♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) Open and Accepting!

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🍁Pompeii🍁

Mare | 6 years | Mustang | Heat stage: 2| Tags: Riot |
The destruction has only just begun

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Pompeii accepted Riots light touch and nicked his mane in return. As Riot began grooming her, she groomed him. Pompeii enjoyed this and let out a little sigh. She remembered how Riot made a stud pile and wondered wether the horses that passed outside before he knew. She planned to ask him after.

[eventer]

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♥ sixteen
♥ mare
♥ stallion;; riot
♥ pregnant
♥ arabian/thoroughbred
♥ tags;; herd

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

harley looked up, the scent of a stallion unsettled her, but not enough to stop her from eating, revolution was closer to the opening than herself, and riot was already onto it. with a gentle snort she continued to pull at the hay. while distracted, she didn't spook when revolution came towards her and asked about foals. "i have, nineteen, foals to be exact, i've had a few sets of twins. four were still borns, one died in winter when i was young and struggled to keep myself fed, so he starved as i just wasn't producing enough milk. when i was eight, i was snaked with four other mares into a second herd, i gave birth to two healthy colts, i stayed away for about two weeks, the stallion came and brought me and them back. two days later, he killed the first one, and two weeks after he killed the second." she said calmly, almost unfazed that many of her young had died, she was very upset about it, but she had accepted it and moved on. "you are concerned about losing this foal?" she stated in a slight questioning way before calmly speaking softly, "the more you worry, the more likely you are to risk damage to the foal" she said softly and looked at her calmly, "you need to relax hon." she said softly and bumped her nose against the mares shoulder reassuringly before speaking again, "i know the fear is there, but you cant hold onto it. life has a path and it will take it's path, you can't stop it" she said calmly ten continued, "the way i look at it, my foals who haven't made it, haven't had to suffer what life throws at us, cruel stallions, snotty mares, predators, winter,
fires, floods and what not" she said calmly and then continued to pull at the hay as she listened to the mare.

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✦ thirteen // two months
✦ mare // colt
✦ stallion;; none
✦ heat 2
✦ selle francais/mustang
✦ tags;; open

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

petrova stood calmly keeping her colt warm, as something suddenly came and spoke to her, the mare turned aggressive, simply to protect her colt she charged forwards and snapped at the stallion in warning to keep away from her colt. pilgrim payed little to no attention to his dam or the stallion, he was cold. petrova flicked an ear to pilgrim for a moment then turned her attention to the stallion, lashing her tail at him in warning, before sighing if she wanted her colt to survive the winter, she needed warmth, this stallion and his herd could provide that. with a soft snort, she nickered to her colt who trotted up to her, she glared at the stallion,
her aggressive behaviour should be understandable to a stallion his age, she was protecting her colt, she walked past him and in towards the mares, nickering softly to the two, wanting their help to keep her colt warm. however pinned her ears instantaneously,
she'd kick them both to the curb if they so much as hurt a hair on his coat. all the same she remained careful to keep the stallion away from her foal.

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✿ fourteen
✿ mare
✿ stallion;; none
✿ heat 3
✿ friesian warmblood
✿ tags;; mark (marks herd)

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

pandora stood still as the stallion moved away suddenly, she watched his figure disappear and snorted calmly, looking away for a moment turning her body over slightly before trying to figure out where the stallion went. unsure she headed into a random direction, heading away from the group. a flick of her tail slightly she walked through the snow and looked around curiously.

the mare continued to walk, not really knowing where she was headed, and while she didn't know, to a horse with clear vision,
it was obvious she was heading away from mark's herd. she wasn't exactly in his herd, yet, he had left her to tend to one of his mares, and obviously forgot, she needed warmth, she didn't know where marks herd was, so she'd keep walking till she found horses,
or tress to hide under.

