♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) Open and Accepting!

[tauriel.]

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[female - calm - lone mare - heat stage 3]

[tags/mentions: Electra, Lorenzo]

Cinder relaxed, enjoying the warmth of spring. She wasn't grazing long before Lorenzo approached. Lifting her head, she studied him a moment before she allowed the grooming. She'd come back into heat early this season which might account for her softening towards him.

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[male - bored - bachelor - 0 coverings/mares

[tags/mentions: Grace and Mizh]

Okami's ears flicked back slightly, appraising the situation quietly. The lead mare, Grace, no doubt would've preferred an older stallion but Mizu seemed friendlier towards him. When they reached the water source, he paused, eyes locked the on the battling stallions until they moved on. Relaxing, he moved towards Grace, offering the mare a hopeful nicker.

(I was a bit confused with Okami's post since Remix had the herd near Vagabond + Karlos but they were busy fighting Mark so Okami's herd was safe. I've got it now. )

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[mare - feeling calm - Riff's herd - heat stage 3]

[tags/mentions: Herd]

Fortunately, Secret didn't seem to mind Ohanzee's display of dominance and as expected, young Zola was showing the proper displays of respect a young yearling should show their elders. Ohanzee gave the young filly a friendly nicker. Flashes of movement caught her eye and Ohanzee looked over to see Pepper and Secret leaving. It wouldn't be long until they both returned with their foals.
Turning her attention to Riff, she offered him a friendly nicker. Enjoying the grooming, she moved to groom him back. They'd come along way from when they'd first met. A sense of trust had formed and Ohanzee had completely accepted him as her stallion. Ears flicking, she lifted her head, softening at the sight of Pepper and her newborn filly. "Congratulations Riff," Ohanzee murmured softly to him. "She's a beautiful filly." Backing off to allow him time to bond with the filly, Ohanzee headed towards Zola, nickering to greet the filly. "Zola right? I'm Ohanzee. It's nice to meet you."

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[mare - curious - lone mare - heat stage 2]

[tags/mentions: Open]

-open-

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[Bachelor - calm - 3 mares and 1 foal/ 2 coverings]

tags/mentions: Morning Glory + Texas Rose, Thunder, Milly]

Merlot glanced at Morning Glory as the yearling trotted back to her mother, leaving him with the pretty mare. Merlot greeted her with a friendly nicker, his ears flicking forewards when he scented her heat. -fade-
Nudging the mare gently, he introduced himself. "I'm Merlot." Turning to look at his mares, he said, "Welcome to the herd. That's Thunder, my lead mare and Texas Rose and her yearling filly, Morning Glory."

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[Male - Relaxed - 0 mares/coverings

tags/mentions:

-open-

[color=#]Ｓｉｏｕｘ[/color]

[Mare - Affectionate - Lone mare - hs 2

tags/mentions:

The pair grazed at the edge of a river, the dapple grey mare occasionally lifting her head to scan their surroundings for danger. Sioux had always been a very protective mother, and that was no different with the lovely black yearling at her side. Nimbus was growing quickly, far too quickly for Sioux's taste. The mare still remembered the filly's birth as if it were yesterday. With a soft nicker to Nimbus, Sioux began grooming her coat.

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[Filly - Bored - Lone filly - hs 0

tags/mentions:

Restless legs danced in place as the yearling gazed across the river. Nimbus had plenty of energy to spare but she knew the dangers of straying too far from mom all too well. Back when they'd still been with her sire, one of Nimbus's siblings had been snatched by a mountain lion. The entire herd had become much more protective of the foals they had left. Nimbus and her mother had been separated from the herd during the winter and Nimbus knew Sioux longed to find a new herd to keep them safe.

[eventer]

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xx karlos xx bachelor stallion xx fifteen years xx thoroughbred x mustang x irish draught xx tags ;; herd, kenai, daae, foxy, admiral xx

xx mares ;; skye, eden, amara, lotus, sara, ella, nova, kenickie xx
xx spring foals ;; none xx

karlos stood calmly wit his mares, lifting his head when two mares came intoo view, and but a moment later, a third mare and a foal. he snorted softly a little unsure who to go to first, he whinnied loudly to the mare with her foal, and bowed his head briefly, he meant no harm to her foal, from here he couldn't tell if it was a filly or a colt. but it didn't matter much to him, as long as said foal if a colt wasn't a problem. with a flick of his tail he looked to the two mares who clearly wanted his attention and wanted it now. he nickered loudly to them, and trotted up to them, giving soft nickers as he grew closer, slowing and circling around them, while he wanted them, he wanted them closer towards his herd to avoid any stallions trying to intervene. although, he had checked the area, there had been no stallions in the area, so while he felt safe with his herd,
he wanted these two mares into his herd. he nosed the one who tried to look as pretty as she could, clearly wanting all the attention she could get. he smiled at her softly her, glad she wanted his attention. as he pushed them towards his herd, he nickered softly to his mares, then to the two mares he'd just brought over, nosing the two gently before looking up to the mare with her foal. giving a loud whinny to her again hoping she'd come over, he flicked his tail calmly then looked to the two mares who wanted his attention previously, nickering softly to them. he still needed his mares to sort out who was the lead mare, and for them to do that, he had to let them figure out who one another was.

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xx harley quinn xx mare xx seventeen years xx stallion ;; riot xx status ;; pregnant xx arabian x thoroughbred xx tags ;; herd xx

harley flicked an ear when rev called out, hearing hope's whinnies, harley disbanded from the herd, nickering to riot, telling riot to stay with the herd. with a snort the black mare trotted up to hope, looking at her calmly, she nipped softly at the mares stomach, feeling for movement. snorting softly before looking to the buckskin mare."hope my dear, you must stand. if you do not, you will die." she said calmly, she worried it was colic,
perhaps the mare had eaten a plant she shouldn't have. she snorted gently and began giving soft nips to the mare, only going to get harsher if hope refused to stand. harley wasn't always a gentle mare, when ill, no matter the illness, laying down could cause more problems. she looked to rev, one ear pinned incase rev didn't approve of harley trying to get hope up. but harley would put rev in her place if she tried to stop harley, she was trying to help the buckskin mare.

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xx petrova xx lone mare xx fourteen years xx stallion ;; griffin xx status ;; heat 3 xx selle francais x mustang xx tags ;; herd xx
xx pilgrim xx bachelor colt xx eight months xx mares ;; none xx spring foals ;; none xx selle francais x mustang x thoroughbred xx tags ;; griffins herd, alouette xx

petrova had taken roll of lead mare since dawn had been taken. she flicked her tail and watched as the filly who came up to pilgrim to play. she flicked her tail and pinned as griffin passed her on his way to fable. she flicked her scented tail as he passed her, knowing he'd want to cover her soon, or now. she looked to pilgrim, he was now eight months old, she'd weaned him about a month ago, and he was already proving to be a slight problem. mares were in season, being the bossy dominant mare she was, she had kicked griffin to the curb every time he tried to rid of pilgrim. the dark bay young colt looked up to the chestnut filly in front of him as she spoke. he was already taller than her, he had three maybe four years of growing to do. he flicked his growing thick tail and stretched his nose to the filly, nosing her gently before giving her a soft nip, play wasn't exactly something he had much interest in anymore, but she seemed bored, he'd play for a bit. with a soft nicker he spoke gently, "my name is pilgrim" he half reared up and trotted off, nipping her softly on his way past in a 'tag' kind of play way.

