♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) V.2 Open and Accepting!

[Ember1989]

Breeze
Mare - 2 Years old - Tags:Legend, Anubis

Breeze waited for Anubis to finish with the other mares and grazed on the grass, lost in thought. What could she do to show Anubis she was sorry and she respected him? She would do anything to make him happy.

[Lavellan]

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Wash ● Stallion ● American Warmblood ● 11 Years ● Tags: Ang/Herd/Devine
Mares: Devine, Dove, Flannery, Paris ● Foals Sired: 4

Watching the appaloosa mare move towards the herd, he offered a small nicker to the all white mare, Ang, continuing the offer, Wash turned to face the herd, ears pricking forward as he spotted two new members. Nickering softly to both new mothers, he sent a smile to Dove and Flannery both. He would introduce himself to both of them when they were a little bit older - the mothers might get a little bit touchy about a swift approach by him. Instead, he turned his attention to the new lead, Devine, who was grazing quietly. Nickering softly to her, he moved closer to her, touching her shoulder with a soft muzzle. Turning his touch to her shoulder, he began to groom her. Taking his time, he pulled matts and dirt from her pelt, slowly moving his touch from shoulder to flank, from flank to hip. Nudging her hip softly, he asked her permission.
*fade? Feel free to have her kick him off if you want cx*

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Stallion ● Lusitano ● 7 Years ● Tags: Herd
Mares: Ohanzee/Pepper/Gloria● Foals Sired: 5

Noting the tension that overcame the new mothers as Gloria came closer to the foals, Riff stepped between them and her, flicking his pale tail lightly. He didn't want any fights, not right now. The sun was already blistering the pink skin of his nose, and his pale eyes were getting sore from the sun's bright rays. Glancing to Pepper, the mare barely balancing on her shaky legs, Riff flicked his ears uncertainly. Her coat was slick with sweat, which was being produced even still, even after the effort of While it had seemed that mother and foals had been alright, it seems as though the mare was clearly suffering. "Let's go." He affirmed, staying behind and ensuring that everyone went before him. When the herd was moving, he pushed himself forward in a quick trot, closing the distance between him and Pepper. "Here." He said softly, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with her, allowing her to lean on him if she so wished. While the river wasn't too far off, he didn't want her collapsing again on the short journey. It was very plausible that she'd push him away, nip at him until he was out of range, but he took the risk.

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Mare ● Kathiawari ● 12 Years ● Tags: Dante/Jolene/Avril
Stallion: Dante ● Heat Stage: 0

-Had no muse for her, she's just grazing minding her own business-
Flicking her tail, deliberately ignoring the conversation between the mare and stallion, Rizzo raised her head at Dante's nicker, nodding once to the stallion. A little 'thanks' for his sympathy. She began to lower her head, but Jolene's comment caught her ears. Raising her head again, she chuckled inwardly. "And I won't stop this time either." She shot back, her tone cool but a little glint of teasing in her eyes. Sure, she'd like lead mare status, but the last time, Rizzo just wanted out, so her constant challenging was a hopes to get kicked out. This time - if Jolene and Avril were to stay, she'd challenge once, then whoever won won, fair and square. If Rizzo was not successful, that would be fine by her. Swishing her tail, Rizzo lowered her head, beginning to graze again, keeping herself to herself for a little while longer.

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Mare ● Paint ● 4 Years ● Tags: Sola
Stallion: Cerberus ● Heat Stage: 1

Raising her head as the filly touched her shoulder again, Inez nickered softly in thanks, then lowered her head, continuing to graze. The filly's flicking tail was lashing almost non-stop, a sure sign that she was in her first heat, and clearly uncomfortable with it. Raising her head sympathetically as the filly began to speak, Inez tilted her head as the filly spoke of being unable to make friends. "Well..." she began, tilting her head thoughtfully, "Making friends when you're young is difficult. There's lots of different things out there that you have to learn, and sometimes meeting other foals in that time can be intimidating." Smiling lightly, she continued, "So, now that you're older, you'll find it easier to make friends. Sure, older horses, or, certainly," Nodding in Cerberus' direction with a smile, "Bigger horses can be intimidating, but once you get to know them, they're not all that bad." Looking around her to all the mares in the area, she continued. "Once you find a herd... Well, they're your family. You and the other mares kinda have to be friends, otherwise your time together will be awful, and no one wants that." Smiling lightly, she looked to the filly. The youngster was clearly uncomfortable, trying to use a tree to calm herself. Smiling sympathetically, she nodded to Ivy. "Go speak to your mother. Perhaps she will let you go with that other herd? Or, perhaps you don't want to. Perhaps you want to find your own stallion, and that's okay too. But you won't know what you can do until you speak to her." Smiling, Inez lowered her head to graze again. Sure, Ivy would probably run the filly out of the herd once she learned of her daughter's heightened heat, but Inez kept that to herself. It might help Sola make her decision.

