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[ stallion ]
[ fourteen ]
[ 18 hands ]
[ bachelor ]
[ mares ] none
[ foals ] none
[ tagged ] mahogony
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The grass swayed lazily in a soft breeze, tugging his thick black mane around his strong neck as he wandered calmly through the vast open field. His large hooves were quiet against the grassy earth, his pace slow and easy and rocking. He didn't enjoy being alone, so finding a herd took presidence in his mind right now. He wanted mares to start over with, and this time he wouldn't be letting anything take them from him- not even a winter storm if he could help it. The sound of a mare nearby distracted him, and hopefully he picked his head up and swung his rich brown gaze around. He located the mare whom had called out to him quickly, she was a pretty liver chestnut- though she was young, and a bit shorter than himself. Then again, a lot of horses he encountered where. Sebastian bobbed his head up and down with a loud, friendly nicker. The large Shire cross picked up his striped hooves, speeding into an airy canter towards the mare. She was partially submerged in the watering hole, so Seb slowed to a stop on the edge, reaching his muzzle out to her curiously. His large, wet black nostrils were flared in anticipation, hoping this mare would agree to come along with him willingly.
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[ stallion ]
[ thirteen ]
[ 17 hands ]
[ bachelor ]
[ mares ] none
[ foals ] none
[ tagged ] callisto
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A silver muzzle whipped around almost instantly after hearing the confident call of a mare nearby. Haunt's near-black eyes glittered dangerously under the sun, and his large, wet black nostrils flared with a snort. He found her, perched up on a nearby hill with her head raised proudly, her dark gaze fixed on his handsome grey body. Haunt let out a scream, throwing the front half of his body into the air in a rear, boxing at the sky before landing with a heavy thud and shooting off at a flat gallop towards the pretty little mustang. He was a swift horse, thanks to being over half Thoroughbred, and it didn't take long for him to trek his way up the hill to Callisto. Lifting his head as high as it could go and slapping his tail against his haunches in a clear show of his dominance, Haunt circled around the mare once, twice before coming to a stop at her rump. The stallion lowered his muzzle to hover just over the base of her tail, taking in her heavy scent before dropping his head all the way and nipping at her heels softly to get her moving- he knew other stallions where in the area, he has just fought one away himself, and he didn't want her to be attracting anymore before he had a chance to claim and cover her. They needed to move out of this area.
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[ stallion | stallion ]
[ eleven | five ]
[ 15 hands | 16.1 hands ]
[ bachelor | bachelor ]
[ mares ] none | none
[ foals ] leto | none
[ tagged ] clue & shadow
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Letting out a nicker of delight at their kind responses, Leto bumped his soft white muzzle against Clue's gently, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent with great interest. He lifted his head up once more as Shadow followed the older the mares' example, drawing closer to the young stallion, and in turn Leto pressed his nose against hers calmly as well. Fenris eventually found his way to his sons' hip, bobbing his head in greeting to the mares and letting out quiet, calm rumbles of appreciation to their reception of his son. Many mares would have seen the five year old colt and turned on their heels- though maybe it was because Fenris was here as well. Of course, he wasn't huge in courting and snaking mares, while the prospect of such a thing excited Leto. They all both had their part to play. Getting a little bit ahead of himself in the face of these mares, he threw his head back, front hooves coming off the ground a few inches before he fell back to the earth and circled around to the side, nostrils flared first as he trotted around Shadow, coming to rest at a stop near Clue's side. Leto stretched his muzzle forward once again, lipping gently at the pretty bay mares' mane.
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[ fourteen ]
[ 15 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage four
[ tagged ] misery
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Vagabond flicked one long ear back as Tuka called out, demanding a stallion. The older mare snorted against her sorrel pelt- not that she minded, but bring such open attention to themselves could draw less that satisfactory suitors. She would learn this one day, but Tuka had always been eager to get what she wanted when she wanted- and she really wanted a stallion right now. So did Vagabond, in truth. The mare was in her last stages of heat and would take any stallion who wandered by as the father of her next foal, but she was considerably more picky when it came to choosing a stallion to harbor with. And she only worked off first impressions- if you did not make a good first impression on the judgmental mare, you could consider your chances crushed. It didn't take long for her call to be answered by that of a stallion, and Vagabond could only hope it wasn't some fool. She remained grooming her young companion, all but ignoring Misery until he reached out to her, in which the shorter mare swung her muzzle around and gave him a nip on the tip of his nose. She wanted to make things very clear right now that she was always boss- and if he didn't respond well to that show of dominance, her and Tuka would be leaving. Vagabond lowered her ears half-way against her head with a snort before relaxing again, dark eyes critically studying him for a reaction.
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[ 15.3 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage four
[ tagged ] misery
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It seemed Tuka's request for a stallion would not go unanswered. Shortly after her own demand for a stallion to take notice of them, the familiar rasping call of one filled the air in response to her. The pretty sorrel mustang slapped her thick, heavily scented tail against one hip and took a tentative step forwards as she waited. Soon he came into view- a tall dapple stud with the lean body of a sportier horse- quite the difference from her compact, hardy figure. She was a full fledged American Mustang after all, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. Tuka watched him approach the whole way, snorting as Vagabond gave him a light warning. In her mind, he was a stallion and that was good enough for her. While Vagabond stared the stallion down, Tuka gave a second snorted and stepped forward. She lifted her muzzle up to nose his neck, lipping at the ends of his wispy mane, her wet nostrils flared to take in his scent. She would need to be familiar with it. Tuka nibbled at the grey hair along his deep chest for a few moments, dark eyes inspecting him. He was handsome, though underweight- it was to be expected after winter though. Tuka and Vagabond had spent their last four months in the greedy hands of humans, so the pair of them her perfectly healthy- maybe even a little more plump than usual. Satisfied with what she found the young sorrel mare let out a squeal and turned her rump to him, thick tail brushing against his chest as she lifted in to the side. She was deep into her last stage of heat, and there was only one thing on her mind.