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xx pandora xx herd mare xx fifteen years xx stallion ;; mark xx status ;; heat 0 xx friesian warmblood xx tags ;; herd, galaxy xx

pandora watched as mark gave in to the stallions and watched the stallions leave with thirteen mares. she snorted softly and was distracted when a filly came into view, a beautiful black foal, what was she doing on her own? it was clear, unlike herself where her own foal died, this fillies dam had died. she whinnied gently, the foal looked just like her still born, dark in the coat, and the mare instantly felt her mothering instincts take over, walking up to the filly she stopped the youngster from getting closer to the others and bumped her nose against the body that was in front of her. while her vision was still fading, she could make out small black fragile figure in front of her, she was beautiful. she smelt the filly, taking in her scent before nosing her to her teat so the filly could nurse, flicking her tail she looked up and looked for marks silhouette, giving a soft whinny, it was easier for him to come to her with the two mares he managed to keep, rather than her trying to find him and just get lost. he knew the care she required, she needed someone with her to be her eyes. she flicked her tail and rested her hind leg out of the way for the filly to easily nurse better.

among her time adopting the foal, mark had been beaten, his mares stolen, and mark was already after more mares, after a while he returned towards her, ears flicking back, she stepped around the filly, keeping mark away from her. while he continued to approach, she looked to the filly and went over some names. comet, galaxy, star, venus. galaxy, yes, that one sounded right. she smiled and watched her curiously, nosing the black foal gently before looking up towards marks silhouette. flicking her ears back momentarily, she tried to make out how far away he was from her, but that part of her vision was difficult to make out. with a flick of her scentless tail, she knew mark would be getting a bit thing about making sure she stayed close to him, she'd be in season soon,
after giving birth mares often went straight into their deepest stage, so she knew well, mark wouldn't want her straying to far. but she also knew, that he knew that her vision let her down, she'd wonder from the herd to graze or drink, and then lose track of the herd. flicking her tail calmly she turned and nuzzled the filly softly, lipping over the filly going over her entire body, making out what she looked like through her senses, touching each part of the foals body down to her hooves and up to her ears, before looking to mark to see what he was coming over for.

she was about to speak after he spoke, but didn't when he noticed another mare, with a flick of her tail she let him go after the mare.

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xx denaria xx lone mare xx ten years xx stallion ;; aden xx status ;; heat 3 xx dutch warmblood x mustang xx tags ;; herd, open xx

denaria as the challenge seemed to end, denaria snorted and bobbed her head, looking to see a colt at angels hip. she smiled softly at the young foal and flicked her tail calmly to spread her scent. while she was going to give the stallion some time to watch his colt, watch being she doubted that even a mare who'd been with a stallion for years, wouldn't allow a stallion close for at least a week or two. flicking her tail calmly. she waited patiently before lifting her head, ears pinning at the sound of a group of young bachelor stallions. with a snort, the mare nickered softly to the big black stallion and began to lead the mares away. nosing dahlia and liannah before walking up to adella, nudging her softly to lead them somewhere away from the five or so bachelor stallions, they were young, and at a distance, maybe ranging from 1 to 3 years or so,
but they would be a problem for her stallion if they took notice. denaria clamped her tail down to avoid her scent spreading and attracting the young males.

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xx raylyn xx lone mare xx four years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; heat 3 xx mustang xx tags ;; catcher, comanche xx

raylyn stopped when she realized the stallion wasn't following, and with a soft squeal, the mare trotted around before slowing and grazing quietly, on her own.

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xx tessa xx lead mare xx sixteen years xx stallion ;; jericho xx status ;; heat 2 xx arabian warmblood xx tags ;; herd xx

tessa flicked her tail and moved over when the stallion stole a mare, he was already getting back to work. she watched him curiously and then continued to graze, watching the mare leave to foal, she whinnied softly to her, and then waited calmly for the mare to return.
when she finally did, the mare nickered again to her, and warned jericho not to get to close, but knew well jericho knew not to get to close so wasn't overly worried, but she wanted to know the mare knew that she'd keep her safe if need be.

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xx caribou xx lead mare xx fifteen years xx stallion ;; thowra xx status ;; heat 3 xx anglo arabian xx tags ;; herd xx

caribou stood calmly, flicking her strongly scented tail. bobbing her head briefly as she picked up some dirt in the grass clump. a soft snort leaving her body as she dropped the grass, and moved on to more grass.
she flicked an ear as thowra covered one of the mares, and snorted softly turning her shoulders away from him before flicking her tail knowing it would fire him up, both in a state of wanting to cover her, and in irritation of her spreading her scent for other stallions to find them. she wanted some attention to be honest, she liked being alone, her own time, a lot of lead mares did, but now and then some attention wouldn't hurt. and summer was coming. being bred in late spring was a better idea at the moment. but getting her stallion fired up with hormones was always fun in her opinion.

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xx milly xx lone mare xx eight years xx stallion ;; merlot xx status ;; covered xx thoroughbred x stock horse x mustang xx tags ;; herd xx

milly kicked up her heels slightly when the stallion dismounted, with a soft snort she looked away from the lot and continued to graze calmly. with a soft sigh, the mare walked off a bit, she gave a soft sigh and gently nipped at the grass around her feet, flicking her scented tail around as she grazed. not interacting with the herd, but not stopping them from interacting with her.

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xx paige xx lone mare xx six years xx stallion ;; endeavour xx status ;; pregnant xx mustang x knabstrupper xx tags ;; herd, open xx
xx ezra xx bachelor colt xx newborn xx mares ;; none xx spring foals ;; none xx mustang x knabstrupper x thoroughbred xx tags ;; endeavour's herd xx

paige stood with dementer for a while, after a moment a urge of pain ran through her body, she gave a soft nicker to her stallion and nudged dementer away from the herd. ears pinned back as she moved into the forrest to give birth.
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a little bay appaloosa foal lay at her hip, standing up the mare nudged the foal softly, taking note that it was a dashing colt. she flicked an ear onto dementer making sure the filly was still beside her. she nibbled softly at her colt and after a hour she headed back towards endeavors herd, nudging the two foals softly, they were like twins, only a few days between the two of them.

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xx pearl xx lone mare xx fifteen years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; in heat, 4 xx gypsy cob x clydesdale x thoroughbred xx tags ;; jericho xx

pearl walked along calmly, calling out loudly, she was in such a late stage of her heat she was very interested in any stallion. she came into view of a big bay stallion, and the grey cross bred mare whinnied out to him, showing her interest. however behind her were two young stallions, following her off of scent. while a older stallion was a far better option, she was open to the two young stallions covering her right at the moment. with a soft snort, she kicked out a little bit when one of the two stallions mounted her, a bit of a kicker she was when stallions mounted her. while she allowed it, he was suddenly lunged at by the other young male. with a soft snort she watched the older stallion calmly, in mind hoping he'd come and get rid of the youngsters behind her, but her hormones for the moment didn't care what stallion mounted her.