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☀ nine
☀ mare
☀ stallion;; none
☀ heat 3
☀ dutch warmblood/mustang
☀ tags;; endeavour

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

denaria looked towards the stallion spoke his name and his mares names, she waited for a moment before speaking up calmly, "my name is denaria" she spoke calmly before nosing around the snow for grass to chew on. (wb sorry)

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♛ three
♛ mare
♛ stallion;; none
♛ heat 3
♛ mustang
♛ tags;; catcher, comanche

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

raylyn looked up to see a mare, at first she was okay but when a stallion came into view, she stood still, frozen. petrified of him. instead of running like she normally would, the mare simply stood, legs slightly splayed as if ready to bolt at any second, but she was completely frozen, something could come up behind her and attack her and she would probably stand still and let it attack her. while young, she was a dominant mare towards mares, and had caused trouble in her birth herd, but she was truly and utterly petrified of all stallions.

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● fifteen
● mare
● stallion;; jericho
● heat 2
● arabian warmblood
● tags;; herd

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

tessa side stepped as the mare's hoof connected with her hip. tessa watched her curiously as she put herself between the herd and herself. the dark mare however knew the mare was weaker, slower, a kick from her does not pack a strong punch, she was pregnant, and slow, she physically couldn't beat tessa without losing her unborn foal and the older mare wasn't about to stop, and now that she had continued to defy tessa, she lost all interest in mercy as well, even for the unborn foal. she walked forwards, and looked over her with curiosity, before charging forwards, keeping her ears flattened back she rammed her broad chest into the mares shoulder, little care if the crash resulted in a serious injury to the younger mare. with a sharp squeal, she spun around and double barreled the mares hind gut.
tessa felt guilty for sending kicks to the mare, possibly fatal to the mare. she double barreled at her again, sending a second hard kick to her stomach, and another to her hip before stepping away and trotting a circle around the mare, stopping between her and the herd, before sending a few more kicks, not caring much if those ones hit her or not. with a snort she stood still between the younger mare and the herd, making sure she knew how easy it was for tessa to push her around. tessa was pretty proud of that mare to be honest, she had spirit, a lot of fight, but she was still only young, and had years to perfect, and winter, near spring, with a big fat belly with a precious little animal inside of her, was not the time for her to be protecting her rank that no longer belonged to herd. she flicked an ear to jericho, pinning an ear in warning not to interrupt before speaking softly to the younger mare,
"listen, honey, you can either back down now, keep your unborn foal safe. or, you can continue. take away your foals life, and be left without a herd, there is no in between. to me you are a child. you need to understand, that maybe you can actually learn a thing or two from an older mare." she said calmly, ears pinned back. "for the time being. you can simply stay there" she frowned at her and turned towards the herd, moving closer before turning and watching the younger mare, making sure she stayed out of the herd. she was also ready to snake jericho back to the herd if he tried to offer the young mare comfort, she'd learn her lesson one way or another.

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♬ fourteen
♬ mare
♬ stallion;; thorwa
♬ heat 1
♬ arabian/thoroughbred
♬ tags;; herd

thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh
thoroughbred/mustang/irish draugh

caribou looked up to see a stallion off to the side, she flicked her tail and pinned her ears slightly before twitching his ears forwards to the stallion curiously, he was alot whiter than herself. she was pretty pale in winter, but during spring summer and autumn, her coat went a beautiful golden colour. she nickered softly, the only reason she was willing to join him was because he was slightly younger than herself, and only smelt of a few mares. with a soft snort, she nickered again calmly and stepped towards him, pressing her nose against him before pushing her self against him for warmth. she flicked her tail slightly and hummed a second nicker basically telling him she'd stay.
she looked to the mare who'd followed him, and flicked an ear back at the younger mare, with a soft sigh, she nickered once more to the stallion, here had kept her warm enough on her own, it would be good with several others here for the extra warmth.

