Mountain Mustangs || Horse Role || Open & Accepting

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Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Open

Flint swiveled his ears, pawing at the damp soil with his hoof. He snorted before turning, starting at a trot. He approaches the only water source he knew in the area; The gushing river. The water was beginning to slightly overflow from all the snow melting into the river. The bachelor arrived at his destination, pausing at the shore. He lowered his head, hooves sinking into the sandy soil, and consumed some of the water. The liquid felt like ice in his throat, and he had to pull away before it made his mouth and throat numb. Flint pricked his ears as he scanned the area.


Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: Open

Acorn snapped at her shoulder, a fly buzzing away in panic. Since it was Spring, the flies would only become more plentiful and annoying. She snorted with distaste, tail flicking to rid herself of the other fly and to spread her still-light scent. The mare pricked her ears, gaze scanning the area around her. When she found nothing, she shook her mane and walked forward. Her slow gait quickened, changing to a trot, then a canter. Soon, she was galloping at top speed, brown-and-green grass rushing past her. Acorn relaxed her muscles during the run, enjoying herself. After a long, stuffy winter where you can barely run, it felt good to gallop freely.

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→ ѕнe called нlm w ι l d ғ ι r e ← I bachelor I stallion I tags; open

the stallion was cantering over the field. his hooves rhythmically hit and lifted on the grassy ground. he slowed when he found a stream and drank from it. he trotting from the stream, scanning the hills for a mare or two. he didn't want to run into a stallion that's for sure.

→ wιllow ← I lone mare I tags; open I heat stage; 2

willow walked along a stream, her hooves kicking up dirt and dust. she started to cantering, until she reached a bend in the stream. she reached down to drink the water. it was icy cold but willow drank it anyways because she was so thirsty. she began grazing underneath a rugged tree.

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Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow

Flint pricked his ears as he heard soft hooves, head turning to find a mare a considerable distance away. He swiveled his ears before tensing his muscles. Should I go after her? He wondered, watching as she trotted under a dead-looking tree to graze. The stallion finally decided to at least get company, and made his way towards her. His gait was calm and casual, lacking the excitement of the usual stallions' strides. Flint finally reached her and let out a nicker of greeting. He turned and lowered his head, teeth nipping at the food source right under their hooves.


Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: Open

Acorn swiveled her ears, checking for danger once more while she ran. She eventually slowed down, chest heaving for breath. When air filled her lungs, she began to breath normally. The mare shook her ruffled mane, tail flicking out of instinct. She trotted forward a yard or two before stopping, head lowering to nip at the replenishing blades of grass. They were more bitter than sweet right now, but they were food. The taste filled her world as she munched, slowly filling her empty stomach that craved fresh and nutricious food.

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→ wιllow ← I lone mare I tags; flint I heat stage; 2

willow, at first, flinched when she saw the stallion heading towards her. she decided he wasn't a threat when he just started to graze so she continued grazing. the grass tasted sweet to her as she grazed. her ears flickered as she listened to sound of the stallion eating.

→ ѕнe called нlm w ι l d ғ ι r e ← I bachelor I stallion I tags; acorn

he trotted over to her, coming up from behind her. he let out a nicker of greeting. he started grazing near her. maybe he could trick her... he looked at her.

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Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow

Flint noticed the mare relax, a ripple of ease flowing through him. "Where's you herd?" He asked in a curious voice, a hint of wariness in his voice. The stallion continued to graze, not glancing up even when he spoke to the mare. He swiveled his dark ears as he turned, searching for more grass. He paused by a clump and munched on the blades, wondering how fast the plants would grew. The horses would need a lot of food to replenish and become stronger again, after all.


Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: WildFire

Acorn tense as a stallion approached. She swiveled her ears as she heard his nicker of her greeting. She cast him a hostile glance before resuming her grazing. All the peaceful feelings she had felt earlier were now encased in a wary box. The mare walked forward a foot or two, searching for grass. She paused, munching on the fresh blades. Acorn swiveled her ears, refusing to look at the stallion. When she was younger, she would've bounded around and acted like she was his best friend. Now, she refuses to even acknowledge him.

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→ wιllow ← I lone mare I tags; flint I heat stage; 2

"i don't have a herd," she managed to choke out. she ate another blade and looked up at him in the mist of her unease. her ears swerved, picking up their conversation. she moved to another big patch of grass, munching the dirty strands.

→ ѕнe called нlm w ι l d ғ ι r e ← I bachelor I stallion I tags; acorn

wild fire muttered some unreadable under this breath about her being "stubborn." he lifted his head and trotted away. he would have to get another mare, he thought. he turned back to look at her, from a distance. she was beautiful, he thought.

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Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow

Flint felt the mare's uneased aurora return with his question. He decided to stay silent, for the mare and his comfort. He flattened his ears as he snorted, the clump of glass revealing a wet nest of dew from the morning. The stallion flicked his tail, a fly camoflauged with his coat fleeing. He moved on to another clump, his muzzle black from the dew. Silence coated the area, much to his pleasure. Who liked noise every moment of the day, anyway?


Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: Open

Acorn's ears swerved as he muttered something. She picked up, 'stubborn' and felt a flash of pride. Didn't expect me to refuse, did you? She truimphed. The mare returned to her grazing with an eased and relaxed sigh. She shook out her mane, snorting as dew coated her muzzle. She drew her head up, gaze sweeping over the area in a danger check. The stallion that called her stubborn was still near, his gaze still trained on her. Acorn snorted with distaste and resumed grazing. Stallions. All the same,

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Willow I lone mare I tags; Flint

she calmed down and began to relaxing after a bit. she even started grazing near he was. she still kept an eye on him but was relaxed. she ate another patch of grass. she felt almost full. she paused to look at the stallion. she continued on but wondered if he wanted her in his herd.

Wild Fire I bachelor I tags; Acorn

he grazed near the valley close to where she was. he wanted to start a herd and he was determined that she would join him. he paused to look at her. or he could get another mare. still, he might as well try. he continued grazing.

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Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow

Flint could feel the burning heat of the mare's gaze on his stormy coat. He made no comment, not even a twitch of his ears. He moved forward a bit, turning to another clump. His stallion instincts were fighting for dominance, but Flint's personallity kept it at bay. The battle raged silently, unknown by all except the stallion himself. He raised his head once the pang of hunger disappeared like a ghost. Since he had spent all Winter starving until his ribs shone, he shouldn't gorge himself since his stomach wasn't use to being full.


Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: WildFire

Acorn noticed how the stallion, still in her area, started to graze though he kept his eyes on her. She flattened her ears at him and turned away, facing the opposite direction. She walked forward a pace, eventually pausing to lower her bay head. The mare flicked her tail out of instinct, one of her front hooves pawing at the ground. Once the hunger was gone, she stopped grazing and raised her head, a few blades of grass attached to her dark muzzle sleek with dew. Acorn snorted and rubbed her head against her coat, the blades falling back to the ground.[/i]