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xx raven xx lone mare xx ten years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; heat 2 xx mustang x arabian x thoroughbred xx tags ;; open xx

raven ---

[-Floflo le floo-]

♛𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓤𝓢♛

| Only brave kings sacrifice their queens |

|:|Stallion|:|8 Years|:|Akhal- Teke|:|Tags: Herd|:|Herd members: Cricket, Omusa, Chase & Rain|:|

Amadeus was pretty happy that they finally reached a sunflower field. This would make Cricket happy. The stallion trotted around, happily as he looked around. The area was pretty indeed. Chase did a very good job on leading them to the perfect place. He lowered his head down to graze a little bit, but he soon lifted it up and scanned his surroundings. He flicked his tail to get rid of the annoying flies and then trotted over to Chase and he begun to groom her. He thought Chase did a very good job in being lead mare. He was glad to have her.

♛𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓚♛

| I'm sweet when you make me happy, but i'm a killer when you make me angry |

|:|Stallion|:|14 years old|:|Appaloosa|:|Tags: Herd, Arabella|:|Herd members: Lady, Marielle, Pandora, Felicity|:|

''My name is Mark. And they are Lady, Marielle, Arabella and Pandora.'' He said in a friendly tone. The mare was kinda pretty. He loved her coat. He was happy he had found more mares. He was recovering very quickly from his giant loss. But what hurt him the most was... Riz. He missed her. Riz was the one that got him back up and put all her effort into him. He was angry that she got stolen away from him. Maybe one day, he will get her back. And when he does, he will be happy again. But in the same time, he also had Marielle. She put all her trust and love into him- and he appreciated it a lot. He loved all of his mares and he had no idea what he'd do if he would loose them. He'd probably be back at that river, standing there alone with other stallions making fun of him. He looked at Pandora and as he saw there was a tiny foal beside her, he smiled. He let out a nicker to her and then looked back at his mares. ''If you wish, you may stay with us. We'd love to have you both in our herd.''He said, looking at Arabella and Felicity. He trotted over to Pandora, and hopefully, Felicity and Arabella would follow. He looked at Pandora and gently nuzzled her. He then took a step back just in case he'd get kicked- now giving her the personal space she needed. ''The filly is adorable. Are you going to keep it?''He asked, a bit excited.
He loved foals so much!

His head turned as he heard loud hoof steps. He saw a mare in the distance and she seemed to be quite scared or at least bothered by something. Mark let out a very sweet nicker to the mare and waited patiently for her to come closer. He turned around and lifted his amazingly long tail up high, sort of showing it off. He trotted gracefully around and then stopped and looked at the mare again.
He gave her a warm smile and let out another sweet nicker to her. She was pretty. Really pretty. Mark kinda liked her. He waited patiently for her to come closer and if she didn't, he'd trot over to her calmly and introduce himself to her.

♛𝓓𝓘𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓞♛

| Devils are not the only sinners |

|:|Stallion|:|18 years|:|Friesian|:|Tags: Herd|:|Herd members: Elena, Riz, Kenickie, Jolene, Lyric|:|

He snorted quite amused as the mare groomed him. She was young and inexperienced. It amused him. He let out a soft snort and flicked his long, curly tail. The stallion groomed the mare's back, and this time, he asked for permission. But as he was inpatient, Diablo stopped grooming the mare and he soon found something else to distract him. The colt. He would have to get kicked out of his herd as soon as he'd be mature enough to leave! He couldn't have colts in his herd to try and cover all his mares or pick fights with him. He honestly hated Kenickie, but he would have to keep his mother. And to keep her, he'd have to keep the colt ...For now.

♛𝓡𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓞♛

| Roses are red, violets are blue, you're my obsession and i love you |

|:|Colt|:|Newborn|:|Rocky mountain x paint|:|Herd:Riff's|:|Tags: OPEN|:|

The small colt fluttered his pretty, shiny, brown eyes open. He let out a soft snort and slowly lifted his head up.
He blinked a few times and tried to focus on what was around him. He slowly moved his head around, and scanned his surroundings. Romeo looked at a mare that was lying beside him. Probably his mother. He felt uncomfortable as his fluffy coat was still wet. He looked at his mother and gently nudged her to wake up- but no answer. He continued to nudge her to wake up and for some reason, she just ignored him. He snorted and put his head down on the soft grass. Fine. She was't getting rid of him that easily. Not until he'd get some attention and love from her. Romeo waited patiently for her to wake up. But nothing. He let out a whinny that was pretty high pitched, of course. It wasn't that loud, and he tried to make it sound loud... But his efforts were still pretty weak. The little colt soon got bored and he begun to roll through the grass to get himself a bit more dry. He soon tried to stand up but then he ended up falling back down again.

♛ 𝓟𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓒𝓔♛

|We will ever be royal |

|:|Colt|:|Newborn|:|Purebred Spanish horse x friesian|:|Herd: Aden's|:|Tags:Herd|:|

The tiny colt begun to try and stand up again. He let out a soft snort and as he tried to walk, his walk turned into more of a hop again. As he simply couldn't control his tiny legs much, he suddenly bumped into a tall stallion. And apparently, he was his sire. Great. Prince looked up at the stallion and blinked a few times, quite curious of him. The colt begun to try and stand up again.
But this time, it was pretty weird... First of all, he suddenly threw his two back legs out- basically trying to stand up by lifting his bottom first. Then, he lifted both of his front legs, and this time, he was standing up. As he looked back at the stallion, the colt tilted his head. Wait. So his mother was a snowman and he was made out of coal? If so... Then what was himself!? The one and only prince? The tiny colt frowned and walked under his mother. He tripped over himself- but he managed to keep on walking. He begun to nurse and after a while, he stopped. He let out a soft snort and then he suddenly ran out from under her as fast as he could and then he ran back. He managed to suddenly bump back into the tall, dark stallion and he looked up at him again.

♛𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓔𝓛♛

|Friends are kisses blown to us by angels|

|:|Mare|:|8 years|:|Purebred Spanish horse|:|Herd: Aden's|:|Tags:Herd|:|

As she walked back to Aden, the mare chuckled. ''Thank you. I already love him. He is so tiny!''She said, giggling. She watched her colt do all sorts of stupid things, and she giggled as he seemed a bit fed up of his own body.
[''Prince, you amuse me.''She said quietly, looking down at him. As the small foal walked under her,
Angel looked back at Aden who seemed to try and protect them two, really. Probably his fatherly instincts kicked in. The mare flicked her tail and looked down, under her to check on Prince. He seemed to be doing fine, just nursing and doing other things.
As the foal suddenly ran out from under her, Angel was surprised. She didn't expect him to be so fast? Probably he obtained her and Aden's skills. After all, from what she saw, Aden is really strong and fast.