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Mare ● Arabian x ● 6 Years ● Tags: Icarus/Aria
Stallion: Icarus ● Pregnant: 4 Seasons

Flagged tail swishing lightly, Daae laughed, a light, musical sound. "Isn't it obvious that I had?" She retorted, her chestnut tail flicking against her rounded stomach. "However, the winter was harsh for not just your own herd, sir, and I lost my stallion to the extreme weather." Smiling sadly, she looked to the paint stallion, eyes shamelessly roaming his form. "Well, Icarus, you're in luck, as you've just found a second mare to join you." Speaking matter-of-factly, the increasing discomfort in her abdomen pushing a need for her to find a stable herd, she added herself to the stallion's harem without thought. Chuckling, she added, "If you'll have me, of course." Her last sentence was directed to both stallion and other mare, who would be lead in their little herd. Smiling sweetly to them both, she waited patiently for their responses.

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Mare ● Shire ● 8 Years ● Tags: Cash
Stallion: Cash ● Heat Stage: 3

Grooming the stallion was proving to be something calming to the mare, and Elphaba's muscles relaxed as she busied herself with his roan pelt. He moved away, and she watched him with a lightly confused expression. Was he not enjoying it? Oh, no, he wished to speak. Relaxing the muscles she didn't realize that she had tensed, she listened to him, a small smile spreading across her face. Stepping forward, she touched her nose to his, a small movement of pure affection. "I'm honoured to be the beginning." She said softly, exhaling a soft breath onto his muzzle in a playful gesture. Stepping back, giving him his space once again, she glanced around them. The world, which had once seemed too large, too open, too scary, was now full of possibilities. Looking back to Cash, ears pricked, she tilted her head lightly. "Should we go find more herd members?" She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. Flicking her scented tail, she looked around them again, a sudden excitement bubbling in her chest. There were other mares out here, others to join them on their adventures through this world, and Elphie couldn't wait to meet them.

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Mare ● Akhal-Teke ● 13 Years ● Tags: Jimin (Anubis' herd mentioned)
Stallion: - ● Heat Stage: 3

Listening to the other mare, gray ears pricked to her eagerly, Requiem flicked her pale tail happily. This was so much better than being alone! And this mare - Jimin, as she introduced herself - seemed to be quite nice, happily engaging in the conversation with her! Nostrils quivering lightly, Requiem allowed the other mare's words to enter her ears. "Well, Jimin, it's a pleasure! Although, if you don't mind, I might call you Chim - that's quite an endearing nickname!" Smiling sweetly, a little movement to her left caught the mare's dark eye, and she froze, ears pricked and nostrils flared, searching for what it had been. A little noise of surprise left her throat as she spotted a full herd down the hill, a large black stallion amongst a harem of mares. "Oh my! Chim, look!" She said, turning her body parallel to the other mare to get a better look at the herd. "Down there! A herd! I can't believe I haven't spotted them before!" Laughing lightly, she tossed her head, lowering her head to get a better look. The large, black stallion held the regal, small head and short mane of her breed. "Why, it's another Akhal-Teke!" She exclaimed, looking back to Jimin. "Isn't that typical! You wait for another of your breed to show up, and then two come along at once!" Laughing again, the sound holding a musical quality to it, she turned back to Jimin. "So, Chim, darling, what's your story? How did you get here?"

