close. Though, with each nip to the flank, or bite to the hocks, she sent dangerously sharp hooves in his direction. she felt the body several times, so she'd got him. She'd been leading him on a wild goose chase for nearly an hour now, she could go for another day or so, all mares could. But she was looking for a stallion to distract the male behind her.

Alas her problems found an answer, a slightly smaller but older chestnut stallion stood not far off, and she cantered towards him, ears pricked forwards she whinnied. As she grew closer she heard the black male gain speed behind her, trying to get her to move away, his efforts were futile as she kicked again and sped up to the chestnut. The little chestnut seemed pleased until he felt the crashing hit of the black male. She made sure the males thought she was completely interested, which of course, only made them fight harder. And once they were distracted by the fight, the cunning little arabian mix pranced off, away from the two stallions, grinning at what she'd done. Tortured two males who now, probaly stopped, and the winner will have gained nothing but pain from the injuries. She couldn't hear him coming behind her, but if she'd had a scent he would have found her easier, but it might take him a while, she kept her trot until finally breaking into a canter heading away, further and further untill she was satisfied with the distance.

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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; thirteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; oldenburg warmblood
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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[eleutheromania]

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

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Ａｚｔｅｃ

The stallion was not lying as he had never really been asked. Nor would he lie about anything. He did not feel these mares needed to know anything other than the fact he was still here, indicting very well he could keep a herd. Pinning his ears at Azure, he watched the mare move off before he could get a chance to respond. Fair enough. The stallion then realized Queen wanted to move them. As the lead began to move, the black quarter horse broke into a trot behind his mares as he made sure no one lagged behind.
--waiting Hoofy replies with Itami.--

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

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Ｃｌｕｅｌｅｓｓ Ｎｉｇｈｔｓ

Here came the black made she had shortly traveled with before finding Fenris. The mare snorted at the younger mare's word. She highly doubted the bay stallion would let Ebony leave unless Clue wanted her out. The blood bay pinned her ears for a moment, considering the mare. She'd give her a chance and if she screwed up, Clue wouldn't hesitate to drive her out regardless of what her stallion wanted. Pawing at the ground, the lead was ready to get moving and she tossed a glance towards Fenris, meeting his gaze with her own dark brown one before she turned her attention to the grass, black tail swatting at her legs, almost showing her impatience, though she wouldn't move until she was sure Fenris was done with his games with Ebony

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

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Ｎｉｘ

She was rudely awoken by that obsidian mare and Temper. Removing her head from Stella's back, she pinned her ears as the much older mare approached. The spotted mare cocked a leg, ready to strike Maelstrom if the mare attempted to plant a bite or nip anywhere on her flank. Nudging Stella's side much as Maelstrom seemed to do something similar to Temper to get them moving, she hoped her friend would just pick up a trot and get to moving. Nix knew she was not the lead but she would lead Stella, regardless of the other mare's wishes and thoughts. Nix was not one to simply follow without some reason, though she held no trust over the new mare, even if she seemed older and more experienced. The six year old snorted, ears still pinned as she stuck with Stella rather than moving towards the mare and stallion.

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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 sudden events not a few moments ago let Freyja dumbstruck. The dappled beauty snorted, pinning her ears as she watched Vagabond lay with Tuka. Unsure of what to do with the situation, she broke into a trot towards Misery, seeking the stallion for protection rather than investigating the situation. She was not stupid, she had seen the predator and Vagabond had attacked it though Freyja was not going to approach the duo. She was not one for bonding and comforting, unless of course it was a foal of hers. [waiting on a post from misery]

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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

Choas had had enough of this mare trying to make her talk and then she got mad at her and nipped her? A squeal escaped from her velvet lips as her ears pinned and she bucked out at the older mare. The roan's nostrils flared as she snaked her head around and with blunt teeth went to bite at the mare's side, showing very well that Lila had ticked her off.

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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; hail. Dia ]

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ＳｉｔｋａxxxＳｅｎｅｃａ

Seneca was waiting in the made to react when she felt a rough nudge from Sitka. The made linked her ears and was about to kick at her twin before realizing that the battle was over and that older of the stallions was heading straight towards them. A glance passed between the two bay paints, though before Seneca had a chance to guide her sister before she bolted, the made did exactly that. Sitka didn't spare a glance as she went from a simply stand still to running, bolting away from the stallion and her own sister. The mare was a bit skittish yes, but Seneca was usually there to keep the made from running. With her sister bolting in the wrong direction, she snorted, stomping a hoof in annoyance, the fun was just starting and her sister was acting like a scared filly. Irritation radiates from the paint made as she took off after her sister, catching up to the made with ease and nipping at her flank to gain her attention. Yes, Sitka had managed to bolt before Hail got to him but Seneca had a feeling the stallion wouldn't be so happy about that, not that the nine year old cared. To her, the mare beside her was far more important than any stallion. After what seemed like a small struggle, she finally managed to get Sitka to actually use her head and hopefully not tick this stallion off anymore than he probably was. Seneca was pleased when Sitka fell back enough to brush her white muzzle over her sister's shoulder, once again allowing Seneca to take the lead in the situation.

[cat;;]

L I L A ;; tags - chaos ;; stage 1
Lila's ears blended into her head as she pinned them angrily at the mare. She squealed when she was bitten and turned to the side and bucked at the mare. She only hit her ankle, but wished she hit her head. She snorted and reared up a foot or so and bit the mare when she hit the ground. She didn't do anything wrong for this mare to treat her rudely, and especially since she was older than this mare! She looked at her and yelled " What the heck is wrong with you?!"