♛𝓢𝓔𝓒𝓡𝓔𝓣♛

|Secrets are mistakes for liars|

|:|Mare|:|15 years|:|Rocky mountain|:|Tags:Romeo,OPEN|:|

As she grazed calmly, she watched Pepper suddenly go away. Secret knew what it was, and it made her excited to see her foal. But suddenly, the mare slightly jumped as she felt a very powerful kick in her stomach. The kick was pretty painful and she never experienced such kick from a foal before. But she knew that whatever it was, the foal would be very strong. Secret felt sudden waves of pain in her stomach, already knowing that her foal would be born. She felt many waves of pain and the mare begun to walk away from the herd, somewhere she could foal calmly. Secret found a pretty place to foal under. There were two white cherry trees and in the middle of the two, there sat a pink cherry tree. The flower pebbles begun to fall beautifully on the ground. She begun to lay on her side under the trees and let out a heavy breath.
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It was a very painful process. Secret had 4 foals before but it never hurt this much. She felt so tired and her heart was racing a little bit too fast. She tried to calm down herself, but she simply couldn't breathe as well as before. After 30 minutes, Secret still felt incredibly weak. She snorted and tried to lift her head up, but her attempts were useless. The mare was beginning to get very scared now. What would happen to her? Would she be okay? Was her foal okay? How long would it take for her to get back to her usual self?
As she asked herself these questions, Secret managed to lift her head up for a second. Beside her, a little foal lay there. Her heart was filled with joy as she looked at what it seemed to be a colt. But it soon got filled with fear and sorrow as she knew that he might get killed. Her Romeo would get killed... Secret couldn't let that happen and whatever it was, she will protect him with all her life. But it took her one minute of simply staring at her handsome colt. She let her head suddenly drop back on the ground,
unaware that this would be the last time she'd get to see this world. Her pretty eyes begun to slowly close, and she let herself fall into a deep, relaxing sleep. Soon, the mare was laying on the ground lifeless. And beside her, there was a small colt that simply had no idea what was happening.

♛𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓖𝓐𝓝♛

|Mornings have no sunrise without you by my side|

|:|Mare|:|14 years|:|Sabino|:|Herd: None//UNCLAIMED|:|Tags: Tyler |:|

As she was trying to cross the river, she heard a voice behind her. She looked at the stallion for a second and then back forwards. She didn't have time for interactions- especially when she was crossing a river with such strong current! ''Sorry, i'm crossing this river. I don't have time for sweet talks.''She yelled, as the water was quite loud.
She could barely even make out what the stallion said but whatever. Morgan took a few more steps forward into the water as she tried to cross the opposite side the stallion was on.

♛𝓛𝓘𝓛𝓨♛

|Flowers blossom only when you smile|

|:|Mare|:|13 years|:|Gipsy Vanner|:|Herd: Basilo's|:|Tags: Herd|:|

''We're going somewhere lovely, dear. Don't worry. We're just finding a better place to go to.'' She said, and gently pushed Ziva beside her. Lily was already happy with her filly. She loved her already and she loved caring for her. She was cute, very tiny and Lily simply thought she was pretty. She'd grow up into a very pretty mare soon. But it would take a long time for her to grow up. So she wouldn't worry about that right now. Things seemed pretty alright for now. The mare kept a good eye on her surroundings and her filly. She stood alert in any cases of dangers.

♛𝓢𝓐𝓥𝓐𝓝𝓝𝓐𝓗♛

|Don't be like a pray. Be smooth like a snake|

|:|Mare|:|12 years|:|Gipsy Vanner|:|Herd: Cerberus'|:|Tags: Herd|:|

The mare nodded and begun to trot back to Cerberus. ''Oh, Cerberus~''The mare said, in a sing-song voice. ''Look what little Inez has~ I believe he's yours? If so, congrats boy!~''She said and stopped trotting. She walked beside her stallion and then looked at Inez, approaching with her colt. ''Isn't he sweet? Just imagine having more foals on their way soon. That includes ours~ Just imagine how cute it would be.''The mare said. ''I personally want a filly...~''She whispered smoothly in his ear.

♛𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓐♛

|The truth is out there but the lies are still in your head|

|:|Mare|:|13 years|:|Gipsy Vanner|:|Herd: Karlos'|:|Tags: Karlo's herd|:|

Amara looked around her and she hoped a stallion would try to snake her away. She wanted to be gone from this herd! She completely hated the two and she thought that the Irish draft was stupid for not giving up and trying to take the mares for himself. He must have some brain damage or something. She really disliked most mares in this herd. She only liked the mares from Jericho's herd because she has gotten used to them. Amara snorted impatiently and pawed the ground, waiting. She let out a whinny, trying to catch another stallion's attention. Preferably one that was watching. She stopped and refused to follow the herd. She remained right where she was. It was weird for stallions to move the herd away- wasn't the lead mare supposed to do that? She lowered her head to graze, refusing to follow at all. This herd was messed up. No lead mare, and there were two stallions leading it- along with tons of mares that were entering her personal space! But now, thinking about it, she missed Jericho. He was so sweet and gentle. She got kinda attached to him and also, she was carrying his foal. She wanted to go back to him, but she had no idea how.

♛𝓖𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣♛

|Your soul will always be free|

|:|Mare|:|18 years|:|Mustang|:|Herd: Wildfire's|:|Tags: Wildfire, Aden's herd|:|

The mare snorted and kicked the tall friesian. She begun to trot away from the two herds annoyed. She went far away from the two and lowered her head down to graze. She spotted a white mare in the distance that was from the bigger stallion's herd.
She must be as fed up as she was, of course. Ghost snorted angrily and pinned her ears back. She already hated the tall stallion and his whole herd. And Wildfire... He was judged because he was ''too young'' to even have mares. It was true, he was young, but the friesian totally wasn't even half smart like he was. Why was such a stallion so weak and scared to fight stallions his size and leave the youngster alone? Probably because he had some brain damage or something.
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[CaffeinatedLlama]

ALOUETTE
Herd foal ♠ 9 months ♠ Herd: Griffin's ♠Mood: Excited ♠ Tags: Herd, Petrova & Pilgrim
IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT.

Alouette nodded when the colt introduced himself. Then when he bit her gently, she giggled and chased after him, nipping him back. It was nice to have a friend, someone to play with. She ran over behind a young black and white appaloosa mare, looking behind her to see if Pilgrim would follow. Even though she was a few weeks older that him, he was already bigger than her, and was beginning to grow proper stallion features, like a longer mane and tail. Her own tail had begun to lose its fluffiness, but her mane was still stubby and short. Jumping on her hind legs in an attempt to rear, she squealed, then ran away to behind a different mare. Playing was fun.

[Λlpha]

Thowra | Brumby | Stallion | 12 Years | Covered: 2 (Artemis & Arya) | Tags: Herd (Artemis, Arya, Caribou & Daesi), Feather & Silouette

A nearby sounding nicker distracted Thowra. "Thank you." He mumbled over his shoulder to Daesi as he turned his attention to a golden-coloured mare who was clearly trying to get his attention. He watched her approach him for a moment, then decided that she was quite pleasing to look at and would fit in nicely with his other mares. He nickered in response and was about to go meet her when he noticed another mare a little distance behind her. Thowra raised his head and pricked his ears in interest. If he thought that the golden-coloured mare was pretty, then this one was drop dead gorgeous. She looked nervous and ready to bolt at any second, but she must have been with the other mare because she seemed hesitant to move away. Thowra frowned in indecision. He could go talk to the golden-coloured mare and risk the other one running off, or round up the pretty mare and risk her anger. He decided that he would round her up. Better safe than sorry! He thought, then took off towards the pretty(er) mare. Thowra made a quick circled around her, then stood in front of her. If she tried to run, he would chase her. She would (judging by her initial reaction to a stallion) be terrified, but as long as he had her, Thowra didn't particularly care. Of course, he did not mean any harm.