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[ twelve ]
[ 15.2 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage two
[ tagged ] open
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Charlotte's thick black tail was clamped firmly down, nostrils flared in a heavy snort that ruffled the grass around her lowered muzzle. The spitfire of a mustang mare stood calmly under the shadow of a tree, plucking at the lush, waxy grass that danced around her maw, tickling her slightly. She had recently gone back into heat and was doing everything in her power not to be found by a stallion- not until was in a deeper stage. It had been a very long time since she'd not been in a herd and the mare was enjoying the peace that not having a stallion pestering you for foals and attention provided. She would welcome the company of a mare happily if one wandered by, but if a stallion wanted her, he'd have to snake her. Though being a mustang, she wasn't the fastest horse on the range, so it really wouldn't be that difficult if a sportier stud came after her. The thought made Charlotte stomp one off against the ground in irritation, ears pinning back against her skull as she ripped at the grass. Hopefully it would be a few days before any stallions came knocking, then she would be deeper in heat and in a better mood- or rather, not inclined to tear them a new one for disturbing her peace.
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[ 15 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage three
[ tagged ] rythan
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Stella picked up her dusty grey hooves and took on an easy canter towards Rythan's other mare. She was ready to be in a herd again, for sure, and the idea of having the protection and affection of a stallion drew a quiet, gleeful nicker from her muzzle. She let his gentle muzzle nudge her in the direction he wished her to go, coming to a halt near Nix as the spotted mare rolled herself in the dirt on the bank of the watering hole. Stella let out a low, friendly nicker as a greeting to her, ears twitching curiously atop her dark head. Company was always better than being alone, especially if said company was calm and kind like she hoped this mare would be. The pretty little Arabian cross turned her muzzle around to look at Rythan at her side with a questioning glance- surely they should move from this area now that he had them both rounded up. Stella had never been a lead mare, so for a moment she remained patiently still, not making the move to take them elsewhere.
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[ ten ]
[ 14.2 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] rust
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage four
[ tagged ] rust
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Alice swung her head to the side as she heard the sound of heavy drumming hooves thundering over the earth towards her. The gorgeous little Arabian mare searched desperately for the culprit, and finally her crystal blue eyes landed on the mustang stallion who was racing towards her as if on a mission. Having caught her breath from her previous run, Alice let out a high pitched squeal and bucked out with long back legs, cantering forwards a ways to meet him halfway before stopping again with her tail high and hooves placed far apart. He was a handsome stallion- but what she liked most about him what that he was an older one- experienced and versed in the ways of herds, hopefully. Alice didn't like young stallions, not at all. They were too inexperienced and cocky. Alice accepted his presence just as soon as he appeared, liking the look of the strong mustang. She swung her body completely around, slapping her wispy black tail against his chest with a nicker and bobbing her head up and down. And formalities he wanted to complete could be done after she was covered- for that was the only thing on her mind right now.
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[ 17.3 hands ]
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[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage two
[ tagged ] open
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The tall spotted mare had her head lowered to the ground, rubbery lips pulling roughly as the grass as she grazed, faintly scented tail swishing back and forth against her hocks. From a distance, Raven looked like your average Appaloosa with a pretty spotted pelt and elegant features, but when you got closer and closer to the mare one realized the sheer size of her and power contained within her muscular body; she was half Shire, after all. Her father had been one, and he was a force to be reckoned with- he was kind and gentle and loving to his herd, but he was terrifying in battle against other horses. Brutal, merciless. Stallions of lighter, quicker breeds would often come at him trying to out maneuver him, use their speed and wit to win a battle and take his herd. He always crushed them. Raven adored her father; he had been her role model, and she had left him with a heavy heart when she turned three, but she knew she had too. If she wanted any kind of a future, she needed to strike out on her own. Raven had spent a few years with a stallion, but he had died come last winter, and now the mare was alone again. She didn't mind, though if company found her she wouldn't protest.
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[ 16 hands ]
[ lone mare ]
[ stallion ] none
[ foals ] none
[ heat ] stage three
[ tagged ] open
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Sparrow jumped slightly, skidding a few steps to the side with a squeal. The sound of distant fighting started up all of a sudden, startling the one-grazing mare. She had lost her mother during winter, they had been separated during a storm, so for the last few weeks Sparrow had been very stressed and jumpy and skittish. She needed a friend- someone to put up with her and look out for her, because she did not do well alone. Sparrow needed to have someone to depend on, to be there for her when she got scared or nervous, and that had been her mother. But, try as she might, Sparrow had never been able to reconnect with the little black Arabian. She pinned her ears with a sigh, letting her rich brown eyes crawl out over the horizon. The fighting died down just as quickly as it had started, a mere dispute, and Sparrow was left flicking her tail against her haunches in a constant nervous rhythm, ears lowered half-way against her skull and eyes wide. She didn't know what to do, honestly.
