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

[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

The blood bay turned her attention back to Shadow, picking up in the mare's tenseness. The eight year old reached over and began to groom the mare again, worse at the short hairs on her black flank, aiming to help Shadow relax. She seemed slightly worried, though Clue didn't understand why that was the case. They would be moving soon and Clue was growing impatient with Fenris courting the new mare, so she was occupying herself with Shadow for now.

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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; None ]

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Ｈｕｎｔｅｄ ｂｙ Ｃｈａｏｓ

Good riddance to that idiotic mare, though Chaos was usually friendly and she had been until the mare kept talking. Did she not know things called body language, words were a waste of time. With a snort, she watched Lila's retreating form before she started to graze again.

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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 hail ]
[ position; mares ]
[ status; stage 3 | stage 4 ]
[ tags; hail. Herd ]

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A heavy exhale came from Sitka as they finally stopped. The tovero tossed her head and caught her breath, then ran her muzzle against her foreleg to rid herself of a itch. With that done, she was pretty much close enough to her sister that their side's touched. The paint mare watched as Seneca seemed pleased there would be no more running, only to drop her head and gaze on the grass below them. Sitka was not surprised by Seneca's actions, obviously at home for the time being. When the stallion approached them, Sitka pinned her ears when Seneca nudged her, showing very well that her attention was not wanted for now. The mare stomped a hoof before she walked away, though she was not far from her sister, she never would be. Flicking her scented tail, she resorted to grazing on the blades of grass, using her blunt teeth to tear at the blades as she kept an eye out on Seneca, though the mare was far from being in danger or leaving. Seneca had been grazing, basically ignoring the stallion's touch minus bumping muzzles with him. He was taller than her, that much was certain along with older. After nudging her sister off, who looked rather displeased, she was not surprised when he nudged her hip, her ears pinned for a moment at his rough nudge. Seneca then snorted, moving a few steps away from him in the process before she lifted her white tail, casting it off to the side.

[sava.]

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

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ＴＨＥ ＳＴＯＲＭ ＢＥＧＩＮＳ ＴＯ ＤＯＷＮＰＯＵＲ

Gaze watching sharply as Seneca seemed to dismiss Sitka, he kept an eye on her- she would be next, and he didn't want her leaving his sight. A huff left out of his nostrils, attention wavering back to the mare he had asked for permission from. She seemed to of given no care to his small touches, and he actually pleased with it. He wasn't looking for mares who wanted attention at every given second- he wanted ones who could care less about grooming another's mane or even bumping a muzzle. Now that he had found she was that type of mare- he took her permission happily, and with no further affections- he continued forward. -fade- -unfade- His hooves hit the dirt with a thud, his body weight swaying a bit as he huffed. He finally got one mare covered- now, for the other five. His ears pinned back as he departed himself from Seneca- giving her no further show of affections other than a nicker from his vocals. Eyes moving towards Sitka, he bobbed his head, tail hitting against his rump as he approached her. He wondered if she would spook and run off- oh he sure hoped not, he didn't want to harm his new mares- but he would if needed. He moved his muzzle forward, pushing it against her neck before his moist nostrils snorted, making his way to her rear- wondering if she would buck out at him.

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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.[waiting on mares]

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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 → --
tagged → caramel

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Ａ ＨＯＮＥＹ ＢＥＥ'Ｓ ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ ＴＲＩＣＫ

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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ＢＥＡＵＴＹ'Ｓ ＥＮＤ

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 → --
tagged → Rythan, Sparrow

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ＧＲＡＣＥＦＵＬ ＷＩＮＴＥＲ ＳＬＥＥＴ

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.[waiting for toffee]

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gender → mare
age → seven
breed → appaloosa
heat → covered
stallion → dakota
foals → --
tagged → herd, dakota

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ＡＲＴＩＳＴ'Ｓ ＰＡＩＮＴＥＤ ＭＩＲＡＣＬＥ

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 ＦＡＬＬＥＮ ＣＲＯＷＮ ＯＦ Ａ ＱＵＥＥＮ

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 → --
tagged → tollak

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ＳＰＩＲＩＴＳ ＬＩＶＥ ＯＮ ＩＮ ＨＡＲＭＯＮＹ

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.

[Ginger~]

Rhythan | Bachelor Stallion | Tagging Sparrow, Aurora, Grace

Rhythan was just about to pursue the new mare when he heard the drumming of hooves. He whipped around with his ears perked, expecting another stallion, but was astounded to see yet another mare. He had no clue which one to pursue, the mustang or this new white beauty, and was glad when Sparrow stepped up. He whinnied eagerly to the new arrival, then turned and trotted over to Aurora. He let out a loud snort, quickening his pace and blocking off her path. He reached out to nuzzle her neck. He was trying to be kind, but she didn't have a choice. (waiting for TofffeetheWolf)

Lucy | Lone Mare | With Medusa, Althea

Lucy trotted after the two. "Yes, yes," she said. "The waterhole is a good place to head. There'll be other horses there. We could find a herd."

Wildflower | Mare in Hail's Herd| Tagging Cloud, Hail, Seneca, Sitka

Wildflower slowed to a trot, and then to a walk. She was too nervous to graze. She stayed close to Cloud, starting to groom the mare. She knew the stallion would try to cover them. It was only a matter of time. She disliked the thought of being covered by a stallion she barely knew, and though she wasn't bolting, she certainly would resist. Hopefully he'd just move on to easier targets. He had plenty of mares.