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[Insignia.Peril]

Poetry in Motion | Serena | Filly | 1 year | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; not in heat | Tag; open

Reserved for Jericho

Keep on Keepin' on | Kepner | Mare | 4 years | Appaloosa | Herd; none | Foals; Cody | Tag; Aden and Aden's herd (Angel, Dahlia), Cody | Heat stage; not in heat

Reserved for Aden

Long Lost | Lexie | Mare | 6 years | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; 0 | Heat; not in heat | Tag; Silence, Hera

Lexie swiveled her ears toward the sound of another horse. It sounded near, but the mare did not mind as she had tired of being alone. Perhaps they wished to claim her and have her be of some use. She longed for the days she was a companion mare for others - there was not much use for a pasture puff without a pasture. The bay flicked her tail as she lifted her head, chewing on the bite of grass that was in her mouth. It appeared as though she had been spotted by a smaller herd of two; a mustang stallion and a heavily pregnant friesian mare. Both looked younger than herself, and she was a bit skeptical of the stallion for now, so she hoped he would convince her that he was worthy of her time.

Sunset Boulevard | Sunny | Stallion | 15 years | Gypsy Vanner | Mares; Crystal | Coverings; 1 | Tag; Crystal, Princess (mention)

Sunny listened to Crystal's story, noting the hint of sadness in her voice as she spoke of her lost companion. He nodded in understanding. It must have been terrible to lose such a close companion. The stallion groomed her comfortingly. "I am so sorry for your loss. It had been a brutal winter and how terrible it must have been to lose a companion in that manner." He turned his ears as he heard the mare by the stream approach, and the stallion turned to greet the new mare. Not wanting to be rude to Crystal by not answering her question, he nickered reassuringly, letting her know he would continue after he greeted the mare. He had noticed Crystal had called her over, he hoped the mare would not find that odd. It was usually the stallion that did that, but Sunny didn't mind. He was inexperienced, although his age would say otherwise, in the way of courting mares although he had many foals from his life before. This was all different for him. "Hello," he replied to Princess. "My name is Sunny, and this is Crystal," the stallion said humbly. He turned his head to point out the dappled gypsy vanner to the newcomer, showing off a few old scars by doing so. "Who might you be?" He could sense something was a bit different about this mare but he couldn't quite figure out what it was, exactly.

Under Seattle's Lights | Merideth | Mare | 7 years | Arabian | Herd; Basilio's (Juliette, Lily, Ziva) | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; stage 4| Tag; Basilio and herd(Juliette, Lily, Ziva

"Hello, I'm Merideth," the mare replied, noting her behavior was a tad too much. She backed off slightly, standing just far enough away to get a look at the other mares in his herd. One of them looked very unhappy that she was flirting with her stallion. The mare was jet black, and Merideth learned that her name was Juliette. She might be the lead mare of the herd, which would be vital information for Merideth in the future. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Basilio." she added with a sweet smile.

Dash of Class | Daesi | Mare | 20 years | Arabian | Herd; Thowra's |
Foals; Diana, Lucy, Merideth, Lexie, Serena | Tag; herd

The mare noticed a couple of mares trying to get the stallion's attention, so she decided to make herself comfortable for the time being. She flicked her tail before making her way to the rest of the herd's mares. Keeping her body language relaxed so they wouldn't perceive her as a threat, she walked up to the mare called Caribou and nickered a hello to her. The younger mare was obviously in heat, and wanting attention. Daesi knew that she might be agitated and aggressive in this state, so she tried to keep a little ways away from her just in case.

Dancing in the Rain | Diana | Mare | 12 years | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; Zola | Heat stage; stage 3 | Tag; Reserved for Mark, Ameena

Ameena was right. A lone horse was a dead horse. The mare sighed deeply, thinking of her yearling filly. Would she still be alive after such a harsh winter? She had nothing to her - the filly was so small and fragile... Diana shook out her mane, looking for a distraction from her thoughts. She saw Ameena wading into the water and decided to follow, walking slowly into the cool water. It felt so nice on her hot skin. She whinnied to Ameena in a playful tone, using her front leg to splash in the water.

Zodiac Princess | Lucy | Mare | 9 years | Arabian | Herd; Riot's | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; pregnant (1/4 seasons) | Tag; herd

The mare nuzzled her nose into the stallion, letting him know she was alright. She would find out soon if she was carrying their child. It made her feel happy, knowing that she was now a part of his herd. Not only a part of the herd, but she might even be carrying Riot's foal. She was finally on her way to building a family of her own just like her mother had done. She nickered softly as the stallion groomed her and she scratched his back gently, carefully avoiding his wounds. "I would love to meet the herd," she replied calmly, looking forward to meeting the rest of her new family. She smiled, waiting for him to herd her back to the rest of the mares as was the polite thing to do. Horses must wait for the more dominant horse to move the less dominant horse's feet.

Grand Legend | Zola | Filly | 1 year | Arabian | Herd; Riff's | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; not in heat | Tag; Herd

The filly saw the pained look in Pepper's eyes and nodded her head slightly as she said she needed to go. She watched, confused as the mare waddled away. She knew the mare was about to foal, but was unsure why she had chosen to leave the safety of the herd. Perhaps she would need to wait until she was older to fully understand. After the lead mare had showed her dominance, she nickered in a friendly tone and Zola responded with one of her own before she bent her head to graze. Although she wasn't particularly hungry, the filly found herself alone now that the two mares had left to foal. She picked her head up to find Ohanzee and Riff grooming each other while she chewed the mouthful of grass. She let her mind wander a little, thinking about her future in the herd. Perhaps she'd make a fine mother some day, but for now the thought made her cringe slightly. It was scary to think that a foal would grow in her belly someday... The filly's ears pricked when she noticed Ohanzee had approached her. "Thank you," she nickered in reply. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm very thankful that your stallion and herd found me. I'm not sure how much longer I could have made it on my own.." Her voice showed a hint of sadness and she bent to scratch an itch, merely as an excuse not to look at the mare. It made her feel ashamed to think that she wasn't able to survive without the help of others. Maybe this was how a yearling was supposed to feel.

[Stiles Hale]

Ziva glanced at Meredith and then at Lily. Plucking up grass she chewed it before swallowing, she saw a few leaves and crow hopped away from them throwing in a buck or two pretending to be spooked. She made it a little ways away from Lily before she bucked some more, squealing playfully.

[Tornassuk]

Adella | Mare | American Paint Horse | 8 Years | Stallion: Aden | Heat Stage: 4 | Covered
Tags: Aden and Herd, Wildfire and herd

*Fade*
Adella nuzzled her stallion, quite happy he had noticed and taken care of her heat without having Adella get obvious and vulgar. Adella thinks they'd produce a very interesting foal for sure. Adella nickered hello to the rest of Aden's mares before taking up the rear as Aden led the herd away. She saw he was going to challenge another stallion, a very young stallion with two mares. He snaked the younger mare to his herd and stood defiantly between his herd and the other stallion. Adella hoped the younger stallion would have the sense not to fight with Aden, being so young he'd lose hard and would lose his other mare.
Adella watched, partly confused and partly amused as the old grey mare tried to fight Aden off and how the other poor mare would get shoved back and forth. Adella didn't say anything, but she thinks the stallion and old mare should just give in. They won't win.

