- Ivy and Sola
-Mare/ filly • -11 years/a few hours • - stage 1 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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Ivy nodded. "Goodbye Chase. I wish you well." She glanced at Cerberus, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ivy decided, for the sake of both of them, she'd act like she was snaking Chase away. That way Cerberus would think she'd won, not told Chase to leave. That way he wouldn't chase after the mare and her young filly. Ivy knew he was in a bad mood, especially because of Salem, and she didn't want to see him mad. Ow. Pain ran through Ivy's abdomen and she trotted away from the herd. It seemed to have come so soon. Ivy's maw dropped, a gasp falling from her mouth. Once she was far enough from the herd, Ivy laid gently onto the ground. She sighed. -fade- Ivy kept her head down for a moment before hearing a soft nicker behind her. She looked up to see a beautiful filly. Ivy nickered to the filly and turned around, beginning the groom her. She was a chestnut sabino. Ivy nickered gently to the filly when she'd cleaned her off. Ivy stood up protectively, looking for signs of danger. She pushed the filly gently, asking her to stand. Ivy nipped at the filly's legs. "I think I'll name you Sola." She sighed and continued pushing Sola to stand up.
Sola squealed at the nipping and stood up eventually, a bit slowly and on wobbly legs. She attempted at walking around on her long legs before falling. Of course, ever curious, she got up again. Sola began to nurse, filling her empty belly. It was warm here. She looked to her mother, who gently nudged her. "Mama." She nickered, and continued nursing. Her mama was huge compared to herself, would she ever get that big? Would she be the color of her mama some day? Sola was confused a little. She was mostly hungry though, so she continued to nurse. Finally she stepped away and looked around. In the distance was a small herd. "Who are they mama?"
Salem
-Colt • -1+year •- no mares, too young • -tags; Herd
__________________________________________________ Salem squealed after the first nip. It had been rather painful. The pinto yearling snorted and bucked at the following nips. He didn't want to leave! Salem snorted and galloped back towards the herd again. He made a beeline for his mother, hoping she'd protect him. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to get killed. Why was Cerberus so mad? He was just doing what he'd seen Cerberus doing! Salem bucked once more, knowing Cerberus was out of range. Salem cowered behind his mother. He snorted. He'd at least take one mare with him if he had to leave. Who though? Maybe Chase. She was distracted now anyways. Or maybe Nightingale. She was pretty. Cerberus seemed to not like her much anyways. Salem squealed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He trotted out towards the edge of the herd nervously. He was genuinely afraid now. The pinto colt pawed at the ground worriedly.
Jericho-stallion • -15 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn,Taffy),Sunny
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Jericho snorted, noticing the stallion was still trailing the herd. Jericho pinned his ears angrily and snorted once more. The bachelor was a few meters away from the herd, but it was obvious he'd been trailing them. The clydesdale observed the bachelor for a moment. They'd be an equal match, being both draft horses and around the same age. However, Jericho probably had much more experience than the paint bachelor. The bay stallion snorted once more. He wasn't in discomfort, simply annoyed. He didn't want this stallion near his herd, with the danger of snaking. Jericho trotted over with his head low and nipped the stallion hard, on the wither. He snorted, his ears still pinned flat to his head. The bay lashed his legs out towards the bachelor, aiming to contact either the ribs or shoulder. Either way it would be painful, but Jericho could break a rib easily. The shoulder would be painful for the bachelor, but he'd be able to fight back if he desired to. Jericho snorted and backed up, aiming to move away from any moves the gypsy vanner might try to make. Jericho swung his rump and flung out his back legs towards the stallion. They most likely wouldn't make contact as he was further away now, but they were a warning. Nobody messes with Jericho's mares. He swiveled, once more facing the palomino paint and snorted. His brute force wouldn't work as well as on, say, an Arabian. However, his knowledge and experience would pull him out easily in this situation. The possibility of Fable returning also lingered in his mind. He wouldn't let her return to see him empty handed, with no mares. Besides, he'd easily win. Clearly, if this stallion was a bachelor, he didn't have much experience in claiming mares. Jericho didn't mind him trailing much, but he'd have to stay much further back. Jericho couldn't trust any stallions besides himself around his mares. He snorted and pawed at the ground angrily.