[Stiles Hale]

Rain saw Salem rear up then paw the ground ready for a fight she'd bet. She figured fillies probably weren't supposed to play fight with Colts but they were the only young here so far as she knew. She watched Chase take off, she didn't want to be out in the snow basically alone so she'd stay put. She reared up then mirrored him, pawing at the ground.

[Tisha-Nick]

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name Omusa
gender Mare
age 4 years old
tags Amadeus , Cricket
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-I'm a little behind on Omusa-

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name Valkyrie
gender Mare
age 8 years old
tags Civil War
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"I know you didn't mean it," Valkyrie huffed. The mare was worried, but not just for her now - she was worried for their soon to be foal. She quickly settled back down next to War, and nuzzled her head between her legs. -Writers Block-

[nat13]

Elena

| Mare | 3 years old | Form | Kabarda breed | No foals |

tags: Diablo, Lyric, Jolene

Elena smiled gratefully at the stallion as he began to groom her. She turned her head so that she could groom him too, and after a few moments she watched him trot off to Lyric, then Jolene. She sighed, walking slowly towards Lyric, her head low. Typically, the mare could easily go without sleep and didn't get tired too often; but she hadn't slept now for almost two days. Lyric had slept at the other shelter when they arrived, laying next to Diablo's side, but she had been awake thinking about all she had gone through since she first joined the herd. The wind and snow hit her and made her feel numb, causing the mare's knees to almost buckle. All she needed was some good rest. Maybe a short nap. Or a long one. "I'm just going to.. rest..." Elena mumbled as she sunk to the snow-covered ground. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked at Lyric in front of her and the pure white of snowflakes.

[RMS Titanic]

Renaissance ● Renny ● AQH ● 7 years ● Mare ● Heat Stage; 3 ● Tags: Alex, Muse, and Night ● Foals: 0 ●

♕ ━━━ Renny nodded and looked over at the new additions. "Hello!" She nickered, trotting up to them to sniff muzzle and exchange scents. They seemed nice, and Renny flicked her tail, showing she was at ease with her surroundings. "Are you staying here with us?" She asked, turning her head sideways.

Civil War ● War ● Appaloosa ● 9 years ● Stallion ● Covers; 1 ● Tags: Valkyrie ● Foals: 0 ●

♕ ━━━ War licked her, comforting her. War circled around her. He groomed Valkyrie and nudged her hips.
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[sharklord]

Kaia
Kaia trotted over to Fable. "Fable? My stomach is hurting." Kaia neighed. She flicked her ears nervously, back and forthwith.

[Tornassuk]

Arya | Mare | Appaloosa x QH | 5.8 Years | Stallion: Thowra | Heat Stage: Anestrus |
Tags: Artemis, Thowra, Caribou

Arya followed after Thowra, tearing off leaves from trees as they walked. She hoped the new mare would be nice. She glanced at Artemis, wondering how the mare will react to a newcomer. As they got closer Arya could see this mare was old, older than all of us. Arya dipped her head in greeting before walking a short distance away to eat off the trees once more. Arya had a thick, fluffy winter coat. Now being under the trees the cold didn't bother her much anymore.

Willow | Mare | Appaloosa | 11 Years | Stallion: Mark | Pregnant |
Tags: Mark

Mark did not seem to be injured from her attacks. Willow thinks that's a good thing. It was good Mark wasn't hurt right, but if he had been a predator that means she wouldn't have injured it.
Willow was no longer hyped on adrenaline and she felt fatigued once again. She didn't respond to the stallion's words verbally. The mare simply moved to his other side and carefully lowered her body to the ground, her front leg folded underneath her. She laid next to Mark for a while, resting her head against his neck before lying down on her side to sleep.
-Sleeping-

Fable | Mare | Arabian | 10 Years | Stallion: Jericho | Pregnant |
Tags: Tessa, Candy, Kaia