[paradise,]

( ooc; should i just have soldier move on from finny's mare? i don't want to keep holding him up. ;-;
and i apologize for the terrible posts, i'm hoping they will get better.

also i changed itami's picture, age, and updated her personality. :3 )

ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＡＫＥ ＤＥＡＬＳ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥ ＤＥＶＩＬ

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--------( misery )
--------( stallion )
--------( sixteen )
--------( band stallion )
--------( mares ) vagabond
--------freyja
--------( coverings ) two
--------( tags ) freyja, regalia
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the mare's voice was a mere echo as he bolted off towards the ear piercing scream that filled the air around him. one of his own, his mare, was being hurt, and he hadn't been there to stop it. pushing his body as fast as his legs would carry him, misery rushed over to vagabond's side, dark eyes glistening over with light tears as he saw the young sorrel mare lying restless on the wet soil. he closed his eyes as to give a moment of sorrow for tuka, but knew they needed to move. other predators would scent the blood of his fallen mare and come running, also it wasn't very pleasant to stay around here. opening his mocha eyes, the dappled stallion nudged vagabond ever so lightly, letting her know they needed to move. misery knew it would be tough on the older mare, but mourning here wouldn't bring the young tuka back. putting on a mask to cover his emotions, the stallion trotted off from the two, then drawing his legs forward into a canter. pinning his ears, the dappled stallion moved along towards freyja and regalia, snaking them away from the scene and to a better area. he could only hope that vagabond followed, he didn't want to snake her at this very moment. as he ran, his voice echoed in his head, you weren't there to save her, it's all your fault. the male let out a loud scream, distancing himself slightly from the two mares ahead of him. he needed some space, but he would still watch the herd- actually, he would never stop watching the herd, not after what had just taken place.

ＳＡＶＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＴＡＫＥＳ Ａ ＨＥＲＯ

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--------( stallion )
--------( fourteen )
--------( band stallion )
--------( mares ) electra, juliette,
--------night, crystal
--------( coverings ) one
--------( tags ) electra, juliette,
--------night, crystal
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the palomino stallion watched with pricked ears as the mares before him settled their placement within his harem. he was actually taken aback when all four of the mares quickly agreed to be with him, to start his herd. with a flick of his matted white tail, he let out a surprised squeal as someone's blunt teeth made contact with his flank, though it was not painful, just startling. he whipped his head around, neck muscles rippling, as soldier looked to see who the culprit was. when he saw that it was the older chestnut mare, his muscles relaxed, letting his back hoof cock up, tossing his white mane to the side. his velvet nostrils flared at the mare's strong scent, it was very enticing. he balanced his weight on all four hooves again, running his muzzle down the mare's hind legs before snorting against her dock.
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the warmblood mix landed back on all fours, running his velvety muzzle against the mare's flank before backing away. he took a few sidesteps before moving back to her side, clamping his blunt teeth down on her withers, claiming the pretty thoroughbred. he then looked over towards her dappled daughter, she was a pretty sight. soldier snorted against the chestnut's shoulder before moving over towards the buckskin mare, her scent begging him to come closer. he let out a soft nicker while approaching, bumping his muzzle against her cheek before moving forward towards her side. he let his velvet muzzle trail down her neck, stopping at her withers. he ran his teeth along her spine, then nipped at the coarse hairs before continuing his exploration. his tail flicked as he stopped at the mare's tail, nostrils flaring widely at her strong scent. with a snort, he positioned himself behind the painted mare, bumping his maw against her hind leg, asking. ( for finny. )

ＵＮＥ ＶＯＬＯＮＴＥ ＦＯＲＴＥ

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--------( dani )
--------( mare )
--------( nineteen )
--------( lead mare )
--------( herd ) unknown
--------( status ) covered
--------( tags ) savior, raven,
--------broken, autumn, orion,
--------geoffrey, karma
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the older appaloosa mare continued to graze by raven, flicking her tail lightly to scare away the flies. it was rather peaceful here, her newest stallion was just gathering up new mares to expand his herd. with a snort, dani felt her stallion's muzzle against her neck, making her nicker lightly. but he was soon off again, courting a rather pretty palomino mare. the mare hadn't even really gotten to introduce herself to all of the new mares, but that would come in time. or so she thought. a loud thundering of hooves made the appaloosa snap her head up at an instant, seeing two older stallions come barging into the nice, peaceful area in which they stayed. the older of the two, a dappled dun stallion, came racing at her and raven, ears pinned. dani let out a loud squeal, kicking her hind legs out in a fury at the stallion, making contact with his broad chest. she knew the herd would eventually be overthrown by these two males, but it worried her, having two testosterone filled mares herding around five mares. it just spelled trouble in big, bold letters. snaking her head towards raven, she nipped the younger mare's hip, wanting to get her moving with her. dani let out a squeal as the male's teeth hit her spotted flank, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted savior. maybe this would give her and raven a chance to get away while the younger male was busy rounding up the younger mares. the appaloosa mare extended her black legs forward, pushing herself faster to move away from the fight.

