♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) Open and Accepting!

[CaffeinatedLlama]

REVOLUTION
Lead mare ♦ 15 years ♦ Heat: Pregnant ♦ Mood: Casual ♦ Tags:Harley, Hope
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Revolution looked up as Hope returned. There was a tiny filly at her side. Walking over to the arabian mare, she spoke, saying "Oh, Hope. She's beautiful." Smiling at the tiny little foal, she felt a small kick from her own foal. Suddenly, the roars and bellows from the fighting stallions got closer and louder, accompanied by the panicked whinnies of stolen mares. It was a big herd. Looking around with wide eyes, she knew they had to get out of here. Riot burst in front of her, Hope and her filly, and told Harley to take them away. Confused, she followed Harley. Why had Riot separated them from the rest of the mares? Realising that he had done it to protect them, and her heart melted. Trying to ignore the stabbing pains coming from her abdomen, she walked after Harley as fast as she could. Soon they got to a sheltered spot away from the fighting stallions, and she stopped, catching her breath. Looking to Harley with wide, frightened eyes, she nickered frantically. This couldn't be happening now! The herd was in danger! Remembering the kind mare's advice, she calmed herself down with deep breaths, and walked a little away, behind some bushes. She lay down, still calming herself with big breaths. She knew this foal, one of many, was going to survive, unlike his older siblings.

~Fade~

Opening her eyes, Revolution blinked sleepily. Remembering what had just happened, she turned her head and saw a little filly laying on it's side. Still. Her eyes saddened, realising what it meant. All of a sudden, the foal wriggled and sat up, looking around with bright, intelligent eyes. Almost squealing with delight, she began licking the small fuzzball clean, and grooming it's almost impossibly small mane. She let the filly nurse, and lay there, thinking about what to call her. The filly stopped nursing, distracted by a fly and Rev tried to push her nose back to continue feeding, but the filly resisted. "A little Rebel, you are. In fact, I think that is what I'll call you." Once Rebel had learned to walk, they went back to the other two mares. She nickered softly to them, nosing Rebel forward so they could see her. Hope's little Filly and Rebel might even be friends. Turning her head, she saw Riot had moved the rest of the mares across a river and was standing there, waiting. She prayed that he would not be stupid and not get injured. Watching the frantic mares, she wanted to go and rescue them all, but she knew if they did then the stallions would find them. Her heart almost broke when she saw her darling Nihna refusing to cross. She hoped Riot could convince her.

ENDEAVOUR
Herd Stallion♠ 16 years ♠ Herd: Paige, Demeter ♠ Mood: Casual ♠ Tags: Demeter, Paige, Yukon, Riot's herd, Thowra's herd, Vagabond's herd, Karlos
I CAN AND I WILL. WATCH ME.

Endeavour smiled. This mare wasn't going to be easy to claim, but he would try. "Yukon. Never heard of that name before. It's nice though. I like it. Would you, by any chance, be looking for a herd?" he said, calmly swishing his tail. Hearing an uproar, he saw the arabian stallion from before had rounded up his mares and taken off. The duo of stallions he had seen before where getting closer, and he wanted to steal some mares. The herd was so big that they might not even notice. He'd also noticed a younger stallion prancing around earlier. Younger than him, with not many mares. He might try claiming them too. He would have to claim this mare first though.

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xx vagabond xx bachelor stallion xx sixteen years xx selle francais x paint warmblood xx tags ;; herd, karlos, mark&herd xx

xx mares ;; fable, skye, eden, amara, lotus, alouette, marion, sara xx
xx spring foals ;; none xx

vagabond released the skin of the stallion and frowned, as he spoke again. "maybe your blind and stupid... we look nothing alike. and egg head? really that's all you could think of?" he laughed and pinned his ears as the stallion grabbed his wither. with a sharp snort, vagabond stepped back before rearing,
smacking the stallion in the head with a pointy wither and hard shoulder, that would leave a headache. with a sharp snort he jumped forwards and kicked the stallion in his facial area, he hit something possibly the stallions jaw, which would really hurt. he snorted and trotted away, flicking an ear to his wither, it stung a bit, but for now it wasn't going to be a problem. vagabond was growing bored, this stallion was being a cocky pain in the *rse. he tried to make it seem like he could win... he couldn't, if the stallion continued to fight, vagabond would get karlos to help simply to get rid of the brat. vagabond would easily beat the stallion by himself, but karlos helping would simply get rid of the brat sooner. with a snort he trotted back to the stallion and snapped at the males flank, probably the softest part of a horses body, mare foal or stallion. and when grabbed it hurt really bad. ears pinned as he attacked the stallions flank, before releasing so he could kick again, twisting his body and double barreling in the stallions shoulder area, connecting with either his ribs or his shoulder. and trotting off a bit, staring at him with a final snort. ears pinned back, watching him curiously, how much more of an idiot could he be? he was trying to win a fight he just couldn't, physically or mentally. the stallion lacked in experience, and clearly lacked in brain cells as couldn't understand he didn't stand a chance.

--just so you know... mark is defiantly losing, like i said on the discussion thread. don't make mark seem better than he is. he's not got the experience vagabond does in any shape or form. --

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xx karlos xx bachelor stallion xx fourteen years xx thoroughbred x mustang x irish draught xx tags ;; vagabond&herd xx

xx mares ;; none xx
xx spring foals ;; none xx

karlos nickered to who he assumed was the lead mare, and sighed softly, knowing better, he knew they'd be annoyed with him no matter how kind he tried to be. when fable walked past him to return to the group he nickered softly to her, his nicker was cut short when vagabond suddenly bit him. ears pinned, karlos stepped away from him, before jumping away when the stallion threatened him further. with a sigh he stepped away and then helped keep the mares moving forwards, a soft sigh as he moved just to the side of the mares.

as they grew closer to a second herd, karlos picked up the pace and helped vagabond round the mares up and pile them into a group with the other mares, standing carefully incase any mares were going to be difficult. but also ready to help vagabond if mark decided to try and keep the herd.

as the stallion stole back his herd, karlos pinned his ears and lunged, grabbing some skin from the stallion as he ran off like a coward. he raised his brow momentarily and waited for vagabond. as the fight started, karlos trotted to the group and rounded both groups of mares up and moved them away from the fight to avoid anyone getting hurt by vagabond and the young stallion. karlos watched calmly, he'd only help if vagabond grew bored of this stallions annoying attempts. but otherwise, vagabond would easily win on his own, age and experience was on vagabonds side. vagabond also didn't have the distraction of his mares being stolen like that other male did... karlos watched curiously, and sent reassuring nickers to the mare. as amara wondered off, karlos pinned his ears and charged after her, nipping at her flank and snaking her back, taking note of the dark mares visual problems, he knew vagabond wouldn't approve and left her alone, snaking amara back to the rest of the mares. he snorte at her slightly, annoyed that she'd run off. before watching the rest of the mares calmly, walking calmly around the group to keep them all together without being cramped, he kept an eye on the fight, neither he nor vagabond were particularly worried about the fight, heck, vagabond was probably having fun. fun would turn into violent aggression if that male didn't grow a brain and back off though.