Fable fell to the ground when the mare ran into her. She rolled away from the mare and got back onto her hooves, dodging most of the mare's attacks except one hoof that made contact with her hip. Fable bucked at the mare, aiming for her head and throat, but she doesn't think she hit anything.
Tessa circled around Fable, the Arab had been distracted, careless, and had let herself be pushed to the outside. Fable glared at Tessa with pinned ears when she stopped. The mare was breathing heavily, it was the most work she's done in a while. She doesn't know when it happened or how, but her hind right leg was in a great deal of pain. The mare held it off the ground a little, reluctant to put weight on it. She knew the fight was over now, with her leg like this she doesn't stand a chance. Fable didn't pay any attention to the mare's words, saying and doing nothing more than glaring at her as she walked off.
Fable stayed on the outside of the herd for a while, but her coat was thin and with the adrenaline gone from her she felt cold once more and started to shiver. When Tessa wasn't looking she limped back into the herd to stand next to Candy. Fable took a look at her leg, struggling not to fall over as she did so. There was a three inch long gash on her hock and gaskin. Fable snorted and turned her head back into a normal position, staring off into the forest. She hoped Tessa wouldn't chase her off, she just wanted her to leave her alone for now.
Soon with a little bit of time Fable will respect the mare as a leader and mentor, but for now all she felt was bitterness towards her. If Tessa were to become fatally wounded within the next six hours somehow, Fable wouldn't feel an ounce of sympathy for the mare.
She heard a voice beside her complaining about her stomach. Fable looked at the mare. It was Kaia. She remembered the mare telling her how it was her first foal and that she was scared. Fable wasn't in much of a mood to deal with this right now, but she knows the mare was scared and didn't need or deserve any snappy behavior from Fable.
The mare may be getting ready to foal, but that concerned Fable. It was a little early to be foaling, and in a blizzard it may be fatal. Maybe it was just the foal moving around that freaked her out. Yeah, probably that. Fable nudged the mare gently, "You're probably just feeling the foal moving around. Come back and talk to me in an hour if it's still bothering you."

Pepper | Mare | Arabian | 6 Years | Stallion: Riff | Pregnant |
Tags: Riff, Ohanzee

Pepper clung to Riff as he moved, not letting an inch of space be between them. The cold deeply bothered Pepper, her winter coat not good enough for conditions like this, and she didn't want to lose any of the warmth the mare had gained being near her stallion. The mare had a thin layer of snow all the way from her poll to her tail. Pepper lowered her head to the ground, digging up the snow with her hoof. Underneath the snow was mostly only mud, but there were a few blades of grass that Pepper happily devoured.
Besides Riff and his two mares, Pepper hadn't run into any other horses all year long. Pepper was lucky she had run into them, otherwise she might have been left all alone, unable to find anybody else. She would have certainly died out here by now without them.

Riot | Stallion | Arabian | 15 Years | Mares: Harley, Revolution, Alaska, Hope, Aria, Pompeii, Echo, Nihna, | Coverings: 5 |
Tags: Pompeii

Riot worked on the mare's mane for a while, she had quite few tangles that Riot would gently tease out. He kept grooming the mare long after he finished with her mane, doing it purely for affection. He'd move up and down her neck and withers, occasionally scratching at her shoulders.
He flicked one ear back, listening to Harley and Revolution's conversation for a while. He was surprised to hear how many twins Harley had. Twins were somewhat rare and she's had multiple. He had found one fertile female. Revolution however, had not been so lucky in the foal department. Riot was confident their foal would turn out fine however. He'll make sure this foal makes it to adulthood.
Riot was grooming the Pompeii's withers and back now. He could smell she was in an early stage of heat. She'll probably be ready to be covered in springtime, which will be good for their foal.