Fantasy | Mare | Appaloosa x Knabstrupper | 3 Years | Stallion: Diablo | Heat Stage: 4
Tags: Diablo

Summer had arrived and Fantasy was now in her final heat stage. She no longer cared about what Rizzo said or did, hormones were making her crazy. Fantasy stared at Diablo, who was grooming Ella and asking to cover her. He got distracted and Fantasy wrung her tail. She was hoping he'd finish with Ella and move onto her.
Now, normally Fantasy wouldn't do this, but her hormones were controlling her. Fantasy nickered to Diablo and trotted up to him. She nibbled at his muzzle briefly before turning around and backing to him with her tail held to the side.

Arya | Mare | Appaloosa x QH | 6 Years | Stallion: Thowra | Heat Stage: 4 | Covered
Tags: Thowra

Arya turned her head back and forth, Thowra had called out to a new mare and Caribou's heat scent was quite strong, she looked like she may possibly want to be covered. Arya thought Thowra should get on that, the longer she goes without being successfully covered the more likely she is to draw other stallions. Thowra seemed focused on the new older mare though. Arya decided to stop grooming, the mare pulling one last twig out of Thowra's mane before moving away to graze.

Willow | Mare | Appaloosa | 14 Years | Stallion: Endeavour | Lead Mare | Pregnant
Tags: Endeavour, Copper

Willow touched her nose to the pinto stallion's taking in his scent. "Willow" The mare introduced herself simply. She wasn't much one for words. Willow listened to the stallion's command obediently, moving towards the rest of his herd at a walk. She eyed each one of them over. Willow decided she'd be the best fit for lead. She nipped at Yukon's muzzle to assert herself as dominate. She looked at Marion, who was now being groomed by Endeavour. Willow decided against nipping her for now, she was busy with Endeavour. She pinned her ears at the mare though to show she was dominant. She looked at Paige, the young mare with the foal. She didn't think the mare would need a nip being so young, so she just pinned her ears and swung her rump towards her before grazing. This way if Paige decided to be dominant Willow could easily give the mare a swift kick.
No one challenged her and Willow took position of highest mare. Willow walked away a little to graze, swishing her tail and stomping her hoof to shake the flies off her. Summer was now here and they were out in full force. Willow will be happy when they next get water, she'll roll around in the mud to help keep the flies off her.

Ameena | Mare | Arabian | 14 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3
Tags: Reserved for Mark, Diana

Ameena felt sympathy for the mare, losing your entire family must be hard. Ameena laughed and agreed with her later statement. There should definitely be some harem or bachelor stallions fighting over them. Maybe the blizzard took more than Ameena originally thought as there were no other horses around and they were in a good area.
She suggested teaming up together and Ameena nickered in agreement, "Sure. A lone horse is a dead horse." And a depressed horse. Horses aren't meant to be on their own. Now that they were to be travelling together, Ameena felt an urge to assert herself as higher, to nip and kick at the mare and put her in her place, but she resisted. For now. Keep things friendly, although Ameena will definitely get dominating and aggressive if needed.
Ameena looked at the lake. She didn't think any stallion was coming anytime soon, and with the arrival of summer the days were getting hot. Ameena waded into the water, stopping once it hit her knees she laid down, deciding she'd take a nice little bath while she waited for a stallion to whisk her away. She glanced at Diana before closing her eyes. She can join if she likes, Ameena doesn't care either way.

Fable | Mare | Arabian | 11 Years | Stallion: Griffin | Heat Stage: 3 | Covered
Tags: Griffin, Petrova

-Fade-
Fable sighed, happy it was done, and this time by a stallion that wasn't heavy for her. Hopefully this time she can deliver a healthy full foal that won't kill her. Fable nuzzled Griffin and groomed his mane for a few minutes before stopping to look at each of her herd mates. If Fable was to be here for a while, she wanted to try and be highest out of all the mares. Fable looked at Pretrova. She was the oldest one here and would be her biggest competition. Fable trotted up to the mare and nipped harshly at her muzzle with pinned ears before spinning around and kicked at the mare's chest repeatedly with both hind hooves, putting all her power behind the kicks. Fable learned from Tessa to not walk away and give them a chance to fight back, instead, try and put them down immediately. Fable kept an eye on the mare, ready to move quickly and dodge incoming attacks. Fable was no longer pregnant, so that won't be holding her back this time.

Pepper | Mare | Arabian | 7 Years | Stallion: Riff | Foal: Menhit | Heat Stage: 0
Tags: Riff, Secret, Zola, Menhit

Pepper only heard about half of what Secret said. She really did want to listen to the mare and what she had to say, but she was distracted by these sharp pains in her belly. Pepper felt an urge to leave the herd suddenly, but she didn't want to leave. She hated being alone. Something deep down inside her told her she had to leave. It was more dominating than Pepper, so Pepper listened. The new Arabian mare walked up to them. Pepper gave her a pained smile, managing to spit out, "So sorry, I need to leave." She then turned on her heels and quickly started waddling away from the herd and into a nearby copse. She hated waddling, hopefully soon she'll stop waddling.
The contractions were getting stronger now and more frequent, happening every five seconds. Pepper could not walk any further and lowered herself gently to the ground before lying down on her side.
-Fade-
It had been an unpleasant process, but was over relatively quick and it had a wonderful payoff that made up for everything. Behind her on the ground was her foal. After twenty minutes she raised her head to look at her foal for the first time. It was beautiful, it looked like a purebred Arabian but palomino in color. Pepper nickered softly to her foal repeatedly, stretching her neck to to sniff and touch her foal. It was very wet still and was very wobbly, but soon both of those things will go away. Another ten minutes passed and Pepper stood up, turning around to groom her foal. She could tell now that it was a filly. Pepper thought of what to call her, and after something she nickered, "Hello, Menhit. I'm Pepper." Menhit looked at her with large brown eyes and her heart melted. She was adorable! Pepper nudged and nickered to her foal, encouraging it to stand up. There were many failed attempts, but after two dozen tries, it managed to find it's legs and stay standing. Pepper nickered some more and nudged her foal gently to where it needed to feed. She stood there for about half an hour, letting her foal nurse off of her. Her foal was no longer quite as wobbly and could walk. Pepper decided it was time to go back, she really did not like being alone.
Pepper walked out of the forest and back to where she lost saw the herd, little Menhit stumbling after her. Her ears flicked forward as she spotted Riff's unusual color. Pepper flagged her tail and whinnied happily to him, picking up her pace slightly she wondered how Riff would react to his foal.

Menhit | Filly | Half Arab | Newborn | Stallion: Riff | Sire: Riff | Dam: Pepper
Tags: Pepper, Riff

For a long time She saw nothing but blacks and reds, but suddenly with a couple of heaves she now saw greens and golds, reds and blues. It was such a refreshing change. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, trying to blink away the blurriness. It worked a little. She turned to look behind her and there was a gray mare lying down on the ground. She immediately imprinted on her, instinct telling her that this was her mom, and for the next year or two, the most important thing in the world. Her mother stood up and groomed her for a little before looking into at her. She told her what her name was, and gave her her name. Menhit. Menhit thinks Menhit is a good name. Menhit pressed her small nose against her mother's to take in her scent.
She felt hungry and stood up on wobbly legs. She managed to hold still for a couple of seconds, but her knees would give out and she'd fall back to the ground. She tried to stand once more, but fell again. She tried this so many times, and each time she became more and more frustrated until finally she found her footing and relaxed. Menhit moved towards her mother's flank, searching eagerly for her udder to drink from. When she found it she drank for a long time, her small, brightly colored tail flicking back and forth happily.
Eventually her mother started walking away and Menhit stuck close to her, stumbling from time to time. They soon approached other horses. Some were dark in color, brown like the trees, and others were lighter. There was one there that was very brightly colored, a stallion. Was he her dad? Menhit became curious and stepped in front of her mother. She wanted to go to him, but she was also scared. What if he tried to hurt her? So she stayed by her mother for protection. She whinnied to the stallion, her voice small and high pitched. She and her mother both stood still waiting for Riff.