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xx harley quinn xx mare xx sixteen years xx stallion ;; riot xx status ;; pregnant xx arabian x thoroughbred xx tags ;; herd, endeavours herd, thowras herd xx

harley looked at riot and frowned at him, ears pinned back, she wasn't risking the herd going into bush she knew was infested with wolves. she snapped at riot when he rounded her up and pinned her ears at them,
before calmly leading the herd along the tree line. not risking any foals or pregnant mares. when riot started nipping the mares out of worry and aggression to force the mares somewhere, harley frowned, but for now left it alone. but when he nipped at her for slowing down, she turned around and snapped aggressively at his face, making it blatantly clear she wouldn't tolerate him pushing her around or the other mares. you can't push heavily pregnant mares around. she slowed to a walk and walked beside the mares calmly, ears flicking back slightly before looking over to riot as he watched the stallions. harley watched the stallions curiously.
not dumb enough to be too worried, harley sighed, she knew even i the stallions had been half the age of the one they were fighting they'd still win on the fact there are two of them. she looked to riot and frowned softly before turning around and rounded up alaska, nosing her gently away from the group. if she could sneak away at least one other mare and herself, and hopefully rev would remain where she was, that riot wouldn't lose his entire herd, he'd at least still have three mares. harley moved away with alaska,
nickering gently to her telling her what she was doing through a few nickers and pushed her in rev's general direction but not too close. she'd left the herd without riot noticing, but she knew once he actually noticed he'd probably know what she'd done. hopefully he wouldn't stress too much about her leaving with one of the mares, she knew he'd like more than three... but if she left with more,
it would risk stallions coming after them. she reached the tree line, gently nosing alaska into it, hoping she would understand before walking into the shadows and watching calmly waiting for the inevitable.

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

petrova stood quietly as dawn was suddenly stolen from griffin, the mare watched curiously, ears flicking slightly she snorted and grazed, ignoring griffin who asked her to follow, she was happy staying where she was. besides, if any stallion came to her, with a colt on her hip she'd kick at them. pilgrim watched the events unfold, and whinnied loudly as dawn was taken, he went to take off after her but his dam pulled his tail and ordered him to stay put. ears pinned he kicked his heels up and stood just off from his dams side.

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xx pandora xx herd mare xx fourteen years xx stallion ;; mark xx status ;; heat 0 xx friesian warmblood xx tags ;; herd xx

pandora listened to marks whinny, and with a soft snort, turned her hind end to him,
or at least in his general direction. the mare tried to focus on what was in front of her, but couldn't see much, just a bright light from the sun, the format of the ground and trees, but no proper figures. she sighed softly and pulled at the grass calmly and swished her scentless tail, she flicked her ears for dangers, but knew while mark was preoccupied would likely be watching her now and then for stallions too close and predators.

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xx denaria xx lone mare xx nine years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; heat 3 xx dutch warmblood x mustang xx tags ;; open xx

denaria (grazing on her own in a meadow )

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

raylynno muse for her at the moment sorry :c

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

caribou snorted and looked up as she realised she'd lead the group too close to another stallions herd. she looked to thowra and pinned her ears as he seemed to show interest in the group. she sighed softly and flicked her tail calmly, she'd not yet been covered, which meant if she ended up being taken from the stallion she was usefull straight away. but she personally wanted to stay with the palomino, but wouldn't resist if snaked. she snorted gently and looked to see the stallion come up to her and ask for her name. she thought for a second before speaking calmly, "caribou..
caribou is my name" she murmured gently, before lowering her nose to graze.

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xx milly xx lone mare xx seven years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; heat 4 xx thoroughbred x stock horse x mustang xx tags ;; merlot's herd xx

milly looked up when a stallion came into view, he had a few mares on his hip,
she looked curiously and then whinnied out softly to him, on a normal occasion she she wouldn't go up to a stallion willingly, but being so far in season, the mare was running on hormones. ears flicking, the mare went to trot towards the stallion but was stopped when a near yearling filly came up to her. she looked at her curiously and frowned at her slightly and then softly spoke "uh hello, i'm milly" she said softly, she looked at the filly and snorted gently before stepping around the mare and then trotted up to the herd. with a gentle whiny, the mare went up to the stallion, she bumped her nose to the stallions nose, and squealed softly a few times, kicking out with her hind legs slightly out of exuberance, before snorting gently and nudging him again, stepping forwards until her rump was by his nose, a soft squeal coming out again as she lashed her heavily scented tail giving the stallion permission.

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xx milly xx lone mare xx five years xx stallion ;; endeavour xx status ;; pregnant xx mustang x knabstrupper xx tags ;; herd, open xx

paige stood calmly as the filly nursed, touching her nose against the fillys rump gently. with a flick of her tail. when the filly finished and whinnied to her, paige nickered softly in return before pinning her ears at the two stallions and the herd, gently nosing the filly away from the herd. her labor pains had started an hour ago, but she wouldn't foal till later on, she snorted gently, nibbling the fillies mane softly as she moved further away from the stallions and the herd.
stopping a good distance away where she was more comfortable being a pregnant mare and with an adopted foal, she stood calmly and nibbled the fillies still damp body. her mother hadn't completely finished the grooming, bits of blood still caught in the foals mane and tail. it wold fall out with grooming and the foal rolling. she nickered softly to her new filly. curious to see how she'd feel about sharing a mother.

when the stallion approached, her ears pinned back and she stepped infront of the filly blocking him from the filly he called dementer. she listened to him he said she was now in his herd and she pinned her ears at his assumption. however, the young spotted mare wasn't stupid, she was pregnant and a third of his age. with a soft snort the mare pinned her ears and went to speak, but his attention was pulled away to a brown draft mare. ears pinning back slightly she watched him. but with a gentle snort looked away,
she could smell cougar on the foal and knew what had happened to the foals dam. she didn't speak up as the stallion was distracted.