Hera | Mare | Friesian | 2 Years | Stallion: Silence | Pregnant |
Tags: Silence

Hera stopped grazing as Silence groomed her mane, trying to rid her of the knots. It was a nice gesture, but Hera thinks it's a lost cause at this point. Her mane would have to unfreeze to rid the knots and even then you'd have to spend all day getting them out. Hera tried to groom Silence in return but it was too awkward of an angle and she quickly gave up, content to just stand there and twitch her upper lip occasionally in place as he'd touch a sweet spot. Hera had many sweet spots on her, her humans always got a kick out of her reaction when they'd scratch them.
Hera sighed along with Silence, her ears hanging to the side, the mare enjoying his company. She was glad she had him, otherwise she'd likely be all alone out here, and he was nice. Handsome. The foal in her stomach moved, a little kick and Hera felt it. Her ears flicked forward and the mare bobbed her head, surprised. It was a weird feeling, but a nice one as well. At least she knows it's alive in there.

[Stiles Hale]

Eden walked over, curious about the other mare. Once she was closer she stopped and glanced back at Skye before she looked back at Kaia.

Skye spotted Eden with Fable and another mare and walked over calmly, not wanting to seem threatening to Kaia or Fable but kept an eye on Tessa,

[lovestruck]

Ivy
-Mare • -10 years • -With foal, Salem, stage 0 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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(waiting for Chase) Ivy snorted. "Once again, you've proven you're not fit to be lead mare. You've been so focused on me you didn't even realize I'd already found shelter. How can you expect a herd to follow you when you don't even pay attention to your surroundings? You could lead us right into a ditch for all you know!" Ivy snorted and pawed at the snow angrily. She breathed through her nostrils angrily and calmed herself down. She wasn't like Chase and wouldn't be stupid enough to fight in winter. Ivy watched as Chase ran off expecting everyone to follow. Nobody probably would, they already had shelter. Ivy trotted forwards into the rocky overhang which would protect them from snow and wind. It was large enough for twenty or so horses, and was a lot warmer, as it was in the treeline. She snorted at Chase, and muttered under her breath, "Dumb selfish mare." She moved over to Cerberus and groomed his mane gently, looking down at Salem by her feet. She stopped for a moment, and pushed her colt closer to her, seeing that he was shivering a bit. Ivy kept an eye on Chase, wondering whether she'd come back to the herd or keep running expecting others to follow her when they already had shelter. The ebony black mare snorted at the thought. "You won't let her lead right?" She asked, looking towards Cerberus. The mare had proven over and over again she had no experience, simply with her actions. Ivy continued grooming Cerberus contentedly, pulling the snow from his coat.


Salem
-Colt • -11 months old •- no mares, too young • -tags; Herd
__________________________________________________ Salem suddenly leapt forward and nipped Rain before circling around her. He nipped at her rump playfully, before backing up and rearing again. He let out a high pitched roar and squealed, trotting away before charging back towards the dun filly. He was slowly becoming more interested in mares now, as he was older. Salem skidded in front of Rain, stopping himself. He nudged her gently, and nibbled her back like he'd seen Cerberus do to his mares. Salem wanted to learn how to claim mares. Maybe he could take some during spring. Salem took in the filly's scent. He'd seen Cerberus nibble at their tails and sniff them when claiming mares. Of course, Salem had no intentions of covering Rain. He was much too young for that. Salem nibbled the base of her tail, wondering if he was doing these things right. He pinned his ears and stomped, backing up anxiously. He hoped he wouldn't get in trouble for practicing his claiming skills. The pinto colt trotted away again and acted uninterested, but occasionally looked back. Salem decided she'd be easy enough to steal in spring. It must be almost spring now. It was getting a bit warmer. Salem wondered if the strange, yet tantalizing smell that seemed to follow the mares would come back then. It seemed to only last during the warmer months. The pinto colt wondered what it could be. Salem had an instinct telling him what it must be, but wasn't sure. Salem trotted closer to Rain once more, becoming interested again.