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Mare ● Connemara Pony ● 9 Years ● Tags: Ned
Stallion: - ● Heat Stage: 1

Sighing lightly, the sooty dun mare traveled slowly but steadily across the terrain. Annie lowered her head with a yawn, dark tail swishing behind her almost non-stop. Sure, she enjoyed the freedom of being wild, but oh man, did she miss the fly-spray that the humans would use on her. Shaking her mane, she tried to dislodge any from her neck, but they just continued their assault. Sighing quietly, defeated, Annie just kept continuing on her journey. Perhaps she'd meet another horse out here? Or maybe a pony?Chuckling, she shook her head at the thought. The likelihood of her finding another pony out here were slim. Just as that thought crossed her mind, a form came into view. A buckskin stood not too far from her, and, as she paused to regard him, she noticed his size. A pony! Whinnying, the high pitched sound splitting the air around them, she strode forward, closing the distance between herself and this stallion. Nickering a soft hello, she lowered her head in greeting, offering her scent. Sure, she had been rather forward, but her excitement at finding another equine of her stature out here was far too exciting to bother with normal morals.

[sharklord]

ALE LX
Stallion/Mares: Angel, Hera, Elena, Jordan/Foals: None/Elena, Eulah, Hera
Alex laughed. "Yes, lets go back." He agreed.
He trotted back, stepping carefully. He made his way to Hera. "Are you okay?" He asked sniffing her. Her heat overwhelmed him, and he started to groom her side, pulling mud and twigs from her mane. Nudging her side, he asked to cover her,
knowing she probably wouldn't refuse.

[carpe noctem.]

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Mare ♔ thirteen ♔ Akhal-teke ♔ Foals: none ♔ Stallion: Alex ♔ Heat: three ♔ tags; herd

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Hera exhaled deeply as she lay on the ground, letting herself take a moment to just zone out of her injuries and think. What the hell was that mare thinking? Only stallions would do such a ridiculous thing! She was angry, ashamed in herself, and in pain. Hera wanted to just sink in the grass and completely disappear. Instead, she was getting nips in the rear by Alex & Angel, telling her to get moving. She got up quickly, following the herd until they slowed down.

She turned her head, looking at all the horses in the harem. Naturally, Alex was with his special little favourite, Elena. Hera tossed her head, and begun to space herself out from the herd. She wasn't getting covered by Alex, and her heat was beginning to become increasingly annoying and pestering. Hera was resourceful, and hoped that a stallion would try to snake her or something like that. She had grown no bounds with any of these horses, she had no reason to become loyal to them, so why should she stay.

[Λlpha]

Thowra || 12 Years || Stallion || Mares: Euphoria, Arya || Covered: 1 || Foals: Zeus, Skiron || Tags: Zeus, Euphoria, Arya & Skiron, Auka

Thowra was pleased that the two mares didn't seem to have an immediate dislike for each other. Hopefully, that would mean that they get along. He turned his attention back to the pinto mare, stepping back to allow room for her into their 'circle' of sorts. An immediate greeting, he thought, certainly a good sign. "Hello there, Auka. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is Arya and Euphoria." He gestured to each mare in turn. "And I am Thowra."

Jewel || 6 Years || Mare || Stallion: Olympus || Heat Stage: 4 || Foals: None in RP|| Tags: Olympus, Poppy

Generally, Jewel would rather tease the stallion a while longer before she joined him. However, Poppy and Olympus looked so hopeful that she felt as though putting it off a little while longer would break their hearts. She smiled. "Alright, you've won me over. I'll join you." Jewel said, taking a step forward to exchange scents with her new stallion. She swished her tail. Her heat was very strong now and she hoped that Olympus would cover her quickly. She did not want her foal to be born too late because it may lessen its chance of survival.

Zeus|| 1 Year || Colt || Herd: Thowra's || Dam: Artemis (Not In RP) || Sire: Thowra || Tags: Thowra, Euphoria, Arya & Skiron, Auka

Zeus pinned his ears and bared his teeth at Skiron in an attempt to look intimidating. However, he was not expecting the nip aimed at his shoulder. He flinched, a little squeal of annoyance escaping him. The nip did not hurt, but it was embarrassing. Zeus reared up on his hind legs, waiting for Skiron to do the same. This was his trump move, the move in which he would overpower the younger colt and win this sparring match.