-- hehe to be fair, denaria was never his ha cx --

[lovestruck]

Ivy and Sola
-Mare/ filly • -11 years/a few hours • - stage 1 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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Ivy nodded. "Goodbye Chase. I wish you well." She glanced at Cerberus, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ivy decided, for the sake of both of them, she'd act like she was snaking Chase away. That way Cerberus would think she'd won, not told Chase to leave. That way he wouldn't chase after the mare and her young filly. Ivy knew he was in a bad mood, especially because of Salem, and she didn't want to see him mad. Ow. Pain ran through Ivy's abdomen and she trotted away from the herd. It seemed to have come so soon. Ivy's maw dropped, a gasp falling from her mouth. Once she was far enough from the herd, Ivy laid gently onto the ground. She sighed. -fade- Ivy kept her head down for a moment before hearing a soft nicker behind her. She looked up to see a beautiful filly. Ivy nickered to the filly and turned around, beginning the groom her. She was a chestnut sabino. Ivy nickered gently to the filly when she'd cleaned her off. Ivy stood up protectively, looking for signs of danger. She pushed the filly gently, asking her to stand. Ivy nipped at the filly's legs. "I think I'll name you Sola." She sighed and continued pushing Sola to stand up.
Sola squealed at the nipping and stood up eventually, a bit slowly and on wobbly legs. She attempted at walking around on her long legs before falling. Of course, ever curious, she got up again. Sola began to nurse, filling her empty belly. It was warm here. She looked to her mother, who gently nudged her. "Mama." She nickered, and continued nursing. Her mama was huge compared to herself, would she ever get that big? Would she be the color of her mama some day? Sola was confused a little. She was mostly hungry though, so she continued to nurse. Finally she stepped away and looked around. In the distance was a small herd. "Who are they mama?"


Salem
-Colt • -1+year •- no mares, too young • -tags; Herd
__________________________________________________ Salem squealed after the first nip. It had been rather painful. The pinto yearling snorted and bucked at the following nips. He didn't want to leave! Salem snorted and galloped back towards the herd again. He made a beeline for his mother, hoping she'd protect him. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to get killed. Why was Cerberus so mad? He was just doing what he'd seen Cerberus doing! Salem bucked once more, knowing Cerberus was out of range. Salem cowered behind his mother. He snorted. He'd at least take one mare with him if he had to leave. Who though? Maybe Chase. She was distracted now anyways. Or maybe Nightingale. She was pretty. Cerberus seemed to not like her much anyways. Salem squealed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He trotted out towards the edge of the herd nervously. He was genuinely afraid now. The pinto colt pawed at the ground worriedly.


Jericho-stallion • -15 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn),Griffin's herd,Sunny
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Jericho flicked an ear, "Your coat is beautiful though, the black is simply stunning. Besides, I remember most mares I've met. Aidan- that's a nice name." Jericho wasn't too upset about the colt, at least he looked like he could be Jericho's. The bay backed away, giving them plenty of space. He didn't want to upset Dawn, because he didn't particularly want a kick in the face, or more importantly, he didn't want to lose her trust. Jericho nodded towards Kaia. "One moment dear. We need to move out, away from this stallion. He may try to stir up trouble." The bay stallion nodded towards a splotched draft bachelor standing nearby. The clydesdale began at a slow trot, knowing Candy was pregnant. He didn't want to injure the foal inside of her by going too fast. Jericho kept an eye on the bachelor, pushing any mares that strayed too far from the group back towards the center. Sarafina was adorable, and he couldn't wait to get to know his filly. Jericho smiled a bit, continuing to watch the bachelor untill he was out of sight. The bay stallion then relaxed a little, slowing to a walk. They were still in open meadow, but away from other herds. He trotted over to Kaia once more. "Sarafina's her name? She looks a lot like you. I wonder who she got the white splotches from." He leaned his nose down towards the filly, and whispered under his breath, "Sara." He wondered what Candy's foal would look like, if Fable had made it, if Fable's foal had made it. He swished his tail anxiously. Sara was truly cute, and he wished he'd spent more time with her. He'd just been so busy with trying to keep up with the herd. "I'm sorry if I didn't give you a lot of attention. It's hard to keep up with a huge herd." The clydesdale sighed and began grazing, but still watching his filly and his herd at the same time. He raised his head once more, after grazing, to see a shape moving towards them on the horizon. It looked a bit like Fable, but no, it couldn't be. He snorted, it couldn't be..


Dove andMuerto
- mare/colt • - 4 years old/a few hours • - Muerto, stage 2 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery,Rain,Chase
_____________________________________________________ Dove sighed. "I'm glad you're okay. Thank you Amadeus." Dove let him lean on her shoulder. "He is isnt he? I named him Muerto. I hope that's alright. You weren't there to help me namenhim and he couldn't go without a name of course!" Dove gently nudged Washington and nibbled at his neck, continuing to support him and hold him up. "You should eat something. You've gotten weak over winter." She'd stay. Dove didn't want to leave him anyways. Dove didn't know about Flannery, but she refused to leave her stallion. Although shy, she was loyal. Dove nudged Muerto gently while he was nursing. "This is your father, Washington." She tugged at his mane playfully before seeing a mare and filly approaching. She nickered towards the mare. Maybe she'd join their herd- or maybe she'd join Amadeus. She had no way of knowing of course.

Muerto continued nursing hungrily. "Papa?" So that was why Dove, his mama, seemed to like him so much. Muerto had been confused on that bit. He raised an eyebrow, hearing hoofbeats. There was another foal. Muerto nickered happily and trotted out. He gently nipped her, and ran back to his mother, wanting to play. He snorted and ran around, weaving in between the big horse's legs.




Echo
-mare-•-4 years old -•-no foals, stage 0 heat-•-Riot-•-tags: Herd, Vagabond's herd
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Echo snorted, seeing a large herd in the distance. It was led by two stallions and they seemed to be heading towards Riot's herd. Riot was nervous clearly. Echo snorted at his nips and lightly kicked out towards him. She hated being pushed around, especially by stallions. Echo wouldn't go into the bushes if Harley didn't go into the bushes. Who knows what could be back there? Echo snorts, seeing her and two other mares go into the bushes. Maybe she should go too. No, none of the other mares were going. Echo stayed where she was boredly on the treeline. She was a follower most of the time, but she didn't care much right now. The dappled arabian mare looked to Harley with confusion in her eyes before dropping her head to the ground. She was clearly not wanted here anyways. Echo snorted. She'd be better off in the two stallion's herd anyways, more protection. She'd never get the attention she wanted, but at least she'd be appreciated. Echo looked back at Riot and then began to graze annoyedly. He was so panicked! He'd stand no chance against the pair of stallions anyways. Echo scraped up against a tree, itching her flank before rolling on the ground. All these annoying flies! She stood up once more and blew air through her nose, waiting for the stallions to finally reach the herd.


Marielle
-•-Mare-•-13-•-stage 0 heat-•-Mark-•-tags;Herd
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Marielle snorted seeing the two stallions attack. She was scared a bit, but mainly emotionless. She had to do something to help Mark. She immediately snaked Pandora away, seeing the bachelors had no interest in her, probably because of her eyesight. Marielle led her by her shoulder, away from the rest of the commotion. The roan mare also began to snake Lady, who was in the way along the path. She snorted and trotted further away from the fighting and other mares, hiding them among the treeline. "Mark will lose this fight. He'll at least have us left." Marielle nibbled Pandora's mane gently. "Are you alright dear? You must be startled." She sighed and dropped her head to graze. They wouldn't be noticed here and she was hungry anyways. After a few mouthfuls, Marielle raised her head again. She watched the stallions fighting. Mark was doing well, but the submissive stallion hadn't began helping yet. He had yet to lose- but he would. Marielle sighed. There was too much competition in the bachelors' herd anyways. She would never earn her rank as lead with what, fourteen mares? The roan watched over the pair of mares, while observing the fight. Nothing would get them here. Marielle either hadn't had enough time or was flustered, she would've grabbed more of the mares. She sighed. She had done her best at least. Willow was gone, meaning there was no longer competition. She could freely be lead, without having to fight for the right.