Jericho-stallion • -14 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Fable,Kaia,Skye,Eden,Amara,Lotus,Alouette, Marion Tessa)
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Jericho continued grooming Candy happily. The bay stallion groomed her back and continued pulling knots from her mane. He wondered if spring would come soon. The snow was starting to fall a lot more lightly. Jericho sighed contentedly. It was actually a bit warmer now. The bay stallion groomed Candy's neck. She was shedding a bit now. He brushed the snow off of Candy's back calmly. He watched his mares as he did so. Tessa was quite violent. Fable was injured clearly. He nudged Candy. "I'll be right back. I think Fable's hurt." He trotted over to her. He'd overheard Kaia. Perhaps she was about to foal? His foal? It'd be his first foal he actually got to raise. It was an exciting feeling really. Jericho nudged Fable gently. "Are you alright? That gash doesn't look so good." He looked at Tessa a bit annoyedly. However, it was Fable's fault. She shouldn't have fought. She was risking her own life as well as his foal's. That was- selfish.


Dove
- mare • - 4 years old • - no foals, stage 4 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery
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Dove called out to the stallion of the small herd and looked back at Flannery. It was her choice whether to join, but Dove would join, at least for the meantime. She had no idea where Washington was and wasn't about to risk her unborn foal dying in this cold weather- oof. Dove's maw opened slowly and she gasped as pain ran through her abdomen. Dove had only birthed one foal before, but she knew what was happening. Dove walked slowly away, and laid down in a patch of slightly melted snow under some trees. She sighed and closed her eyes. It'll be alright. The foal will survive, and so will you. She repeated this in her mind as pain ran through her abdomen once more. -fade- Dove snorted before she sighed, and breathed air through her nostrils. She'd done it. Dove laid down for a moment, untill she heard a squealing sound behind her. Her foal, Washington's foal! Dove got up and started to groom him carefully and happily. Her first foal had been a miscarriage, and joy filled her heart at the sight of the little thing. He had skull like markings on his face. That reminded her of the horse named Muerto at her old barn. He had skeletal markings as well. Perhaps that was some sort of human word for bones. Dove whispered quietly, "Muerto. That's your name." She groomed the little colt, sitting with her legs folded now. He was so adorable and perfect. Dove sighed happily, and looked back towards Flannery.


Echo
-mare-•-4 years old -•-no foals, stage 0 heat-•-Riot-•-tags: Herd, Harley Quinn
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Echo snorted and lifted her head tiredly. Her eyes darted around the barn. Riot had managed to gather two more mares while she was asleep. Echo rose to her feet slowly and sighed, the blue horse blanket falling off of her back. Oh well. Echo would just get another one later. She'd seen how Riot had done it anyways. Echo sighed and leaned her head down to grab some of the hay the humans had left behind. It tasted just as good as it always had. Echo swished her tail and trotted towards one of the new mares. (Harley Quinn) Echo flicked an ear. "I don't believe we met. I'm Echo." She backed up a bit, giving the mare a wide berth. Echo didn't want to seem threatening. She truly wasn't dominant, as much as she wished to be. The grey arab mare looked at the newcomer observantly. Echo perked her ears happily and lowered her head to eat some more hay. It truly was nicer here than in the cold if the wild. Echo sighed. She was still a bit sleepy, but she'd be fine. Echo looked out the barn door to see flurries of snow falling to the ground. It must be quite slippery out there with all of the ice. Echo sighed and brushed the thought away. That didn't matter as they were in here now. Echo turned her attention back to the new mare, watching her carefully. She didn't want to come off as aggressive, but not as the least dominant mare here. The grey arabian mare sighed. She was pregnant anyways so it wasn't worth messing with. Echo pricked her ears and listened to the other conversations throughout the barn. Although she didn't like to speak much, Echo liked to listen. She was sort of a gossip mare in a way. Echo continued munching on hay, raising her head with a clump hanging out of her mouth. She chewed slowly. There was so much here, why eat quickly? It would last the rest of winter surely. What would they do next winter though? There wouldn't be any fresh hay in any barns. Echo sighed. She was becoming soft again. She needed to toughen up. Echo loved the humans though. They kept her warm and safe and well fed.

