( sorry for the lacking posts, they were kind of rushed xc )
ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＡＫＥ ＤＥＡＬＳ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥ ＤＥＶＩＬ
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--------( misery )
--------( stallion )
--------( sixteen )
--------( bachelor )
--------( mares ) tuka
--------( coverings ) one
--------( tags ) vagabond, tuka
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the dappled stallion let a slight squeal escape his rubbery lips, surprised at the mare's actions. he pinned an ear towards her, though that was all. he was smart enough to know that upsetting mares only used more energy as he would then have to snake. misery pricked his ears back forward as the young sorrel mare approached him, scented tail swishing against her sides. his wet nostrils flared, lowering his head slightly to be at the mare's level. he pressed his muzzle to her neck as well, snorting against the coarse fur, placing his scent on her. as she lipped at his mane, the stallion snorted lightly, wispy tail flicking behind him as the mare continued to nibble at his broad chest. he took a step closer to her, grazing his teeth along her shoulder and up to her withers, claiming the pretty little mare. in a matter of seconds, a squeal entered his ears, and a tail was flicked against his face. misery blew out air from his nostrils a few times before taking a step towards the mare, nosing her flank roughly in anticipation.
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the dappled stallion fell heavily to the ground, a content snort leaving his nostrils. obviously the sorrel mare was his now, or at least in his mind she was. now he just needed to convince the older of the two.
ＳＡＶＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＴＡＫＥＳ Ａ ＨＥＲＯ
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--------( soldier )
--------( stallion )
--------( fourteen )
--------( bachelor )
--------( mares ) none
--------( coverings ) zero
--------( tags ) electra, juliette,
--------night, crystal
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suddenly, nickers and scents were directed towards the palomino warmblood mix, making his wet nostrils flare. he snaked his head towards the younger bachelor by his side, biting him hard on the flank, wanting him to leave. the bay stallion let out a surprised squeal, bolting forward, back towards the bachelor herd. now, soldier turned his body around and there before him stood four mares. this was great! nickering happily, he approached the mare closest to him, a beautiful sooty palomino mare, though not that deep into her cycle. with a toss of his matted white mane, the handsome bachelor extended his muzzle towards her, taking in her scent before pressing his muzzle to her neck. soldier didn't waste time, he liked to get straight to the point. he drew his head back before taking a step towards the mare, nudging her shoulder to get her moving. he hoped she would follow, but he wanted to greet the others as well. drawing his legs forward, he moved towards the mare and her daughter, he assumed. soldier stopped in front of the chestnut mare, extending his muzzle to hers, breathing in her scent. she was late into her cycle, it was driving him crazy already. he threw his front leg out with a low squeal, showing slight dominance, white tail flicking against his haunches in an excited way. he nosed the mare's shoulder slightly rough, driving her and her daughter towards the last mare. she was young in age and had a cream colored coat, black down her legs and some white patches along her body. with a nicker, he brought his muzzle towards her, taking in her scent before snorting against her neck. what was he to do now? he took a step back from the mare, before nickering to the chestnut and her filly. she was the oldest out of the group, hopefully he could claim her and she would become his lead.
ＵＮＥ ＶＯＬＯＮＴＥ ＦＯＲＴＥ
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--------( dani )
--------( mare )
--------( nineteen )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage four
--------( tags ) dakota, savior
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the older appaloosa mare pricked her ears towards the sound of a nicker, was someone finally coming to meet her? with a delighted whinny, dani lifted her head from the grass, dark mocha eyes looking out towards a handsome sorrel pintaloosa stallion. he looked sort of young, but he was a stallion none the less, he would do. flicking her white tail against her haunches, the mare took a few steps towards him, allowing him into her presence. if she really wanted to, she could run him off easily, seeing as she was old enough to be his mother. but she had no need for that, she had wanted a stallion and a stallion is what she got. she met the distance with him, extending her velvety muzzle out to his, nostrils flaring, taking in his scent. with a light squeal, the older mare walked a few more steps forward, her muzzle touching his withers. she flicked her tail, now closer to him, spreading her scent even more. dani knew what she was doing, she had done this so many times before. no stallion would be able to resist, and she didn't want them to. she blew some air out of her nostrils onto his back before nibbling at his matted fur on his hip, grooming the handsome stallion. as she groomed the pintaloosa, another stallion came up on her flank, making her squeal slightly in surprise. she sidestepped from the younger male, taking the slight time she had to look over the new male. he was older, but not by much. his coat was a rich bay color. she really didn't mind who she was going with, she just wanted to be covered. with a snort, dani moved herself away from the stallions, not wanting to get caught up in their dispute.
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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the painted mare continued to trot forward, a loud call entering her perked ears. it was loud and sounded powerful, this was perfect. with a slight snort, octavia let a high pitched whinny escape her rubbery lips, calling back to the one who had responded to her call. in a few short moments, the mare's eyes found a handsome stallion before her, his coat grullo in color. she proceeded towards the stallion, skipping the formalities and pressing her muzzle to his neck. she blew air onto his coat, putting her scent on him before lipping at the black strands of his mane. her long tail slapped against her painted haunches, hopefully he knew what she was wanting.
ＳＷＥＥＴ ＥＶＥＲＧＲＥＥＮ ＴＲＥＥ
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--------( juniper )
--------( mare )
--------( ten )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage two
--------( tags ) open
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ＬＩＶＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＥＲＥ ＩＳ ＮＯ ＴＯＭＯＲＲＯＷ
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--------( ava )
--------( mare )
--------( seven )
--------( lone mare )
--------( herd ) none
--------( status ) stage two
--------( tags ) open
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ＭＹ ＷＡＬＬＳ ＡＲＥ ＭＡＤＥ ＯＦ ＳＴＯＮＥ
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ＳＨＥ'ＬＬ ＢＥ ＣＡＬＬＩＮＧ ＷＩＬＤＦＩＲＥ
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--------( xìnrèn | cendres )
--------( mare | filly )
--------( three | two )
--------( lone mare | lone mare )
--------( herd ) none | none
--------( status ) stage two | three
--------( tags ) cendres | xìnrèn
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two young mares walked along, side by side, facing the wild together. they had been in captivity their whole life, never experienced the taste of the wild. one of them, a lovely palomino mare, was only a mere three years old, and her sister, a dark bay tobiano, was only two, still a filly. xìnrèn had been put in the role of mother for her younger sister, cendres. they had escaped the ranch when a wild stallion busted down the paddock fence, snaking the two mares away. at the time, xìnrèn was only two and her sister a yearling. she was bred too soon and her foal was killed in the winter, that put a big knife through her heart. she became closed off towards others, and she wanted to protect her sister for as long as possible. the palomino mare nudged her sister's painted side, wanting her to stop being so loud. she knew what she was going through, her first cycle, but it was far too risky to breed at such a young age. cendres lowered her head slightly in submission, though wanted to know why she was feeling like this. with a snort, the painted mare pranced off ahead of her sister, a loud snort escaping her nostrils. xìnrèn rolled her eyes, pinning her ears back, young mares never understood.