Riot | Stallion | Arabian | 16 Years | Coverings: 6
|| Mares: Harley, Revolution, Hope, Aria, Lucy, Dusk, Echo, Nihna || Foals: Anabelle, Rebel, Sonata ||
Tags: Herd

Riot enjoyed the mutual grooming, but his joy faded away when Hope collapsed to the ground. Riot split away from Lucy and got ready to sprint over to the mare, the stallion deeply concerned for the well being of his mare. Revolution was already by her side and Harley was heading over. Harley told him to stay back with the herd. Riot didn't want too initially, but giving it a second thought, he decided that would be the best thing. Riot needed to protect the herd with both lead mares gone. Riot gently herded Lucy to the rest of his mares. He then went around pushing all of his mares closer to each other. He trotted a few circles around them before stopping in front. One ear and eye was kept on his lead mares, while the other ear and eye were focused on the rest of his mares.
He wondered what was wrong with Hope. Was she sick? With what? His eye looked at Nihna. She had been sick last fall, was Hope sick from the same thing too? Riot doesn't think so considering how close Harley and Revolution was, but then, what was wrong with his mare?

Hera | Mare | Friesian | 3 Years | Stallion: Silence | Pregnant
Tags: Silence, Lexie

It was now in the warm spring months, almost summer. Summer was when she met Silence, and the pond she's drinking from is where they met. Where they had played. Hera wanted to play now, but she was too heavily pregnant carrying their foal. Since Hera had met Silence she had grown another two inches, making her sixteen hands. She was now slightly taller than Silence. She wondered if she would grow anymore, probably not. She was three now, after three you don't grow much more in terms of height.
Hera's ears flicked forward and she lifted her head, water dripping down from her muzzle she spotted a bay Arabian in the meadow with them. It smelt like a mare, they could use another mare. Hera glanced back at Silence and nickered to him to notify him of the new mare's presence.

Crystal | Mare | Gypsy Vanner | 13 Years | Stallion: Sunset Boulevard | Pregnant
Tags: Sunny, Princess
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Crystal followed after her stallion, agreeing to his proposition she told him her history as they walked. "Well, I was a brood mare, owned by these famous Gypsy breeders. My life wasn't very interesting with them, but it was nice. I mostly just grazed in a pasture with other mares, geldings, and foals. Occasionally I would be shown off, and even rarer, I would be ridden..." Crytal paused for a moment, the mare carefully making her way down a hill before resuming, "For the past year I traveled with a gelding as my companion. He was sweet. He died this last winter..." Crystal's voice had a hint of sadness as she spoke of her gelding friend, she did miss him very much.
The river was now in sight of them, and a little ways away was a graying Hanoverian mare. She was quite young, Crystal guessed she wasn't even three years of age. She was beautiful however, and smelt of no other horses. She'd make a fine edition to the herd. Crystal noticed Sunny hadn't called to her yet, that's fine, she'll do it. Crystal whinnied to the mare, inviting her to come closer if she'd like. Crystal looked back at Sunny and asked, "So what about you?" They can talk some more until the mare decides to come over.

Atarah | Mare | Knabstrupper Cross | 10 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3
Tags: Open

Atarah moved through a valley of flowers. She moved with confidence, she knew she was pretty, she knew she was desirable. What stallion wouldn't want her? She held her silver colored tail high, flicking it occasionally to spread her scent. It was very pretty out here, there were many different kinds of flowers of all different colors. Blues and reds, yellows and purples. Atarah thinks every color in the rainbow is here in this one spot.
Atarah tossed her head, whinnying loudly to inform any nearby stallions that she was here and available. She fired off some playful bucks and picked her pace up into a lope. She liked spring, she always felt full of vigor this time of year.

Foxy | Mare | Trakehner | 12 Years | Stallion: None | Foal: Admiral | Heat Stage: 3
Tags: Admiral, Karlos and herd

The stallion whinnied kindly to her and did not seem bothered by the presence of her colt. Foxy relaxed slightly but she'd still be protective of her little Admiral. Foxy could see now that two other mares had approached the herd as well, dividing the stallion's attention. Foxy twitched her whiskers, watching the pinto stallion leave before moving a little bit closer to the herd. Most of the mares looked nice, if a little bit confused. She guessed they were all new additions to his herd.
The pinto stallion reappeared and called to her. Foxy listened and walked a little closer to the stallion, stopping a couple of meters away from him she nickered a greeting and flicked her tail to spread her scent, keeping an ear turned towards her colt.

Admiral | Colt | Trakehner | 1 Month | Dam: Foxy | Herd: None
Tags: Foxy, Karlos and herd

Admiral looked up, ears pricked and little head looking around, seeing a tall pinto stallion. Admiral only knew his dad, his dad was friendly, Admiral assumed this stallion would be friendly as well. He trotted forward, whinnying to him as well, but a harsh glare from his mother sent him back behind her. Admiral followed after his mother, and when she stopped his slid underneath her by her flanks and poked his head out on the other side to look at the pinto stallion once more. He flicked his tail and whinnied to him again, his voice high pitched like most foal's.

[Lavellan]

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Wash ● Stallion ● American Warmblood ● 11 Years ● Mares: Dove/Flannery/Luna ● Coverings: 1 ● Tags: Dove/Flannery/Genesis/Luna

Smiling lightly as the paint mare spoke, Wash listened carefully. Turning his head as she spoke of Muerto, he nodded. "Yes, he's mine." He said softly, pride bubbling behind his words. "His name is Muerto, his mother is Dove." Nodding to the gray paint mare as he spoke her name, he looked back to Luna as she spoke again. Chuckling as the mare spoke again, Wash nodded his head, smiling. "Of course, you are more than welcome to join." He nickered softly. Looking to the other mare, who had been quiet this whole time, he dipped his head. "Of course, Miss, you are more than welcome to join us, as well." Smiling, he turned, facing his herd once more. Spotting Flannery, a look of delight on her face, he chuckled, striding forward. Touching his muzzle to hers, he began to groom the spotted mare's shoulder, glad that she had remained, and hadn't left with the other stallion. With winter now two seasons behind them, Wash had built up his bulk once more, his muscles fine trimmed and no sign of his skeletal structure any longer.