Niah
-mare-•-3-•-heat stage 0-•-Griffin-•-tags;herd,Petrova,Pilgrim
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Niah nodded at Griffin's comment. "It is. It's certainly a nice break from winter too. It's so warm and the birds are flitting around. The flowers start blooming as well. I love spring!" The appaloosa mare smiled, sitting down in the grass and tucking her legs underneath her. She watched as robins flew over the meadow cheering and chasing after each other. Hey we're interesting. They were grey with red bellies and darker heads. A rabbit hopped past warily. It was cute to Niah, if a bit distracting. It was brown and soft looking. Niah smiled and flicked her ear. Bugs had started to return. It was annoying, but then there were butterflies as well. Their vivid colors were like a burst of happiness. Niah sighed and continued looking around untill her peace was disrupted by a certain clydesdale stallion. Niah stood up, seeing Dawn being snaked away by him. He was larger and older than Griffin. What would Griffin do? "Griffin, look!" She snorted at the bay and turned to Griffin. "He took Dawn!" Niah snorted and pawed at the ground. She didn't care much, and wouldn't do anything, being she was a mare. She didn't want to lose Dawn though. She seemed nice, and kind. Was it Normal to let a stallion just snake you away like that? It must be if Dawn was doing so. She'd let Griffin snake her away. But- because her herd didn't want her. Niah pondered it for a moment. She watched Griffin, wondering what he'd do.



Liannah
Mare-13-pregnant-Aden- tags; herd,Marks herd, Vagabonds herd
______________________________________________________Liannah nodded. "I think a meadow would be a good place to start. Most horses are probably hungry from the winter." She shook her mane free of dirt and began at a slow trot towards the fields she knew of. She herself was pregnant, as well as the other two mares. They needed to go slowly. It wasn't worth the risk of injuring the unborn foals with all the bouncing around, just to go faster. The tobiano mare showed even further as they neared the field. There would surely be horses nearby. "There should be herds here. I'm not sure where but- whoa." She paused, seeing a large herd of fifteen or so mares. "How about that herd? The stallion is busy fighting another, you could snake a mare or two away while he's busy." Liannah blinked and looked again at the herd. Was she seeing this right? One stallion had such a huge herd? She then noticed there was another bachelor with him, probably his brother. All the same, they were distracted.

[Insignia.Peril]

Keep on Keepin' on | Kepner | Mare | 4 years | Appaloosa | Herd; none | Foals; Cody | Tag; Aden and Aden's herd (Angel, Dahlia), Cody | Heat stage; in heat

The mare kept her eyes on her young colt, just hours old, that was bounding around the open field. He seemed so full of life, and yet, Kepner worried there might be something wrong with him. He had seemed so fragile just a few hours ago but now he seemed to have found energy from somewhere. As a first time mother she didn't know what she should expect, but somehow she still worried she would lose the baby to a predator or even worse, a stallion. She felt herself going back into heat, and she felt uncomfortable about it. True, it was the time of year to do so, but it was too soon after having a baby in her opinion.
In annoyance at her thought, the young mare tossed her head and trotted off after her baby. She could see a herd in the distance, and her foal seemed to be heading right toward them.

Sunset Boulevard | Sunny | Stallion | 15 years | Gypsy Vanner | Mares; none | Coverings; none | Tag; Jericho, herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn), Griffin's Herd

The stallion noted the band stallion's discomfort with his presence and how he moved his herd away from him. Sunny tossed his head slightly and picked up a slow trot, trailing them but keeping enough of a distance to not be run off by the lead stallion. He was able to observe how the herd interacted with each other before he would make a move. Once the herd was stationary, the male lowered his head to the ground to graze at the sweet grass beneath him. His ears still alert and focused on the Clydesdale's impressive herd, the male chewed on the bite of grass in his mouth. He swallowed the bite before he continued to eat.

Dash of Class | Daesi | Mare | 20 years | Arabian | Herd; none |
Foals; Diana, Lucy, Merideth, Lexie, Serena | Tag; open

Daesi bolted, feeling her legs stretch beneath her, carrying her far away from the old paddock that was once her home. She didn't look back on it in sorrow, only to make sure her daughters made it out of the paddock. She could only find a few of her children, as Lucy was away at a competition. The old mare snorted in annoyance before slowing to a gentle trot. It was hard to keep running for so long because she was getting older and she had gained weight over the years. She watched as her children went on ahead of her, running at full speed toward freedom. She couldn't blame them for leaving her behind. At their ages, she herself would've done the same.

Dancing in the Rain | Diana | Mare | 12 years | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; Zola | Heat stage; in heat | Tag; Open

Diana took off, being the fastest of her family, toward the rolling hills and promising meadows beyond the confines of their old home. She tossed her head in the wind as it blew her mane and tail. It felt invigorating to be so free for the first time in her life. She felt as if she could go anywhere or do anything she wanted. The mare paused at a clearing before bucking in excitement, letting all of her energy out that had been saving up for the past few months. It almost felt too good to be true.

Zodiac Princess | Lucy | Mare | 9 years | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; in heat | Tag; open

The mare opened her dark eyes one morning to find she was still in the familiar trailer she traveled in. It was comforting to be in this small space, as if nothing bad could happen to her in here. It was her sanctuary- her home away from home. She was on her way to a competition that was somewhat far away, but she didn't remember it being this far away. The mare began to get nervous, her breath coming a little faster as nervous energy built up in her legs. She let out a loud whinny that echoed against the metal confines of the trailer.

Under Seattle's Lights | Merideth | Mare | 7 years | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; in heat | Tag; Basilio and herd

The light grey mare bounded past her mother and sisters as she raced toward freedom. Her motivations were slightly different than her family's, however. She was late in her heat cycle and was eager to find a stallion to flirt with, having only had practice with geldings. They were quite boring and never paid her too much attention. She saw a group of horses in the distance and headed toward them, flicking her tail upwards in the hopes of attracting a male if there was one in their group. She certainly hoped so as she was already nearly ten years without a foal which was nearly unacceptable to her standards.

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

Lexie, still in the paddock, grazed contentedly in the sun. She could hear the excited whinnies of horses nearby, excited to finally be free of their confines. In her opinion, life had been good where she was; plenty of fresh grass in the fields and there were still many bales of hay that she could eat. Plus fresh water that needed to be taken advantage of. Lexie paid no mind to the others running past her to get out. She was perfectly content to stay here- even if it was for the time being.