ＴＨＥ ＢＬＵＥ ＪＡＹ ＳＩＮＧＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＮＩＮＧ

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--------( tori )
--------( mare )
--------( fifteen )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage one
--------( tags ) open
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sharp grey hooves dug into the moist soil with every step, the mustang thoroughbred mix hauling herself up the hill. she wanted nothing to do with any other equines, they weren't worth her precious time. she was in no mood for a stallion as she had just started her cycle and other mares would just piss her off. snorting loudly, the bay colored mare pinned her oval shaped ears against her chiseled skull, huffing as she pushed herself to the top of the hill. finally, now she could be alone, and gain some much needed weight. tori hungrily shoved her muzzle towards the tall green stalks, ravenously ripping up the grass with her blunt teeth, then grinding down the vegetation. she could get used to this, the whole solitary thing. she had managed to get away from all previous stallions last year and had forced herself to stay with a band of mares in the winter for warmth. as soon as the snow started to melt, tori was out of there. she needed her space and they were always pressing up against her body, craving her warmth. now she was free to be alone until winter again, that is unless a stallion was crazy enough to try and tame her wild soul.

ＴＨＥ ＥＩＧＨＴＨ ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ

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--------( octavia )
--------( mare )
--------( twelve )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage three
--------( tags ) kalmin
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octavia pressed her forehead to his shoulder for a moment before bringing her head back to its resting position. apparently this male wanted to speak some, which was okay with her, but her hormones were still going crazy. the painted mare pricked her oval shaped ears towards the grullo stallion, listing to his rich voice. "nice to meet you kalmin, i am octavia." she spoke with her gentle voice, scented tail flicking against her black and white haunches.

( i am so sorry for it being so short, i don't really know what to put for her >.< )

ＲＯＳＥＳ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＨＡＶＥ ＴＨＯＲＮＳ

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--------( itami )
--------( mare )
--------( fourteen )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none yet
--------( status ) stage three
--------( tags ) aztec, queen,
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the white arabian watched the events of the herd play out before her, amused with the young mares causing trouble for the black stallion. she flagged her tail up over her arched back, continuing to spread her strong scent throughout the air. a displeased snort left her nostrils as the older lead mare decided it was a good time to move the herd. with a toss of her dished head, itami hopped down from her perch, landing on the soft ground below her. arching her neck, the mare pranced along the side of the herd, though not too close. she let out a whinny to the male, wanting his attention. she always got what she desired, and if she didn't, all hell would break loose. for now itami would just stay on the outskirts of the herd, that is until they stopped, they she would challenge the lead and take what was rightfully hers.

ＳＷＥＥＴ ＥＶＥＲＧＲＥＥＮ ＴＲＥＥ

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--------( juniper )
--------( mare )
--------( ten )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage two
--------( tags ) timo
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letting out a relaxed snort, the palomino mare continued to listen to the stallion, though still not giving him that much attention. she continued to flick her white tail against her haunches, knowing very well that the stallion could scent it. juniper wanted to see just how much this stallion could take, only then would she consider him worthy of a band stallion. the mare had to chuckle lightly at the stallion's remark about her name- she could admit that he was charming. lifting her head, the palomino finally gave the stallion some eye contact, her bright blue eyes flickering up to his. "the name is juniper. it is a pleasure to meet you." she smiled ever so slightly, looking over the stallion. he was well built, but he was younger than the mare. if she were to join him, she would need to keep themselves slightly hidden in order to evade the older stallion out on the land. "tell me timo, do you have a herd?" she questioned, her sparkling blue eyes continuing to gaze onto the ebony stallion.

ＬＩＶＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＥＲＥ ＩＳ ＮＯ ＴＯＭＯＲＲＯＷ

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--------( mare )
--------( seven )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage two
--------( tags ) open
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--------( mare | filly )
--------( three | two )
--------( lone mare | herd mare )
--------( herd ) none | haunt
--------( status ) stage three | three
--------( tags ) cendres, haunt,
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the dunalino continued to stand her ground, a few feet away from the stallion. her hip stung slightly from the harsh bite he had given her, but it only fueled her anger. as the dappled stallion came closer to her, she bared her teeth menacingly, angrily lashing her tail against her haunches. she despised stallions, they weren't allowed into her presence unless she deemed them worthy, which would probably never happen, at least not with this male. as another mare came down the hill, a slight angry expression filled the three year old's face. why were these mares coming to this stallion? now absolutely confused, the mare took one glance at the stallion before lipping at the grass below her, flicking her scented tail lightly. perhaps she could lure the stallion into a false security? after all, she was getting later into her cycle, but she knew in her head she would probably even put up a slight fight at stage four. with a light whinny, xìnrèn looked over towards the stallion, flagging her tail behind her.
cendres pricked her ears as a new mare came over, showing her dominance towards herself and the sabino mare. with a snort, she pinned one ear back, but made no aggressive gesture towards joanna. she knew she was young, and there was no point in fighting. turning her head, the painted mare nickered to ezra, curiously extending her muzzle to the older mare. she lowered her head below hers in submission, making it clear she only wanted a friend and not to be in a ranking above her.