Wolf
-•-stallion-•-15 years old-•-mares;Secret-•-tags;Grace,Secret,Mizu
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Wolf followed after Secret. It was extremely cold out and he wanted to get away from the bachelor. He snaked his mares and gently nudged them forwards towards Secret. He realized he hadn't covered Mizu yet, which was probably the cause for her interest in the bachelor. He'd do that later then. Wolf sighed and continued taking up the back, not even looking back. The snow was thick and annoying, and they absolutely needed shelter.


Marielle
-•-Mare-•-13-•-stage 0 heat-•-Mark-•-tags;Herd
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Marielle looked up, hearing her name being called. She saw that Mark was claiming yet another mare. Hmph. It took all of the attention away from her! Marielle trotted over, a tad bit annoyed. Snow was falling thickly, and her mane was frozen into clumps. Icicles had formed on her coat. She was freezing and annoyed and ugh! Marielle snorted. "Hello. I'm Marielle," she said bluntly. She looked over at Mark, as if asking him if she was done now. Marielle snorted and swished her tail before trotting a bit away. There was no point in standing here. The trees were a bit warmed at least. The roan mare sighed angrily and pinned her ears. It was too cold here, and the snow was falling much too heavily for them to go to another shelter, much less even find one. Marielle was hungry and cold, the worst combination ever.



Niah
-mare-•-3-•-heat stage 1-•-Griffin-•-tags;herd,Petrova,Pilgrim
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Niah let him groom her contentedly. She had relaxed quite a bit and was now more friendly. The appaloosa mare looked up at Dawn with an apologetic look in her eyes. Niah truly hoped the black mare would forgive her for being so grumpy. Niah flicked an ear. She had had a reason to be grumpy however, so surely the mare couldn't stay mad for long! Niah got up and followed Griffin, seeing a mare and her colt. Niah watched Griffin. She didn't be have much true herd experience and was interested in the newcomer and how Griffin would handle her. Niah suddenly lost interest and trotted towards Dawn with a swish of her tail. She pushed her muzzle into the ebony mare's shoulder apologetically. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier. I was stressed and angry and took it out on you two." She gently groomed the mare's mane, hoping for forgiveness. She thought she might stick by Dawn for a while, and learn a bit from her. Niah agreed with herself on the thought. It was a good idea anyways, she had a lot to learn. The appaloosa mare gently nibbled at Dawn's back, grooming her shedded hairs off of her back. She cocked a hoof, continuing to groom Dawn relaxedly. Niah looked out at the mare and her colt while she did so, still remotely interested. Niah sighed sadly and swished her tail. She remembered when she was younger, like the colt. It seemed everything had been better then. Her mother had actually cared about her, she'd even had the care of humans. Fresh food and water, and warmth during he harsh winters. Niah then returned her focus to Dawn once more and continued the grooming.



Liannah
Mare-13-late heat-Endeavor- tags; Endeavor,Athena
______________________________________________________Liannah knew they probably wouldn't be interested in the cave. The mostly white mare trotted under the overhang with Athena. Liannah knew the mare seemed to hate her. However, Liannah wanted to make peace. Liannah settled down next to the mare. She gently groomed the mare's mane, pulling knots out of it. "I hope your leg gets better soon. It must be rough during winter. I hope this shelter's good enough for you. I didn't want to make you walk too far." She groomed Athena somewhat comfortingly, and sighed happily. Although it was cold, Liannah was happy. She had a herd. She was lead, even if it wasn't for long. Liannah could find a new herd in the spring anyways. She would do anything to become lead. Liannah didn't want to just leave the herd, if they protected her throughout the winter. However, her bossiness prevented her from not desperately wanting a lead position. Liannah continued grooming Athena and looked up at Endeavour, hoping she'd found a good shelter.