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

Serena made her way to a nearby lake to go for a dip. It was one of her favorite activities and she could do it as often as she could now. She padded into the water, wading in up to her neck which didn't take long. She nickered to herself as she splashed about, none of her family anywhere in sight. She didn't even think about the consequences making this much noise would bring her. Lots of predators lurked these parts now, and could easily come to pick off a yearling. Being so young, she rarely noticed these threats. When she was finished splashing around, she decided to roll in the dirt.

Grand Legend | Zola | Filly | 1 year | Arabian | Herd; none | Foals; 0 | Heat stage; not in heat | Tag; open

Zola wandered the fields aimlessly, not feeling strongly one way or another about where she ended up or what happened to her. She had somehow gotten separated from her mother in the commotion, and now it seemed daunting to find her. Head down, the filly sniffed at the grass but it didn't sound appetizing. In fact, she felt sick at the thought of food. The young female simply felt exhausted, everything was too difficult for her. Even the simple act of swallowing was difficult for her.

[lovestruck]

Ivy and Sola
-Mare/ filly • -11 years/a few hours • - stage 1 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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Ivy nodded. "Goodbye Chase. I wish you well." She glanced at Cerberus, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ivy decided, for the sake of both of them, she'd act like she was snaking Chase away. That way Cerberus would think she'd won, not told Chase to leave. That way he wouldn't chase after the mare and her young filly. Ivy knew he was in a bad mood, especially because of Salem, and she didn't want to see him mad. Ow. Pain ran through Ivy's abdomen and she trotted away from the herd. It seemed to have come so soon. Ivy's maw dropped, a gasp falling from her mouth. Once she was far enough from the herd, Ivy laid gently onto the ground. She sighed. -fade- Ivy kept her head down for a moment before hearing a soft nicker behind her. She looked up to see a beautiful filly. Ivy nickered to the filly and turned around, beginning the groom her. She was a chestnut sabino. Ivy nickered gently to the filly when she'd cleaned her off. Ivy stood up protectively, looking for signs of danger. She pushed the filly gently, asking her to stand. Ivy nipped at the filly's legs. "I think I'll name you Sola." She sighed and continued pushing Sola to stand up.
Sola squealed at the nipping and stood up eventually, a bit slowly and on wobbly legs. She attempted at walking around on her long legs before falling. Of course, ever curious, she got up again. Sola began to nurse, filling her empty belly. It was warm here. She looked to her mother, who gently nudged her. "Mama." She nickered, and continued nursing. Her mama was huge compared to herself, would she ever get that big? Would she be the color of her mama some day? Sola was confused a little. She was mostly hungry though, so she continued to nurse. Finally she stepped away and looked around. In the distance was a small herd. "Who are they mama?"


Salem
-Colt • -1+year •- no mares, too young • -tags; Herd
__________________________________________________ Salem squealed after the first nip. It had been rather painful. The pinto yearling snorted and bucked at the following nips. He didn't want to leave! Salem snorted and galloped back towards the herd again. He made a beeline for his mother, hoping she'd protect him. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to get killed. Why was Cerberus so mad? He was just doing what he'd seen Cerberus doing! Salem bucked once more, knowing Cerberus was out of range. Salem cowered behind his mother. He snorted. He'd at least take one mare with him if he had to leave. Who though? Maybe Chase. She was distracted now anyways. Or maybe Nightingale. She was pretty. Cerberus seemed to not like her much anyways. Salem squealed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He trotted out towards the edge of the herd nervously. He was genuinely afraid now. The pinto colt pawed at the ground worriedly.


Jericho-stallion • -15 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn),Griffin's herd,Sunny
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Jericho snorted, noticing the stallion was still trailing the herd. Jericho pinned his ears angrily and snorted once more. The bachelor was a few meters away from the herd, but it was obvious he'd been trailing them. The clydesdale observed the bachelor for a moment. They'd be an equal match, being both draft horses and around the same age. However, Jericho probably had much more experience than the paint bachelor. The bay stallion snorted once more. He wasn't in discomfort, simply annoyed. He didn't want this stallion near his herd, with the danger of snaking. Jericho trotted over with his head low and nipped the stallion hard, on the wither. He snorted, his ears still pinned flat to his head. The bay lashed his legs out towards the bachelor, aiming to contact either the ribs or shoulder. Either way it would be painful, but Jericho could break a rib easily. The shoulder would be painful for the bachelor, but he'd be able to fight back if he desired to. Jericho snorted and backed up, aiming to move away from any moves the gypsy vanner might try to make. Jericho swung his rump and flung out his back legs towards the stallion. They most likely wouldn't make contact as he was further away now, but they were a warning. Nobody messes with Jericho's mares. He swiveled, once more facing the palomino paint and snorted. His brute force wouldn't work as well as on, say, an Arabian. However, his knowledge and experience would pull him out easily in this situation. The possibility of Fable returning also lingered in his mind. He wouldn't let her return to see him empty handed, with no mares. Besides, he'd easily win. Clearly, if this stallion was a bachelor, he didn't have much experience in claiming mares. Jericho didn't mind him trailing much, but he'd have to stay much further back. Jericho couldn't trust any stallions besides himself around his mares. He snorted and pawed at the ground angrily.


Dove andMuerto
- mare/colt • - 4 years old/a few hours • - Muerto, stage 2 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery,Rain,Chase
_____________________________________________________ Dove sighed. "I'm glad you're okay. Thank you Amadeus." Dove let him lean on her shoulder. "He is isnt he? I named him Muerto. I hope that's alright. You weren't there to help me namenhim and he couldn't go without a name of course!" Dove gently nudged Washington and nibbled at his neck, continuing to support him and hold him up. "You should eat something. You've gotten weak over winter." She'd stay. Dove didn't want to leave him anyways. Dove didn't know about Flannery, but she refused to leave her stallion. Although shy, she was loyal. Dove nudged Muerto gently while he was nursing. "This is your father, Washington." She tugged at his mane playfully before seeing a mare and filly approaching. She nickered towards the mare. Maybe she'd join their herd- or maybe she'd join Amadeus. She had no way of knowing of course.

Muerto continued nursing hungrily. "Papa?" So that was why Dove, his mama, seemed to like him so much. Muerto had been confused on that bit. He raised an eyebrow, hearing hoofbeats. There was another foal. Muerto nickered happily and trotted out. He gently nipped her, and ran back to his mother, wanting to play. He snorted and ran around, weaving in between the big horse's legs.




Echo
-mare-•-4 years old -•-no foals, stage 0 heat-•-Riot-•-tags: Herd, Vagabond's herd
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Echo snorted, seeing a large herd in the distance. It was led by two stallions and they seemed to be heading towards Riot's herd. Riot was nervous clearly. Echo snorted at his nips and lightly kicked out towards him. She hated being pushed around, especially by stallions. Echo wouldn't go into the bushes if Harley didn't go into the bushes. Who knows what could be back there? Echo snorts, seeing her and two other mares go into the bushes. Maybe she should go too. No, none of the other mares were going. Echo stayed where she was boredly on the treeline. She was a follower most of the time, but she didn't care much right now. The dappled arabian mare looked to Harley with confusion in her eyes before dropping her head to the ground. She was clearly not wanted here anyways. Echo snorted. She'd be better off in the two stallion's herd anyways, more protection. She'd never get the attention she wanted, but at least she'd be appreciated. Echo looked back at Riot and then began to graze annoyedly. He was so panicked! He'd stand no chance against the pair of stallions anyways. Echo scraped up against a tree, itching her flank before rolling on the ground. All these annoying flies! She stood up once more and blew air through her nose, waiting for the stallions to finally reach the herd.