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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 young stallion was not at all surprised when the lone mare began to follow them. Snorting, he continued behind his mares, making sure none of them fell behind as Queen moved them. It was then he heard Itami and the stallion pinned his ears for a moment with flared nostrils as he took in the mare's scent. He knew Queen would stop them soon so he saw no reason to ignore Itami. Breaking away from his herd of mares for a mere moment, he broke into a canter towards her, a nicker coming from his velvet lips until he was moving at her side not far from his herd. He nipped her rump, aiming to guide her towards the other mares as they moved, nostrils flaring at her strong scent though he did not ask for the time being.

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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

The blood bay turned her attention back to Shadow, picking up in the mare's tenseness. The eight year old reached over and began to groom the mare again, worse at the short hairs on her black flank, aiming to help Shadow relax. She seemed slightly worried, though Clue didn't understand why that was the case. They would be moving soon and Clue was growing impatient with Fenris courting the new mare, so she was occupying herself with Shadow for now.

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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

She had gone to the stallion in the form to get them moving, regardless of if Vagabond was lead, Freyja could tell the mare was in no way shape or form able to do so for now. Snorting, she moved off to wherever the stallion was snaking them though Freyja was not one to simply go about her business. The mare startled at Misery's scream and bolted forward, faster than what he had been keeping them going at. She didn't wait for Vagabond and immediately took the lead until she felt they had gone a decent distance to the point they were safe. Slowing until she was at a stop, she stomped a hoof on the hard ground before turning her gaze towards their stallion, hoping he wouldn't try and drive them even further.

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[ chaos ]
[ mare ]
[ three years ]
[ band stallion Enama ]
[ position; mare ]
[ status; stage four ]
[ tags; None ]

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Ｈｕｎｔｅｄ ｂｙ Ｃｈａｏｓ

Good riddance to that idiotic mare, though Chaos was usually friendly and she had been until the mare kept talking. Did she not know things called body language, words were a waste of time. With a snort, she watched Lila's retreating form before she started to graze again.

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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 hail ]
[ position; mares ]
[ status; stage 3 | Covered ]
[ tags; hail. Herd ]

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ＳｉｔｋａxxxＳｅｎｅｃａ

Seneca watched as the stallion simply left with no other forms of affection, not that she cared, she was only really affectionate with her sister. Attention on the other hand, that was something she expected. The mare tossed her head before she dropped it to graze, an eye on her sister and stallion, ready to move if anything happened that she didn't agree with. Sitka was not as keen on the stallion's attention as her sister had been. The mare moved away from his touch, raising a hind leg in warning as he reached her rump, her warning very clear on what would happen if he tried. Her ears pinned, she raised her head and looked straight at Hail with her dark chocolate brown gaze, flicking her scented tail, she could tease if she felt, though at the moment, she wouldn't agree to being covered.

[astro.]

ATTENDING TO ROYAL MATTERS

The deeply colored mare swished her heavily scented tail, and ran in the direction Misery had ran, not thinking straight. Normally, she would have run, yes. But in her final stage of heat, she was not herself. Regalia's white mane streamed out behind her, a stark contrast to her deep coat.

[chemical.]

ＳＵＲＶＩＶＩＮＧ ＣＨＡＯＳ ＴＨＥＯＲＹ
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[Name] bedlam
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] friesian
[Mares] none
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] honey, caramel

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Large black hooves carried Bedlam at an easy, rocking gait across the warm summer landscape. He had lost his herd to an older stallion at the beginning of spring, and had only just come out of hiding after nursing his wounds. Now healthy and strong once more, the mysterious shadow of a male was ready to start his life over. Again. Silent as ever, as always, Bedlam watched for any sign of mares that may be lingering alone, or on the outskirts of herds. He did not intend to go into autumn without a herd to call his own, no matter how small. Of course; it seemed he was graced this season, as just a few paces into his new journey the sound of playful squeals arose nearby; they could only belong to mares. Picking up his head high, Bedlam pushed his regal-looking self into an airy canter, wet nostrils flared as the heavy, thick scent of mares in heat seemed to jump up and slap him right in the face. Still he made no sound to alert them of his presence- he never did. Not even in the heat of battle did Bedlam ever make a sound other than a grunt or snort, and nobody had been able to figure out why. Coming to a stop perched atop a small green hill, two intense mocha eyes found a pair of frolicking young mares down below, throwing nips and squeals as they danced around one another. The sight almost brought a smile to his face- it was an endearing act, one he wasn't to keen on interrupting. Standing tall and proud atop his pedestal, he resigned himself to watching the beautiful young mares in their play- he would approach them after they had settled, if they did not notice him first.