[nat13]

Elena

Mare | 4 years | Kabarda |Herd: Alex's | No foals | Form/Looks | Tags: Alex, Herd

The mare flicked her tail as she watched Alex trot off towards Hera and nudge her hip. Would she want to get covered by him? Even she could smell the heat scent from here, and quite understandably as it was so far into the season. Flicking her tail, she lowered her head to the ground, grazing. Even after losing to Angel, Hera was still acting all high and mighty. Elena snorted into the grass before lifting her head again to look at the mare with narrowed eyes. She wondered if at some point either of them would snap and have a fight as well. Trotting forward, she flagged her tail and kept her head high as she went towards Angel to groom her, glaring at Hera the entire time. Hmph.

Lumandi

Stallion | 12 years | Arabian |Mares: Iris | No foals | Form/Looks | Tags: Iris

Giving her a confident grin, the stallion raised himself to his full height before continuing to groom. "Thank you." He nickered, his tone smooth and flirty. He groomed for a bit more before hearing a few others mares in the distance whinnying. Twisting his ears towards their direction, he looked up, eyes greedy. They would come next. Turning his head back to Iris he realized that the heat scent was still there, though faint. If this mare wanted her foal to be born at a good time she would surely prefer being covered now than later. He continued grooming down her back to her group until he nibbled gently and temptingly on her rump and softly nudging her hip. Looking up to her face, he asked for permission to rid her of her heat. His own Arabian tail was raised, eager.

Miran

Stallion | 16 years | Andalusian |Mares: Robin| No foals | Form/Looks | Tags: Robin, Dante's herd, Rizzo

Miran continued his canter, his pace quickening slightly. "We have to try looking anyway. We need more horses to survive the winter." He nickered lowly to the mare without looking back at her, scanning the meadows ahead with his sharp eyes. He stopped abruptly when seeing a herd with a stallion and three mares by his side, and possibly a foal or two? He squinted, not entirely sure. Picking up his trot once more he got closer to the herd with his eyes locked on a beautiful mare standing off to the side, grazing. He turned around towards Robin, nickering for her to stay there before going into a full gallop towards the horses. Running forward towards the lightly-colored Kathiawari, he halted in front of the mare and reared, shaking his mane and his hooves flying in the direction of the stallion. His roar thundered in the clearing as his large figure thumped down onto the ground threateningly before rearing once more.

[Tornassuk]

A N U B I S

:: Akhal-Teke :: Stallion :: 15 Years :: Coverings: 0 ::
::|:: Mares: Breeze ::|::
Tags: Breeze, Bihni, Maddy, Requiem & Jimin (Mentions)

Truthfully Anubis did not believe the mare one bit. He could see the anger brooding inside her no matter how contradictory her words may be. "Good." Anubis replied, his voice was still low but he had dropped the somewhat aggressive body language. Even though the chestnut filly had apologized, Anubis wasn't quite sure if he had the patience to deal with her anymore.
With that done Anubis moved back over to the two mares he was initially talking too. He doubted their heats would last much longer and he wanted to deal with that first then he can move on and worry about the other mares around him. Hopefully they would all understand. He nickered softly to Bihni, alerting his presence to the mare as he was not entirely sure she was paying attention. The mare was quite focused on a yellow flower for a reason unknown to Anubis. He nuzzled her gently, telling her he'll be with her in a second before moving over to Maddy. He groomed the mare, starting at her withers and working his way down her back once more. He glanced around briefly to make sure no more trouble was brewing and that everyone was still around. He glanced at a tree a little a ways in front of him and noticed two Akhal-Teke mares standing there talking. They were both beautiful, he'll need to talk to them after everybody else. So many mares around him all at once and seemingly not enough time as it was no midsummer.
Anubis nibbled the spotted mare's rump once more like he had done earlier before being interrupted and then nudged her hip lightly, asking for permission.