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Stallion ● Lusitano ● 7 Years ● Mares: Ohanzee/Taylor/Pepper/Secret/Zola ● Coverings: 1 ● Tags: Herd (Ohanzee)

Moving his touch to Ohanzee's flank, fully aware of the depth of her heat, Riff pinned his ears lightly as the mare moved away, wondering what he had done wrong. Watching Ohanzee interact with the yearling, he suddenly realized what she had said - Congrats? Allowing his gaze to travel past the herd, his gaze fell on Pepper and - a foal! Nickering softly, ears pricked, the stallion pranced forward, a floating trot carrying him the short distance to Pepper's side. Nudging the mare's cheek, the Lusitano stallion lowered his nose to the blonde filly who stood in front of him. "Pepper, she's gorgeous." He breathed, ruffling the filly's short, pale forelock with his lips. A beautiful little palomino. "Hello, darlin'" He nickered to the filly, exhaling softly onto her dark nose. Raising his head, touching Pepper's muzzle gently, he took a step back, giving them their space again. "Have you chosen a name?" He asked the mare, pale nostrils flared in pure excitement. Even though he had fathered numerous foals, this was the first who was ever introduced to him after their birth.

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Elphie ● Mare ● Knabstrupper ● 9 Years ● Stallion: None ● Heat Stage: 3 ● Tags: Mark's Herd

Entire body flinching as the stallion nickered to her, Elphaba felt her body breaking out into a cold sweat. There'd be no way to get away from the stallion now, he'd snake her and hurt her and make her join him. Breathing quickly, the nervous mare's muscles bunched as the stallion moved, but he was merely... showing off? Blinking quickly, Elphie glanced around her. Was he showing off... for her? She watched his movements, ears pricked and head tilted lightly. He stopped, looking to her again, and so Elphie took a number of tentative steps forward, returning a nicker to him. She paused a little bit off from his herd, watching carefully in case any of his mares tried to attack him. Her pulse raced in her ears, her knees trembling, but the spotted mare didn't run, waiting to see what this herd would do with her.

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Riz ● Mare ● Kathiawari ● 13 Years ● Stallion: Diablo ● Heat Stage 3 ● Tags: Fantasy/Jolene/Elena

Raising her head with a smirk as the young mare denied the stallion the covering, Rizzo turned her head, spotting the lead mare glaring at her with a quick prick of her ears. Snorting lightly, Rizzo lowered her head, pawing at the ground with those distinctively curved ears pinned. She and this mare seemed to be the same age, but the mare was pregnant. Chances were, she wouldn't risk a fight. And, because she was in such a foul mood, she wouldn't back down easily. Raising her head haughtily, Riz pinned her ears to the lead mare, challenging her openly. Kenickie would stay out of the way, Riz was sure of that. Snorting again, Riz tossed her head, tail held high, confident. She was going to cause as much trouble as she could - perhaps then she'd be snaked out, and so she could find Mark again.

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Nick ● Colt ● Kathiawari ● 1 Year ● Stallion: Diablo ● Tags: Diablo

Hearing his mother's discomfort, Kenickie moved away, huffing lightly at the grass beneath his hooves. The stuff smelled sweet, so the leggy colt began to graze, raising his head with an unhappy snort as he tasted the stuff. Ew! Sticking out his tongue lightly, the colt shook his head, taking a number of step back. His mother was busy, and to the colt looked for entertainment elsewhere. Bounding forward with a number of bucks, the colt sighed, looking around him. There were no other foals around, no one to play with. Flicking his short tail, the colt spotted the stallion moving once again towards a mare, and so the inquisitive youngster stepped towards them, moving to about twenty yards away from his mother, following with his eyes as the stallion pushed the mare towards them. Stepping forward, perhaps just a bit to close to the stallion, Kenickie watched, the picture of curiosity with his eyes bright, ears pricked and nostrils quivering.

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Mare ● Paint Mare ● 4 Years ● Stallion: Cerberus ● Heat Stage: 0 ● Tags: Savannah
Colt ● Paint/Shire Cross ● One Season ● Stallion: Cerberus ● Tags: Savannah

Watching Savannah trot easily to Cerberus, announcing their arrival, Inez dipped her head sheepishly. Lowering her nose to Baltimore's side, grooming her foal lightly, she chuckled as the youngster hid behind her, the colt's bright eyes peeping out from behind her rear. The young mare watched the colt, wonder burning behind her eyes. Her little son, the not-so-small bundle of fluff that she and Cerberus had created, that was real and healthy. Looking over to the large stallion, some sort of love burning behind her heart, she lowered her head, beginning to graze to gather her strength back.

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Kairi ● Mare ● Mixed Breed ● 7 Years ● Stallion: Santos ● Heat Stage: Covered (1 Season) ● Tags: Sweetie/Santos

No longer feeling hoofbeats alongside her, Kalokairi slowed, spotting Sweetie lowering her head to graze. Her heart sank, seeing the filly moving so far away. She hadn't wanted this -she had just wanted Santos to join them. Lowering her head, ears flicked to the side. Moving back towards the stallion, nickering softly, Kairi moved her nose to his shoulder, grooming him gently. She didn't want Sweetie to leave, but Santos' earlier actions had ruled the possibility of the filly staying with him. Tugging gently as Santos' mane, she moved away, looking to the stallion with worry in her eyes. "Should we move on?" She asked, tilting her head lightly, "Try to find some new herd members?"

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Nina ● Mare ● Hackney Mare ● 7 Years ● Stallion: None● Heat Stage: 3 ● Tags: Royal

A chestnut ear flicked back as Eponine heard the stallion approach, and, with a cute flag of her tail, she paused, turning to look to the handsome stallion. She pricked her ears forward, holding her head high - her millimeter perfect show stance, practiced for the last number of years of her life. "Greetings." she nickered, allowing her gaze to travel shamelessly over the stallion. "Aren't you in luck, sir. I just so happen to be unclaimed by any herd just yet." She spoke in a low tone, her entire body oozing confidence. He wasn't the first stallion she'd encountered, and she wanted him to know that. Lowering her nose to allow the stallion to catch her scent, she curved her neck perfectly as she raised it once again. "My name is Eponine." She said, speaking her own name as though she were royalty.

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Mare ● Arabian Cross ● 6 Years ● Stallion: Karlos ● Heat Stage: 4 ● Tags: Kenai/Karlos and Herd

Pinning her dainty ears as the stallion's attention was first caught by a mare and foal, Daae picked up her cute act as the stallion approached them, returning his nickers sweetly as he came over. Batting at him with her tail as he circled her just close enough, she picked up a pretty, high-stepping trot as he pushed them towards his herd. She flagged her tail lightly, thinking the stallion was behind her, but, to her dismay, she noticed the stallion moved away, back towards the mare and her foal. Looking around her, the large herd causing her to pause and survey the area. There were many mares here, and she was sure they were lovely. But she didn't care about that right now. She was too deep in her heat to care about mares. Looking towards the strong paint stallion, she glanced back to Kenai, wondering what her sister thought of him. As she glanced back to the stallion, he looked over his shoulder to them, and, ignoring the other mares in the herd, Daae pushed herself forward, nickering to the stallion. Slowing just short of him, she let out a short greeting nicker to the mare and colt, lowering her head to look at the little one briefly before raising it once more to look at the stallion, tail flagged lightly. She demanded the pinto's attention again with a short nicker, looking to him expectantly. He had invited them over, and she longed for his attention.

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Dakota

Dakota | Stallion | 10 year | Quarter horse | determined |Herd; none yet | Foals; 0 | Tag; open

Dakota, cantered a long the dried stream bed, in search of water. He came to a sliding stop, as he heard a rustling in the bushes. His ears flickered back-and-forth listening for any threats in the area. After a moment a few black birds burst out of the bushes into the sky.