ＨＥ ＳＡＩＤ ＨＥ ＨＡＤ Ａ ＳＴＯＲＹ
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[Name] haunt
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] thoroughbred x oldenburg
[Mares] callisto, beauty, joanna,
cendres, ezra
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] herd, xìnrèn, annabelle

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Haunt let out an irritated snort as the young mare bared her teeth at him, showing her full displeasure. The dapple stallion pinned his ears, stomping one black hoof against the ground but ultimately turning from her. He had a large herd growing behind him, one that likely could use his attention, and so long as he had one of the fillies he didn't rightly care if the other hated him or not- she could stay or go, though he figured she wouldn't be going without her sister. A very happy, satisfied expression overcame his handsome feature as he picked up a trot toward the gathering of mares, watching as they settled with one another and established their hierarchy. He let out a bright, soft nicker as he drew close once again, circling around the side of the herd, not wanting to disrupt them as they made their ranking known. Ezra and Joanna seemed happy enough to make themselves at home in his herd without any encouragement from the stallion, and the though made Haunt lift his head, puffing out his muscular chest with pride. These mares knew a capable stallion when they saw one- he was strong and aged and experienced. They would join him and abide by him and in return they would be protected and cared for and kept happy- however, if any of them decided to step out of line that carefree demeanor would fall away like autumn leaves, he would be harsh and unrelenting and careless until they decided to step back where they belonged. Of course, these mares belonged to him know, whether or not they knew the true extent of what that meant to the devious male. He had gone from two to five in a short time; and still Annabelle lingered, as did Xìnrèn. Hopefully the two of them as well would decide to make themselves a place under his care.

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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 slowed to a stop, slight confusion playing in his deep brown eyes as the mare turned to face him with her head low and a sheepish look on her face, as if showing him submission, despite him having never demanded it. Fenris did not think himself above his mares in herd ranking, so when they acted this way with him he grew curious as to what they had been accustomed to before him. However, at her soft words, the bay Mustang pinned his ears against his head and jerked his head all the way back with a snort, suddenly wary. Had she come from humans? Had she escaped- were they looking for her? Fenris would stand up to meet any foe you threw his way; but humans terrified him. He had been captured by them several times, and each time the hands that landed on his velvet body were more harsh than the last. He had a brand on his right hip, and several long, thin scars that decorated his body like ornaments from whips and violent outbursts. "You came from humans?" He responded in a rather harsh tone, very uncharacteristic for him, backing up a few steps nervously. He wanted nothing to do with them- and if this mare was going to bring them down upon him...

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

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Vagabond remained pressed against Tuka for sometime, though it seemed she was not the only one to hear the young mares' plea. Misery exploded into movement across the clearing, though Tuka had been long gone by the time he reached them. Not that Vagabond could even care to try and pin the incident on him; Tuka had been Vagabond's responsibility since the day she had been born, and the way she saw it, Vagabond had let her down. When the tall stallion lowered his head to nudge her to her feet she pinned her ears and snaked her head forward with a snort, but paused just short of biting him, instead watching as he moved off to snake the other mares away from the area. The quiet Mustang mare watched them go for some time before she finally lifted her weary body away from Tuka's, picking her way slowly after the herd. She was very obviously not in the mood to be dealing with anyone right now- let alone to be leading these other horses. Instead she trailed silently after them, a distant, far-off look in her multicolored eyes. It was incredibly rare to see the collected, postured Vagabond in such a state, and she wouldn't be surprised if the other mares decide to try and take advantage of it while they could.

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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. Her attention snapped over to the new mare as she arrived a few steps ahead of Dakota, though she seemed friendly and compliant enough. Charlotte did not respond but rather just let out a low snort, flicking one oval ear and lowering her head to graze once more, wholly uninterested in the rest of the herd for the time being. After a few more moment of grazing the ornery mustang lifted her head with a huff, ears twitching before she circled around Mirror and Miracle, nipping at the hips with a demanding nicker before moving to Dakota and pushing her muzzle against his neck, telling them all it was time to get moving before prancing forward and taking her place at the front of the herd, scouting for a fresh area with few horses to settle. She would have to keep the herd away from populated areas if the young stallion had hopes of keeping his herd- though luckily she was no stranger to being a lead mare.

ＢＡＴＴＥＳＩＭＯ ＤＥＬ ＦＵＯＣＯ
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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
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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. Soon, however, Temper was surpassing the herd and picking up a thundering gallop into the distance. Stella's dark eyes landed on a small herd in the distance; just two mares and their stallion, but it was clear Temper wanted them for himself. Slowing to a stop beside Nix, her gaze shifted to Maelstrom as the old mare showed her obvious displeasure with his actions, looking as though she was going to race out there and beat him herself. The thought drew a soft huff of amusement from her, but nonetheless she backed up a bit, resting her muzzle against her companion's shoulder and simply hoping for the well return of Temper once more. He seemed a very keen stallion to charge off into battle every time he saw another mare, hopefully that wouldn't get him in trouble.

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

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Raven jerked her head back when the older lead mare lashed out angrily at the stallion stalking straight for them, pinning her ears and letting out an uneasy snort as he thick white tail swished nervously against her hind legs. When her lead nipped at her to drive her away from the males, Raven spun on the spot and shot after Dani like a bullet, happily obliging. It seemed she had the same thought Raven did- that two males in one herd spelled trouble- far more than it was worth to wait around and see how things played out. With the younger of the stallion busy rounding up Savior's other males, and the older running to meet Savior in battle, Raven hoped it would be a decent distraction to escape with Dani. Besides- if just one of them came after them, Dani was still old enough to drive one off, especially the younger of the two. Thick tail streaming out behind her as she ran, Raven lowered her head and let out a heavy snort, doing her best to keep right at Dani's side. She didn't want to get get stuck with these two males- which was saying something, considering she was completely and utterly infatuated with any stallions she came across.