Marielle
-•-Mare-•-13-•-stage 0 heat-•-Mark-•-tags;Herd
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Marielle snorted seeing the two stallions attack. She was scared a bit, but mainly emotionless. She had to do something to help Mark. She immediately snaked Pandora away, seeing the bachelors had no interest in her, probably because of her eyesight. Marielle led her by her shoulder, away from the rest of the commotion. The roan mare also began to snake Lady, who was in the way along the path. She snorted and trotted further away from the fighting and other mares, hiding them among the treeline. "Mark will lose this fight. He'll at least have us left." Marielle nibbled Pandora's mane gently. "Are you alright dear? You must be startled." She sighed and dropped her head to graze. They wouldn't be noticed here and she was hungry anyways. After a few mouthfuls, Marielle raised her head again. She watched the stallions fighting. Mark was doing well, but the submissive stallion hadn't began helping yet. He had yet to lose- but he would. Marielle sighed. There was too much competition in the bachelors' herd anyways. She would never earn her rank as lead with what, fourteen mares? The roan watched over the pair of mares, while observing the fight. Nothing would get them here. Marielle either hadn't had enough time or was flustered, she would've grabbed more of the mares. She sighed. She had done her best at least. Willow was gone, meaning there was no longer competition. She could freely be lead, without having to fight for the right.


Niah
-mare-•-3-•-heat stage 0-•-Griffin-•-tags;herd,Petrova,Pilgrim
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Niah nodded at Griffin's comment. "It is. It's certainly a nice break from winter too. It's so warm and the birds are flitting around. The flowers start blooming as well. I love spring!" The appaloosa mare smiled, sitting down in the grass and tucking her legs underneath her. She watched as robins flew over the meadow cheering and chasing after each other. Hey we're interesting. They were grey with red bellies and darker heads. A rabbit hopped past warily. It was cute to Niah, if a bit distracting. It was brown and soft looking. Niah smiled and flicked her ear. Bugs had started to return. It was annoying, but then there were butterflies as well. Their vivid colors were like a burst of happiness. Niah sighed and continued looking around untill her peace was disrupted by a certain clydesdale stallion. Niah stood up, seeing Dawn being snaked away by him. He was larger and older than Griffin. What would Griffin do? "Griffin, look!" She snorted at the bay and turned to Griffin. "He took Dawn!" Niah snorted and pawed at the ground. She didn't care much, and wouldn't do anything, being she was a mare. She didn't want to lose Dawn though. She seemed nice, and kind. Was it Normal to let a stallion just snake you away like that? It must be if Dawn was doing so. She'd let Griffin snake her away. But- because her herd didn't want her. Niah pondered it for a moment. She watched Griffin, wondering what he'd do.



Liannah
Mare-13-pregnant-Aden- tags; herd,Marks herd, Vagabonds herd
______________________________________________________Liannah nodded. "I think a meadow would be a good place to start. Most horses are probably hungry from the winter." She shook her mane free of dirt and began at a slow trot towards the fields she knew of. She herself was pregnant, as well as the other two mares. They needed to go slowly. It wasn't worth the risk of injuring the unborn foals with all the bouncing around, just to go faster. The tobiano mare showed even further as they neared the field. There would surely be horses nearby. "There should be herds here. I'm not sure where but- whoa." She paused, seeing a large herd of fifteen or so mares. "How about that herd? The stallion is busy fighting another, you could snake a mare or two away while he's busy." Liannah blinked and looked again at the herd. Was she seeing this right? One stallion had such a huge herd? She then noticed there was another bachelor with him, probably his brother. All the same, they were distracted.

[. mira .]

Chase
They Call Me Confidence ● Mustang ● 10 years ● Lone Mare ● Heat Stage 4
Tags; Amadeus, Dove, Muerto, Flannery, Washington, Cricket, Omusa, Rain

The mustang nodded, then stepped to the side of Rain. "Call me Chase. And this is Rain." She pointed her nose towards the filly. Chase swished her tail. Would this stallion try to claim her? If he did, she'd probably go with him. Chase nickered softly, trotting around the tall stallion.


Griffin
On Noble Wings ● American Saddlebred ● 14 years ● Mares - Niah, Petrova, Pilgrim, Fable ● 1 Cover
Tags; Herd (Petrova, Pilgrim, Niah, Fable), Aidan, Jericho, Jericho's herd, Vagabond, Karlos, Vagabond's herd

"You are a mare I'm going to remember for a long, long time." Griffin said softly. He couldn't risk his whole herd for Dawn. That would be foolish and inexperienced. "He's beautiful, Dawn." The Saddlebred whispered. His young colt was gorgeous, certainly going to be a lady's man when he got older. Griffin groomed Dawn's mane affectionately, then licked his colt's head. Griffin then moved his herd away, trotting. He smiled softly back to at his former black mare. "Bye." He called softly, moving his herd out. Griffin spotted two stallions fighting. They both had big herds, but the older one had a bigger one, as expected. Griffin moved towards the larger herd, keeping his herd with him. He quickly moved out and snaked a bay Arabian who had strayed from the herd. He trotted away with his herd, making sure the just-snaked mare kept up. Then he slowed, away from the fighting, and spoke. "Hello. I'm Griffin, and I apologize for snaking you, though your stallion was a bit inexperienced to ditch you for a fight with an even more inexperienced stallion." The chestnut stallion smiled to the two new mare, nickering softly to ask if he could exchange scents.


Hope
Royal Hope ● Arabian ● 12 years ● Riot's herd ● Heat 0
Tags; Riot, Riot's herd, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd

Hope obeyed Riot, moving along with her head down. She checked on her filly much, though her filly was fine. Hope smiled to Revolution. "Why, thank you. She is a cute little filly. I hope she lives up to be just like Riot and I." Riot was really a great, experienced stallion. Hope didn't want to leave him. The Arabian mare couldn't get into the river with her very young filly, so she stood on the bank.

Annabelle
Mistaken for an Angel ● Arabian ● A few hours old ● Riot's herd ● Too young
Tags; Riot, Riot's herd, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd

Annabelle followed her mother. She took dainty steps, like her breed usually did. The Arabian filly stood next to her mother, confused. What was going on? It didn't matter too much. Annabelle felt tired, and curled up at her mother's hooves. Soon she drifted off to sleep.