R i o t
:: Arabian :: Stallion :: 16 Years :: Coverings: 0 :: Foals Sired: 3 ::
|:| Mares: Revolution, Taehyung, Echo |:|
|:| Foals: Daisy |:|
Tags: Revolution, Renegade, Echo

Riot was a little relieved that the large stallion had decided not to attack them. Riot wasn't very interested in fighting a giant. Riot glanced around to make sure all of his mares were okay when his lead suddenly gasped. Riot whipped his head around,
nickering softly to her he nibbled her neck gently trying to comfort her and make sure she was alright. She was heavily pregnant and had had some trouble with moving, was this their foal? She excused herself and Riot nickered one last farewell to her before watching her leave. He was mildly concerned for his lead. She lost a foal and was getting up there in age for mares, he hopes everything goes smoothly. Riot would be heartbroken to lose her.
Lost in his thoughts Riot did not notice Echo approach until she spoke. He pulled his ears back as the mare voiced her concern for them running off. "You know I wouldn't leave you. I just had to move the herd a bit further away to safety. He glanced at the hill the draft stallion had been standing at. He was gone now, which is good. Riot seriously believes he just encountered the world's tallest horse.
His gaze slipped past her, landing on the small chestnut colored colt. He was adorable, a handsome little thing and Riot was ecstatic to finally have sired a colt out here in the wild. With the six or seven children he has produced out here, Echo's new foal is his first colt. Riot nickered a soft hello the colt, glancing up at Echo to see if he could approach he decided against it. She looked rather protective right now. While Riot hasn't had a problem with his mares like that so far, he had seen how their old co lead mare Harley had reacted to a rival approaching her and her newborn foal and Riot wanted none of that. Instead he decided to gently nibble Echo's neck as she groomed her children. Daisy was definitely a chestnut as she was now a yearling with no color change, however he wondered if their little colt would also stay a chestnut or if he would start to gray out like his mother and him.
Another whinny caught his attention and he turned to look to see Revolution coming back with a small little body walking beside her. Riot's heart soared, so happy and relieved to see his lead mare back with a healthy child. Riot nickered gently to her in greeting, walking up to approach her with his head lowered submissively. Their child was a beautiful chestnut color. He too wondered if this little guy would gray out like him. He looked up at Revolution with a smile on his face and asked her, "So who's this little fella?"

Ameena
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 15 Years :: Stallion: Mark :: Lead Mare :: Heat Stage: 4 ::
Tags: Mark, Marielle, Apollo

Ameena pinned her ears in warning as Marielle looked her way and when she came over Ameena nipped her heard on the neck. She saw her body turn to kick her and Ameena swung her rump around as well, kicking the mare twice when suddenly Apollo who had been standing beside her took a hoof to the rib cage and fell into the water. Ameena stopped fighting momentarily, nickering and moving forward to check on her colt. He stood up out of the water and started heaving up water. Ameena's concern for the colt multiplied by tenfold and she pulled her ears back, unsure of what to do. Was her colt about to die? No horse is so supposed to inhale water.
However he started breathing and Ameena let out a sigh of relief. Mark came rushing over and took him away and Ameena was alright with that if it meant taking him away from Marielle.
Speak of the devil, another hoof connected with her rump violently and Ameena was suddenly reminded of that disgusting disgrace of a mare. To go so far as to hurt another mare's child and for what? Rank? That's a pathetic reason to hurt a perfectly innocent colt. To think, she could have killed him just now.
The Arabian mare squealed sharply, she would have roared if she could but only stallions can roar so an intimidating squeal it is then. She laid her ears flat against her head, her eyes full of malice the mare started kicking back as hard as she possibly could at the roan mare. She kicked at her over and over and Marielle did the same. She watched the roan mare carefully to see if she would try anything like attacking her side as she continued kicking her. Each kick Ameena threw was carefully aimed at the same spot, Marielle's upper rump. It was the easiest place to kick and hitting it in the same spot over and over would cause the mare to become sore. Each of her kicks were strong and powerful, fueled by the rage of an unbridled Arab who was deep in her heat and just had her foal attacked. If you ask her, Ameena believes Mareille just made a big, big mistake attacking her in a state like this.
You don't mess with a mother bear.