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[Name] sparrow
[Gender] mare
[Age] six
[Breed] lipizzaner x arabian
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] rhythan
[Foals] none
[status] covered
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The young white mare lifted her head when Grace pulled away, departing to go and face the resident stallion. Sparrow watched with a quiet interest growing in her dark mocha eyes before picking up her small grey hooves and prancing deeper into the trees- careful to remain within the sight of her stallion, before lowering her delicate muzzle to graze upon the dark vegetation that littered the forest floor. Sparrow deeply hoped one of the other mares would step up and take charge of the herd- despite being the oldest of the mares gathered around the handsome chestnut, she was far from dominant, and wanted to refrain from attempting to lead if she could. Sparrow was a follower- happy to follow quite literally anyone, but she could not lead. It would not be good for the herd if she was the one leading. What they really needed was an older mare to come along, but for now they would have to make do. Long oval ears twitched this way and that as she listened to the rain patter against the waxy leaves overhead, but very few chilling drops managed to find their way through to the earth below. Of course, while the canopy overhead offered shelter from the rain, it was quite possibly predators lingers somewhere in these woods. They would have to be careful not to wander to 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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[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
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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.

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colors of the wind
name; wind
gender: mare
tags: sonatina, soldier
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" I smell... a herd," Wind whinnied to Sonatina. She flared her nostrils at the scent- a stallion and some mares. Safe. Trotting away, she stopped and looked on what was going on. As Sonatina came up beside her, she snorted. "Shall we go?" Without waiting for an answer, she cantered down and stopped a little ways away. "Hello?" she asked into the air, waiting for a reply from the stallion.
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sonata in c
name; sonatina
gender; mare
tags; wind, soldier
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Wind had smelled a herd! Rejoice! More horses, at last! Sonatina's happy thoughts were interuppted by Wind trotting away, her hooves kicking up dust. Sonatina followed, eager to see what the dun mare had found. She soon saw a stallion and four other mares. A good-sized group, they would be protected if the other horses accepted them. Wind had cantered down near the group, and whinnied a greeting. Sonatina followed, once again, like a faithful puppy.

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--seeing as she was 13 winters, she's now 14, due to it being spring now... Stalker isn't what i'd say mean, but she has her moments of extreme dominance. c: eitherway she's gone to soilders herd c: --
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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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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; stallion
Aᵍᵉ;; sixteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; lusitano x warmblood
Mᵃʳᵉˢ;; ---
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ none this year
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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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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; ten
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x warmblood
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; Haunt
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
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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.

However, with no reaction from the mare... yet... She claimed lead, she'd be lead anyway, she was the oldest. However was quite displeased when one of the youngest of the mares, a 6 year old, came over trying to dominate her. Ears pinned at the young mare, Joanna simply bit the mares neck, telling her to rack off, Joanna was lead now.. Joanna was going to remain lead mare until her death, or until she and her mares were snaked or taken from her new stallion. Ears pinning at the Percheron mix, who was small for her breeding, she warned her again as she walked past kicking out with one hind leg before contently dancing towards her new stallion. Ears pinning slightly, though she had little to no interest in bossing him around, she wasn't about to let him do it either. SHe snorted, keeping her ears flat against her skull as she approached the dappled stallion. Once she was but a few feet away she outstretched her muzzle to him, squealing slightly at his scent and nipping at his shoulder before simply grazing a few feet away. Swishing her sweetly scented tail, though not strong, she'd come so willingly into his herd, that even in the second stage, she'd accept him, he'd just have to cover her again as it wasn't always likely they fell pregnant in their first or second stages...

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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; fifteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred x arabian
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; not in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
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Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
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Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; thoroughbred
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
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the pretty black mare lay quietly in a meadow near a small shallow like stream. She tossed her head slightly and snorted as she nibbled at the grass around her knees and where she could reach. The black mare looked up, hearing the cries of a mare, her body was hauled up by her legs, spooking at the sound she nearly fell over her own legs. Finally when she evened her weight out, she danced sideways, pulling her ears forwards to find out whatever dreadful sound that was. She stood carefully, ready to run, fear of a stallion, fear of whatever creature took down that horse.
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Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; nine
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; arabian x riding pony
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; not in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; open

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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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Nᵃᵐᵉ;; stalker
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ;; mare
Aᵍᵉ;; fourteen
Bʳᵉᵉᵈ;; oldenburg warmblood
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ;; in heat
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ;; ---
Fᵒᵃᶫˢ;; none this year
Tᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ;; soilder, electra,
juliette, night, crystal
sonatina, wind

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Quite the lovely dappled mare, quite tall as well at about 17 hands, maybe an inch or two taller. Her ears fell forwards at a rather gorgeous palomino stallion, and about 4 mares, however that seemed to be increasing as she watched two young mares throw themselves into the stallions herd by the looks of it. She frowned at them slightly, watching their desperation for a herd. Perhaps yes, the mare wanted a herd, but she wasn't about to throw herself at the stallion... no, he could come to her, she wasn't quite in the last stages of her heat, but would be soon, and should he not come to claim her, then another stallion would. Which, she really didn't want and should a stallion come she'd probaly dance her way down to the herd. She took note on the oldest mare, a twelve year old, by the looks of it, the lead mare... not for long at least. Nope, Once in this herd, the dapple mare would rightfully take her place. She tossed her head slightly. However she was growing bored, the stallion had ignored her, having covered the oldest mare she pinned her ears at her slightly, watching him then move onto a paint mare. She stamped one heavy hoof before finally, giving in, dancing down to the stallion, not placing herself in the herd.... she'd let the stallion do that, however, if she was going to wait, she was going to make use of her time... Where was that younger mare? ah, there she is. Pinning her ears at the chestnut mare, Stalker grew closer until she was but within kicking reach, of course, to be kicked, she had to be behind the mare. The dapple grey stood not quite face on, but close. Pricking her ears, occasionally letting one flick back to listen to the stallion to see if he'd taken notice before she simply returned her attention on the mare.