Aden
Morning Glory ● Friesian ● 15 years ● Mares - Angel, Dahlia, Liannah, Lotus ● 2 Covers
Tags; Angel, Dahlia, Liannah, Lotus, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd, Griffin's herd, Griffin

Aden saw his mare's point immediately. They were right! The Friesian moved forwards, seeing other stallion snaking mares away. Aden quickly snaked away a white Gypsy Vanner mare. Aden kept his herd moving, then stopped. "Hello, welcome to the herd. I'm Aden. My mares can introduce themselves if they like." He smiled for a moment, then reached forwards and exchanged scents with the mare. He stepped back, watching the moving horses.


Juliette
Running With Fire ● Knabstrupper ● 14 years ● Lead Mare - Basilio's herd ● Pregnant (2 seasons)
Tags; Basilio, Lily, Ziva

She was glad that Lily took care of it. "Can the filly walk well? I think we need to find a good grazing area near a pond. We all need some good food." She spoke leader-like, but calmly, nipped the Gypsy Vanner's rump, telling her they needed to get moving. The Knabstrupper went in front, glancing back at the filly every little while. Juliette didn't really care about the filly, she just cared about how Lily would feel if the filly got left behind.

Ella
Heaven Is All Around ● Gypsy Vanner ● 5 years ● Vagabond's herd ● Heat Stage 4
Tags; Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd, Griffin, Griffin's herd

Ella was snaked to the other herd, as expected. She calmly watched the stallions, shaking her head. Mark was so inexperienced. Why didn't he just back down now? His herd would be hurt, but if he backed down now, he'd still have mares. Whatever, the Gyspy Vanner thought. Mark wasn't her stallion anymore, therefore his mistakes weren't her problem.

[Stiles Hale]

Rain squealed playfully at the colt and wanted to go play, she looked up at Chase, silently asking if she could go play, she missed Salem however she sensed that she couldn't have stayed there because of the issues between Ivy and Chase, and she doubted that Salem would be there for much longer.

Ziva started walking on shaky legs, she was glad that it was getting warmer, she'd been miserable during the winter and because it had been so cold and because her mother had died she'd feared that she would die too. And she didn't really want to think about that.

[-Floflo le floo-]

~Only true kings drink lion blood~

|| - A M A D E U S - ||

|| Stallion || Loner || 8 years old ||Looks:Click ||Akhal-teke || Coverings: 0|| Tags: Cricket, Omusa, Chase||

Amadeus nodded at the two- giving them friendly vibes. ''Ah. Chase and Rain. Very pretty names. Souits you both a lot. Say, would you like to join my herd madame? I'd love it if you could. And i'd surely love it if the filly would come too. I do love foals.''He said, smiling at the mare politely. Amadeus looked at his mares and back at the filly and Chase. He was doing pretty well so far. He would have 4 mares and a filly if Chase would accept coming with him. He was pretty happy with his findings. All of his mares were pretty and smart.

~Friends are kisses blown to us by angels~

|| - A N G E L - ||

|| Mare || 7 years || Looks: Click || Purebred Spanish horse||Herd: Aden's|| Covered || Tags: Aden||

Angel looked at the fight, suddenly interested. The appaloosa was pretty nice looking- his tail was giant. He then looked at the two stallions. One was taking care of the herd, and the other fighting. ''They're trying to steal his herd away. I don't think all these mares were their own mares before he came to steal them from this appaloosa stallion. But i am not sure. Aden, you could try to steal some mares. Steal two or three. I am pretty sure all of us can back you up if you need help.''She said, smiling at her stallion. She saw a pretty mare with a little colt. The colt was adorable! ''Steal the mares who are mostly pregnant or the ones that already have foals. The more, the better!''

(Juuustttt a tiny bit confused on Amara. XD )

~Even the sweetest person is bitter~

|| ~ M A R K ~ ||

|| Stallion|| 13 years old || Looks: Click || Appaloosa||Coverings: 4 || Tags:Herd, Karlos and Vagabond||
||Herd members: Lady, Marielle, Pandora||

Mark suddely snapped at the stallion. That's it. He could feel his face going red from so much anger. He lifted his tail up and snorted. Now his movements were beginning to look a bit more violent and scary. Mark suddenly took a few steps back and frowned. He pinned his ears back and pawed the ground annoyed. ''Die.''Mark whispered quietly, so only the two stallions could hear. He quickly ran to the stallion and AIMED for one, good, hard kick- using ALL of his force. He didn't care if he missed or not. But at least he'd show how scary and violent he'd be if someone would indeed make him angry. He snorted as he backed off a little bit. He'd at least try to injure him a bit for stealing his mares. He looked around, and he saw Ella just giving bad vibes. Anyway Mark didn't like her much. He was pretty glad she left. He looked back at the stallion and violently roared at him, sort of. He accepted that most of his herd was stolen, but he still had Lady, Marielle and Pandora. And he knew there would be plenty of mares out there to claim. He had good looks, he was strong, experienced and sweet. What kind of mare would refuse to go with him after all?

~Thunder is the sound of hoofbeats in haven~

|| - E L E C T R A - ||

|| Mare || 6 years old || Looks: Click || Lipizzan ||Herd: Lorenzo || Tags: Cinder||

Electra followed after Cinder, unsure on where they were going. She wasn't too familiar with her surroundings here, but she hoped they would find good shelter where they could just rest and be safe. She kinda hated winter, really. She liked Autumn, Spring and Summer. NOT winter.

(waiting for more replies)

~Life is too sweet to be bitter~

|| - S W E E T I E - ||

|| Female/ filly || 10 months old || Looks Click || Purebred Spanish horse|| Tags: Kairi ||

Sweetie snorted. She swished her short tail- which wasn't that small anymore. She looked at her mother- honestly, she was sad she had to stay. Sweetie wanted to go with her. She was the one who decided to take her in and take care of her too. She admired Kairi for that, and she was very thankful for her. But choosing to stay with such stallion did make her angry and confused.
Sweetie looked at the stallion, with a frown and then back at her mother. ''I hope i'll see you around after i leave though. Thank you for taking care of me and being there for me when no one else would.''

(waiting for more replies)

~Devils are not the only sinners~

|| ~ D I A B L O ~ ||

|| Stallion|| 18 years old || Looks: Click||Friesian|| Coverings: 2 || Tags: Herd||
|| Herd members: Lyric, Jolene, Elena ||

The stallion saw a huge herd in the distance. It was perfect. It seemed like two stallions were working together. He smirked and looked at his mares. ''Stay here. I'll be back.''He said. He trotted over to the herd and went at the back of the herd. He picked a very random mare to snake away. Unlucky him, he picked a mare with a colt... Great. He rolled his eyes, and he quickly snaked the away from the giant herd. Diablo was huge so one stallion was distracted. The other was a bit smaller than he was which was great. Diablo was also way older- so if the brown stallion would try to fight, he'd just have to injure him.