He could see a lone mare nearby out of the corner of his eye. Being that she was close, he snaked her a bit towards his herd, and nickered, "one moment dear," before turning to the bachelor once more. He hadn't made enough space for the bachelor to steal mares because the lone mare had been rather close. Jericho snorted and pawed at the ground once more.
Dove andMuerto
- mare/colt • - 4 years old/2months • - Muerto, stage 2 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery,Rain,Chase
_____________________________________________________ Dove sighed. "I'm glad you're okay. Thank you Amadeus." Dove let him lean on her shoulder. "He is isnt he? I named him Muerto. I hope that's alright. You weren't there to help me namenhim and he couldn't go without a name of course!" Dove gently nudged Washington and nibbled at his neck, continuing to support him and hold him up. "You should eat something. You've gotten weak over winter." She'd stay. Dove didn't want to leave him anyways. Dove didn't know about Flannery, but she refused to leave her stallion. Although shy, she was loyal. Dove nudged Muerto gently while he was nursing. "This is your father, Washington." She tugged at his mane playfully before seeing a mare and filly approaching. She nickered towards the mare. Maybe she'd join their herd- or maybe she'd join Amadeus. She had no way of knowing of course.
The little colt snorted and trotted out towards the filly. He was much younger than her, but he didn't mind. He nipped her mane once more, but lightly. It would hurt a bit, but not much at all. He just wanted to play anyways, not hurt her. He tossed his head and trotted around her happily, before running off towards his mother once more. He reared and stomped onto theground happily. This was the life. Warm weather, flowers, and playmates! Muerto began nursing hungrily, seeing that the filly was asking he mother whether she could play with himself. The silver colt shook his blonde mane excitedly, his dark coat rippling. Muertoplopped onto the ground and poked his nose at a little white butterfly before leaping up and trotting after it. What was this creature? It floated along in the air daintily, and occasionally landed on the little white flowers. Curiously, he opened his mouth and caught the butterfly. It tasted nasty! Muerto spat it out and pinned his ears, wringing his short tail and returning to his mother.
Echo
-mare-•-4 years old -•-no foals, stage 0 heat-•-Riot-•-tags: Herd, Vagabond's herd
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Echo snorted, seeing a large herd in the distance. It was led by two stallions and they seemed to be heading towards Riot's herd. Riot was nervous clearly. Echo snorted at his nips and lightly kicked out towards him. She hated being pushed around, especially by stallions. Echo wouldn't go into the bushes if Harley didn't go into the bushes. Who knows what could be back there? Echo snorts, seeing her and two other mares go into the bushes. Maybe she should go too. No, none of the other mares were going. Echo stayed where she was boredly on the treeline. She was a follower most of the time, but she didn't care much right now. The dappled arabian mare looked to Harley with confusion in her eyes before dropping her head to the ground. She was clearly not wanted here anyways. Echo snorted. She'd be better off in the two stallion's herd anyways, more protection. She'd never get the attention she wanted, but at least she'd be appreciated. Echo looked back at Riot and then began to graze annoyedly. He was so panicked! He'd stand no chance against the pair of stallions anyways. Echo scraped up against a tree, itching her flank before rolling on the ground. All these annoying flies! She stood up once more and blew air through her nose, waiting for the stallions to finally reach the herd.
Marielle
-•-Mare-•-13-•-stage 0 heat-•-Mark-•-tags;Herd
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Marielle snorted seeing the two stallions attack. She was scared a bit, but mainly emotionless. She had to do something to help Mark. She immediately snaked Pandora away, seeing the bachelors had no interest in her, probably because of her eyesight. Marielle led her by her shoulder, away from the rest of the commotion. The roan mare also began to snake Lady, who was in the way along the path. She snorted and trotted further away from the fighting and other mares, hiding them among the treeline. "Mark will lose this fight. He'll at least have us left." Marielle nibbled Pandora's mane gently. "Are you alright dear? You must be startled." She sighed and dropped her head to graze. They wouldn't be noticed here and she was hungry anyways. After a few mouthfuls, Marielle raised her head again. She watched the stallions fighting. Mark was doing well, but the submissive stallion hadn't began helping yet. He had yet to lose- but he would. Marielle sighed. There was too much competition in the bachelors' herd anyways. She would never earn her rank as lead with what, fourteen mares? The roan watched over the pair of mares, while observing the fight. Nothing would get them here. Marielle either hadn't had enough time or was flustered, she would've grabbed more of the mares. She sighed. She had done her best at least. Willow was gone, meaning there was no longer competition. She could freely be lead, without having to fight for the right.