Stretching her muzzle out in a somewhat greeting, moving closer until her muzzle touched the chestnuts neck. She squealed, one hoof striking forwards at the mares forelegs before she half reared slightly and squealed again in challenge.

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[Name] bedlam
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] friesian
[Mares] none
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] honey, caramel

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Large black hooves carried Bedlam at an easy, rocking gait across the warm summer landscape. He had lost his herd to an older stallion at the beginning of spring, and had only just come out of hiding after nursing his wounds. Now healthy and strong once more, the mysterious shadow of a male was ready to start his life over. Again. Silent as ever, as always, Bedlam watched for any sign of mares that may be lingering alone, or on the outskirts of herds. He did not intend to go into autumn without a herd to call his own, no matter how small. Of course; it seemed he was graced this season, as just a few paces into his new journey the sound of playful squeals arose nearby; they could only belong to mares. Picking up his head high, Bedlam pushed his regal-looking self into an airy canter, wet nostrils flared as the heavy, thick scent of mares in heat seemed to jump up and slap him right in the face. Still he made no sound to alert them of his presence- he never did. Not even in the heat of battle did Bedlam ever make a sound other than a grunt or snort, and nobody had been able to figure out why. Coming to a stop perched atop a small green hill, two intense mocha eyes found a pair of frolicking young mares down below, throwing nips and squeals as they danced around one another. The sight almost brought a smile to his face- it was an endearing act, one he wasn't to keen on interrupting. Standing tall and proud atop his pedestal, he resigned himself to watching the beautiful young mares in their play- he would approach them after they had settled, if they did not notice him first.

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[Name] haunt
[Gender] stallion
[Age] thirteen
[Breed] thoroughbred x oldenburg
[Mares] callisto, beauty, joanna,
cendres, ezra
[Foals] none
[Covered] none
[Tagged] herd[beauty], xìnrèn,
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Haunt let out an irritated snort as the young mare bared her teeth at him, showing her full displeasure. The dapple stallion pinned his ears, stomping one black hoof against the ground but ultimately turning from her. He had a large herd growing behind him, one that likely could use his attention, and so long as he had one of the fillies he didn't rightly care if the other hated him or not- she could stay or go, though he figured she wouldn't be going without her sister. A very happy, satisfied expression overcame his handsome feature as he picked up a trot toward the gathering of mares, watching as they settled with one another and established their hierarchy. He let out a bright, soft nicker as he drew close once again, circling around the side of the herd, not wanting to disrupt them as they made their ranking known. Ezra and Joanna seemed happy enough to make themselves at home in his herd without any encouragement from the stallion, and the though made Haunt lift his head, puffing out his muscular chest with pride. These mares knew a capable stallion when they saw one- he was strong and aged and experienced. They would join him and abide by him and in return they would be protected and cared for and kept happy- however, if any of them decided to step out of line that carefree demeanor would fall away like autumn leaves, he would be harsh and unrelenting and careless until they decided to step back where they belonged. Of course, these mares belonged to him know, whether or not they knew the true extent of what that meant to the devious male. He had gone from two to five in a short time; and still Annabelle lingered, as did Xìnrèn. Hopefully the two of them as well would decide to make themselves a place under his care. Of course, the dispute for lead ended rather quickly with the oldest coming out one top. Haunt spared a moment to stop and study Joanna- the mare whom had placed herself so willingly into his herd without a second glance. She was beautiful, for certain, but her age worried him slightly. It was rare for Haunt to keep a mare over the age of eight or possibly nine, but for the moment at least she seemed content to live and let live. He watched curiously as the dark mare pranced her way over to him, stretching her muzzle before a shrill squeal erupted from it, and her blunt teeth met his shoulder. He snorted, flicking one ear to the side, but did not retaliate. This mare was his now- and did not get the cruel, harsh treatment that those who denied him got, as Xìnrèn had just minutes before. Large wet nostrils flared as his new lead moved off to graze nearby, wispy black tail swishing to spread her taunting scent, but Haunt was not going to try to cover the mare yet- not until she seemed later into her cycle. Attention stolen by one of the other mares, Beauty, the dapple stallion took a careful step forward, wondering if there was still hard feeling between the two. When he'd left her last, it had been just her and Callisto in his herd, and she'd sustained a very minor leg injury which was likely part his fault. Pranced forward with a toss of his head and a light nicker, he circled around the black mares' side, running his down down her spine and tapping his muzzle lightly against one hip, asking if he could cover the obsidian mustang.