~Secrets are mistakes for liars~

|| ~ S E C R E T ~ ||

|| Mare || 15 years old || Looks: click|| Rocky mountain||Herd: Wolf's || Pregnant || Tags: Riff's herd||

Secret saw a herd in the distance. She walked over to them, and her head was down full of sadness- but also respect. She let out a quiet nicker to them and stood just a bit far away from them to give them their personal space. She swished her tail and she looked at her belly. Yep... She did start to look quite pregnant.... She was unsure if the stallion of that herd would try and kill her foal after it has been born. She didn't want that... Secret looked at the other mare. She was pretty indeed. She also seemed very friendly. She hoped she'd make good friends. But in the same time, again. She just wished her foal wouldn't be a colt. She didn't want him to be killed. She thought about the two names again. Romeo... Or Aurora? Romance. Or beauty? Colt? Or filly? Hard to choose. Honestly, even though she wished it wouldn't be a colt because of this stallion... She wanted a colt deep down inside.. A strong, tall, fit stallion who would treat mares just right. ...A stallion she never had the chance to have. But having a pretty mare who would carry on her blood line and provide beautiful foals was very entertaining too. Secret was confused. She had a mixture of feelings. She felt sorrow and pain- but in the same time, she felt excited and wanting.

(Waiting for more replies)

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

|| ~ A M A R A ~ ||

|| Mare || 13 years old || Looks: Click|| Gipsy vanner||Herd: Vagabond's|| Tags: Pandora ||

The mare snorted angrily and aimed to kick the stallion. She did NOT want to get touched by him or anyone else. He didn't even prove himself worthy of keeping her! Even if he was older, Amara didn't like weak stallions. Submitting to another stallion? Did this one have some sort of brain damage? He would miss on breeding, claiming mares and taking care of a herd on his own- even making mares carry on his blood line! And he just let everything go to the other stallion that was smaller than him? This one must be very stupid. She agreed with the appaloosa, only the weak just let themselves get played around with like puppets. She wanted NOTHING to do with those two.They already had plenty of mares, and if she were to go, that would just be minus one. After all, the bigger the herd, the easier it is to steal mares. And if a few mares do wander off, those two would be busier with others and maybe one day, in winter, a few horses would get lost and even let mares just die!

(Just a bit confused. Did Aden steal Amara?)

~Flowers blossom only when you smile~

|| ~ L I L Y ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 13 years old || Looks: click||Gipsy Vanner||Herd: Basilo's || Tags: Basilo, Juliette|

''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.

~Everything is sparkly to me~

|| ~ S A V A N N A H ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 12 years old || Looks: click||Gipsy vanner||Herd: Cerberus' || Tags: Cerberus||

''Yes, iv'e been in many, darling. Why you asking?''She said, and lowered her head down to graze. He looked around and saw two stallions circling a herd with a appaloosa stallion. She looked at Inez, and made her look the way she was looking. ''Well this would be interesting to watch~ A little bit of fighting and drama doesn't hurt,
does it? I don't know who will win, but if the two stallions win, it would be interesting to see what they would do after.''She said, and watched the exciting fight go on. She was excited.

~Words don't mean anything~

|| ~ A L A S K A ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 15 years old || Looks: Click||Gipsy Vanner || Herd: Riot's || Tags: Herd||

The mare was quite confused why everyone was so agitated. But when she saw the problem, she saw Riot being slightly panicked. She respected Riot and she understood why he was so scared. He didn't want to loose his mares because he cared a lot about all of them. At the thought of it, Alaska gave the stallion a small smile- reassuring him that everything will be okay. She calmly moved along with Harley as she gently pushed her somewhere. The mare flicked her tail getting rid of the annoying flies. She then begun to trot around a little bit- kinda confused by what was going on.

~Your soul belongs to your freedom~

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|| Mare || Loner || 18 years old || Looks: click||Mustang||Herd:Wildfire's||Tags:Wildfire, Denaria||

The mare looked around. There was one pretty mare in the distance. She gently pushed her stallion to her and trotted up to the mare. She let him do the talk this time. Ghost was unsure if the mare would be nice or not. But there was one thing for sure if this new mare would join the herd. Ghost would remain as lead. She was way older and she had a very strong build. She could win any challenge any time.

[Stiles Hale]

Wildfire trotted up to the mare and remembering his mistake with Francesca he decided to go up and talk to her. Shaking out his black mane he moved closer till he was right in front of her. He would keep Ghost as his lead but he did want another mare and she seemed to be alone, for now at least.

[Albino_]

Texas Rose > mare > 9 years > Herd; Merlot's > heat stage; in foal(pregnant) > tags; Morning Glory, Merlot, Herd and Milly

Texes Rose watched as the mare paid little to no attention to her filly and she sighed. As she watched her foal then switched over to the mare who was obviously in the last stage of heat. Texas Rose watched as her foal came galloping back to her side. As she did that Texas Rose pinned her ears and nipped her filly on the neck, not enough to break skin, that was Texas Ross's way of saying 'that was bad, never do it again' Texas Rose looked at her troublesome filly as Morning Glory said sorry to her and Texas Rose nodded as she went to groom her filly

Morning Glory > mare > 9 months > herd; Merlot's > heat stage; 0 > tags; Texas Rose, Merlot, Herd and Milly

Morning Glory looked after the mare as Morning Glory looked around and had a feeling something was out. She full on galloped back to her mothers side. Morning Glory jumped back as her mother pinned her ears and gave her a nip, as she listened to her mother "sorry, momma" Morning Glory said to her mother. After she said that Texas Rose lightened up as she started grooming her. Morning Glory started to groom her mother back.

Xena > mare > 15 years old > herd; none > heat stage; 3 > tags; Riot and his herd

Xena snorted as she looked around. The fresian sport horse took off at a trot as she then slid to a stop seeing a herd of horses. She walked closer to the Herd as she let out an unsure winnie. Xena then stopped closer to the herd to see a nice looking stallion. The mare was still unsure about the group. Xena was skittish so one wrong move and she would be gone

Taffy > mare > 15 years old > herd; none > heat stage; preggo but foal will die > tags; Jericho and his herd

Taffy watched from afar to see two stallions fighting. She then dropped her head and grazed still keeping an eye on the two fighting stallions. Taffy then flicked her heat scented tail as she pawed the ground to get more grass. She was alone all winter and managed to survive. She stayed far away from the 2 stallions, you couldn't scent her that well but you could see an outline of her

Don Felipe > stallion > 15 years old > herd; none > tags; Kathida

Don Felipe snorted as he scented to air, he caught a faint scent of what smelled like a mare. He took off at an extended trot to show off his floaty movement's. His name and tail blew in the wind. He then stopped a good distance from the mare as he let out a friendly neigh. He reared and stretched his neck showing off

Stella > mare > 12 years old > herd; none > heat stage; 3 > tags; open

Stella quietly grazed keeping all eyes and ears open. She snorted as she lifted her head up. Stella then started trotting off as she looked around. Stella was alone and she didn't really like it.