Apollo
:: Colt :: Araloosa :: Three Months :: Herd: Mark :: Sire: Mark :: Dam: Ameena ::
Tags: Ameena, Mark, Marielle

Poor little Apollo just couldn't catch a break. First the roan mare had stolen him and just when everything had calmed down and Apollo thought the rest of the day would go smoothly, movement exploded beside him and one of the roan mare's hooves connected with his rib cage, sending his small little body toppling over into the water. For a few seconds he was totally submerged and panicked, breathing in water. He spluttered and flailed around under the water before finally finding the ground and standing up, raising his head out of the water. Apollo coughed and heaved, large amounts of water spilling out his mouth and back into the lake. Just when he was able to breathe his father came over and whisked him away from the now two fighting mares.
Apollo cowered behind his father, lanky legs shaking a bit out of fear. He looked up at the tall stallion as he asked if he was okay. Apollo felt like being tough and saying yeah, but he wasn't. His butt hurt from the nip Marielle gave him earlier and now his ribs hurt really bad, not to mention his throat was irritated from coughing up the lake water. He shook his head and answered quietly, "No."
He lowered his head and peeked out beneath his father's belly. The roan mare, Marielle, was no longer sick and was fighting his mother now for reasons Apollo does not know why. She didn't even look sorry about hurting him and now she was hurting his mother! Earlier this year he felt terrible for the roan mare and did not understand why his mom did not want him near her. Now he knows why, that mare is evil. Apollo frowned, feeling anger for the first time in his life. He hopes that roan mare breaks a leg.

Fable
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 12 Years :: Stallion: reserved :: Heat Stage: 3 ::
Tags: Donovan, Myth

Fable watched the stallion carefully for any signs of malice or annoyance but to her surprise there was nothing but happiness. Fable glanced around somewhat uncertainly before walking further away from the forest. She walked slowly and carefully, moving her head up and down trying to see everything and everyone fine as her eyes adjusted to the light. Fable made sure Myth was behind her at all times, not too far away but also not straying or bouncing out in front to greet the stallion. Fable was quite nervous, it was her first foal in the wild and Fable didn't want to lose her.
She stopped a little ways away from the rest of the mare, snorting nervously before posturing herself to come off as a little more confident. She glanced at the mares warily before looking at the stallion in front of her. He was extremely tall, taller than Jericho had been and far more muscular. If she was destined to die carrying Jericho's foal there was no way in the world she'd be able to carry his, Fable doesn't even think she'd be able to hold him up. However, that wasn't super important right now. "Hello, I'm Fable."

Myth
:: Filly :: NSH :: 1 Month :: Herd: None :: Sire: Griffin :: Dam: Fable ::
Tags: Fable, Donovan

Myth's eyes soon adjusted to the light. There were a lot of blues and greens. Ahead of them were a few other horses led by a giant black stallion. Fable moved towards him and Myth followed her mother obediently, sticking to her shoulder. Myth was neither over confident or scared, she was sort of in a neutral state right now. They stopped in front of the stallion and as her mother talked she admired the stallion's stature once more, dark eyes wide. He had excellent muscling all over his body and a long mane and tail. His legs were thick standing on hooves perhaps trice the size of her mother's. Myth furrowed her brow.
Was this her dad? It was the first stallion she's seen, which would usually indicate yes, it is her father yet she felt like it was not.
She looked up at her mother who had introduced herself and Myth decided, no this wasn't her dad. Her mom wouldn't need to introduce herself to her mate. Myth sneezed lightly, suddenly bored she turned around and nursed off her mother while the adults chatted.

Arya
:: Mare :: Appaloosa x QH :: 7 Years :: Stallion: Thowra :: Heat Stage: 2 ::
Tags: Skiron, Thowra, Euphoria

Arya looked at Thowra, examining her stallion for signs of injury or sickness but he seemed as healthy as ever. As he introduced her to his new mare Arya dipped her head for a politeful greeting to the mare. "Pleased to meet you,
Euphoria" Arya nickered. The mare looked to be slightly older than her and would likely become the lead mare, unless they were to run into Denaria again. Which Arya is perfectly fine with the buckskin mare being lead, Arya hasn't ever really been one for such a thing. Arya glanced to the mare Arya called over. It was a lovely colored pinto mare. She was the same age as Euphoria and Arya wondered if she were to join would she want to be lead mare. And if so, would there be a fight for lead?
Arya is happy she has no drive for lead. She'd hate to fight and deal with the stress of being lead mare and always having other mares challenge you. Arya is perfectly content being somewhat low on the totem pole.