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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 slowed to a stop, slight confusion playing in his deep brown eyes as the mare turned to face him with her head low and a sheepish look on her face, as if showing him submission, despite him having never demanded it. Fenris did not think himself above his mares in herd ranking, so when they acted this way with him he grew curious as to what they had been accustomed to before him. However, at her soft words, the bay Mustang pinned his ears against his head and jerked his head all the way back with a snort, suddenly wary. Had she come from humans? Had she escaped- were they looking for her? Fenris would stand up to meet any foe you threw his way; but humans terrified him. He had been captured by them several times, and each time the hands that landed on his velvet body were more harsh than the last. He had a brand on his right hip, and several long, thin scars that decorated his body like ornaments from whips and violent outbursts. "You came from humans?" He responded in a rather harsh tone, very uncharacteristic for him, backing up a few steps nervously. He wanted nothing to do with them- and if this mare was going to bring them down upon him...

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

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Vagabond remained pressed against Tuka for sometime, though it seemed she was not the only one to hear the young mares' plea. Misery exploded into movement across the clearing, though Tuka had been long gone by the time he reached them. Not that Vagabond could even care to try and pin the incident on him; Tuka had been Vagabond's responsibility since the day she had been born, and the way she saw it, Vagabond had let her down. When the tall stallion lowered his head to nudge her to her feet she pinned her ears and snaked her head forward with a snort, but paused just short of biting him, instead watching as he moved off to snake the other mares away from the area. The quiet Mustang mare watched them go for some time before she finally lifted her weary body away from Tuka's, picking her way slowly after the herd. She was very obviously not in the mood to be dealing with anyone right now- let alone to be leading these other horses. Instead she trailed silently after them, a distant, far-off look in her multicolored eyes. It was incredibly rare to see the collected, postured Vagabond in such a state, and she wouldn't be surprised if the other mares decide to try and take advantage of it while they could.

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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. Her attention snapped over to the new mare as she arrived a few steps ahead of Dakota, though she seemed friendly and compliant enough. Charlotte did not respond but rather just let out a low snort, flicking one oval ear and lowering her head to graze once more, wholly uninterested in the rest of the herd for the time being. After a few more moment of grazing the ornery mustang lifted her head with a huff, ears twitching before she circled around Mirror and Miracle, nipping at the hips with a demanding nicker before moving to Dakota and pushing her muzzle against his neck, telling them all it was time to get moving before prancing forward and taking her place at the front of the herd, scouting for a fresh area with few horses to settle. She would have to keep the herd away from populated areas if the young stallion had hopes of keeping his herd- though luckily she was no stranger to being a lead mare.

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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, nix

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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. Soon, however, Temper was surpassing the herd and picking up a thundering gallop into the distance. Stella's dark eyes landed on a small herd in the distance; just two mares and their stallion, but it was clear Temper wanted them for himself. Slowing to a stop beside Nix, her gaze shifted to Maelstrom as the old mare showed her obvious displeasure with his actions, looking as though she was going to race out there and beat him herself. The thought drew a soft huff of amusement from her, but nonetheless she backed up a bit, resting her muzzle against her companion's shoulder and simply hoping for the well return of Temper once more. He seemed a very keen stallion to charge off into battle every time he saw another mare, hopefully that wouldn't get him in trouble.

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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] dani

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Raven jerked her head back when the older lead mare lashed out angrily at the stallion stalking straight for them, pinning her ears and letting out an uneasy snort as he thick white tail swished nervously against her hind legs. When her lead nipped at her to drive her away from the males, Raven spun on the spot and shot after Dani like a bullet, happily obliging. It seemed she had the same thought Raven did- that two males in one herd spelled trouble- far more than it was worth to wait around and see how things played out. With the younger of the stallion busy rounding up Savior's other males, and the older running to meet Savior in battle, Raven hoped it would be a decent distraction to escape with Dani. Besides- if just one of them came after them, Dani was still old enough to drive one off, especially the younger of the two. Thick tail streaming out behind her as she ran, Raven lowered her head and let out a heavy snort, doing her best to keep right at Dani's side. She didn't want to get get stuck with these two males- which was saying something, considering she was completely and utterly infatuated with any stallions she came across.

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[Name] sparrow
[Gender] mare
[Age] six
[Breed] lipizzaner x arabian
[Rank] herd mare
[Stallion] rhythan
[Foals] none
[status] covered
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The young white mare lifted her head when Grace pulled away, departing to go and face the resident stallion. Sparrow watched with a quiet interest growing in her dark mocha eyes before picking up her small grey hooves and prancing deeper into the trees- careful to remain within the sight of her stallion, before lowering her delicate muzzle to graze upon the dark vegetation that littered the forest floor. Sparrow deeply hoped one of the other mares would step up and take charge of the herd- despite being the oldest of the mares gathered around the handsome chestnut, she was far from dominant, and wanted to refrain from attempting to lead if she could. Sparrow was a follower- happy to follow quite literally anyone, but she could not lead. It would not be good for the herd if she was the one leading. What they really needed was an older mare to come along, but for now they would have to make do. Long oval ears twitched this way and that as she listened to the rain patter against the waxy leaves overhead, but very few chilling drops managed to find their way through to the earth below. Of course, while the canopy overhead offered shelter from the rain, it was quite possibly predators lingers somewhere in these woods. They would have to be careful not to wander to 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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[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
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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.