Niah
-mare-•-3-•-heat stage 0-•-Griffin-•-tags;herd,Petrova,Pilgrim
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Niah nodded at Griffin's comment. "It is. It's certainly a nice break from winter too. It's so warm and the birds are flitting around. The flowers start blooming as well. I love spring!" The appaloosa mare smiled, sitting down in the grass and tucking her legs underneath her. She watched as robins flew over the meadow cheering and chasing after each other. Hey we're interesting. They were grey with red bellies and darker heads. A rabbit hopped past warily. It was cute to Niah, if a bit distracting. It was brown and soft looking. Niah smiled and flicked her ear. Bugs had started to return. It was annoying, but then there were butterflies as well. Their vivid colors were like a burst of happiness. Niah sighed and continued looking around untill her peace was disrupted by a certain clydesdale stallion. Niah stood up, seeing Dawn being snaked away by him. He was larger and older than Griffin. What would Griffin do? "Griffin, look!" She snorted at the bay and turned to Griffin. "He took Dawn!" Niah snorted and pawed at the ground. She didn't care much, and wouldn't do anything, being she was a mare. She didn't want to lose Dawn though. She seemed nice, and kind. Was it Normal to let a stallion just snake you away like that? It must be if Dawn was doing so. She'd let Griffin snake her away. But- because her herd didn't want her. Niah pondered it for a moment. She watched Griffin, wondering what he'd do.
Liannah
Mare-13-pregnant-Aden- tags; herd,Marks herd, Vagabonds herd
______________________________________________________Liannah nodded. "I think a meadow would be a good place to start. Most horses are probably hungry from the winter." She shook her mane free of dirt and began at a slow trot towards the fields she knew of. She herself was pregnant, as well as the other two mares. They needed to go slowly. It wasn't worth the risk of injuring the unborn foals with all the bouncing around, just to go faster. The tobiano mare showed even further as they neared the field. There would surely be horses nearby. "There should be herds here. I'm not sure where but- whoa." She paused, seeing a large herd of fifteen or so mares. "How about that herd? The stallion is busy fighting another, you could snake a mare or two away while he's busy." Liannah blinked and looked again at the herd. Was she seeing this right? One stallion had such a huge herd? She then noticed there was another bachelor with him, probably his brother. All the same, they were distracted.
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Mare-8-heat stage 2-lone mare- tags; don felipe
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Kathida trotted across the hilly plains, her hooves loving the feel of soft grass underneath them. She had never been anywhere like this really. She'd been in shows or a barn all her life, simple dirt arenas. They were quite gross actually, the dust would get lodged in her perfect white coat! She loves her coat being perfect of course, what mare didn't? The Marwari showed seeing a stallion. He was stocky, and definitely older than herself. She perked her curved ears towards him, watching his little display. She wondered whether he had experience, being that he had no mares. Perhaps he'd just stayed in his barn over winter like herself. There had been plenty of hay, and no predators were willing to cross the roads, where the hind walking creature's monsters were sleeping. They were large and shiny, with wheels. The hindealkers would just let the monsters eat them right up, before getting spit out again when the monster returned. It was a strange thing, certainly. Anyways, the monsters had seemed to scare off most predators heading her way. She'd had a peaceful winter, and now she had to find the stallion most fit for herself, being the best mare in the lands of course. She trotted around him, her head held high as she observed the stallion's display. His mane and tail were in good shape, however his coloration wasn't ideal. He was some sort of Frisian mix, not a purebred like herself. Kathida snorted, and paused, continuing to watch him. He was strong and large, he could protect her- but what wasn't his personality? She didn't like his breed or coloration particularly. Kathida needed to find a stallion soon however. He was only half Friesan, clearly, so at least her foal wouldn't have the hideous curly mane. As long as her foal had her curved ears she'd be satisfied. If he or she was pure white- even better. She had to carry on her magnificent bloodline, she was a true Marwari, an excellent specimen, as her hindwalkers had said. Kathida held her head high. Perhaps he'd do. Perhaps.