Skiron
:: Colt :: Appaloosa Cross :: 4 Months :: Herd: Thowra :: Sire: Thowra :: Dam: Arya ::
Tags: Zeus

Skiron paused, his eyes lighting up as he felt his teeth clamp down on the yearling's soft skin. He did it! He flicked an ear back. Now what? He has him, what does he do now? Bite down harder and shake? Sure, let's do that. Before he could act on his new plan however the skin slipped from his teeth as the yearling reared up, front legs kicking a bit at the air. Skiron backed up quickly to avoid any blows from the hooves, head tilted as he studied Zeus with a quizzical expression. The colt looked to be inviting him to also rear up with him. Skiron felt like he was being led into a trap, he knew that Zeus knew what he was doing, or at least, far more than himself so he must be doing this for a reason. Instinct told him don't engage, do something else yet he decided to indulge the colt. He knew he was likely about to bite the dust but he thought that by rearing up he can learn what Zeus is up to, how to do it himself in the future and how to avoid such a move next time and counterattack. Skiron let out a short, sharp squeal, rolling his head and striking at the air with one hoof before rearing up, flailing his tiny little legs at the golden colt as he took unsteady steps forward towards Zeus.

Pepper
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 7 Years :: Stallion: Riff :: Heat Stage: 4 ::
Tags: Herd

Pepper started drifting asleep once more when a slight nudge from Ohanzee woke her up. She check to see if her foals were still by her side before plodding along behind the mare. Pepper hoped the river was close, otherwise she worries she might not make it. Her legs felt so heavy, her small hooves dragging across the ground. She no longer even felt the energy to swat away the flies with her tail. When Riff came over offering her support she took it gratefully, pressing up against him.
When they arrived at the river Pepper drank greedily from the water, her front legs splayed to help keep her up as she drank wobbled like a newborn foal's and as her temperature climbed she started to shiver. Once she had her fill Pepper walked in a couple feet and sat down in the water, letting her eyelids close as the water rushed over and around her. The water, while not as cold as she would have liked, was noticeably cooler than the temperature in the air. Normally Pepper would be nervous about being near such waters, there could be a hidden current ready to sweep you off your feet and drag you downstream or perhaps there will even be some gators in the waters. Some grew to lengths of twelve feet and beyond with jaws so strong once they bite down it's nearly impossible to force their jaw open. Surprisingly fast on land and even faster in water. Horrifying little beasties they are. Pepper wasn't really quite sure where they were located or if there were gators here, but where she came from there were and thus she learned to be wary of rivers although right now she was not worried about such terrifying predators. She didn't worry about anything right now, not even her foals for her mind drifted in and out of reality.

Alkun & Empress
:: Colt / Filly :: Arabian x Lusitano :: One Month :: Herd: Riff :: Sire: Riff :: Dam: Pepper ::
Tags: Herd

Empress pulled one ear back and raised her brow as the twins introduced themselves. They had some weird, complicated names. Much too long for her to remember and even if she did remember them she doubted she could pronounce them. No, Empress shall simply call them 'one' and 'two'. While Empress waived away the twins names, deciding to come up with her own simpler ones for the twins, Alkun spent his time trying to remember them, repeating the names to himself silently in his head over and over again. Both twins however pinned their ears as the twin fillies asked what's wrong with their mom. Neither of them knew, they both feared they had a broken mom but they wouldn't admit that aloud with anyone but each other. "Nothing's wrong with her! Mind your own business!" Empress snapped, nipping at the air in front of the filly who asked the question. Alkun simply nodded in agreement, supporting his sister.
Their mother reprimanded the fillies, much to their pleasure and then they walked away, leaving them behind. Whatever, they weren't fun anyways. They turned around to go interact with someone else but found that everyone had moved on. Not wanting to be left behind the twins quickly scrambled after the group. They ran past their mother, deciding they did not want to travel with the broken mare and instead ran up to the roan mare and her twins. The two skipped along happily with the pair, tails flagged as they took in all the new sights and sounds.
The river soon came in sight and the twins slowed, eyeing it uneasily. Their mother did not seem scared of the river, no she even walked right into it after taking a drink. The twins took this as a cue that it was safe and ran into the water, sopping when it reached their knees the twins turned to face each other and started sparring in the water. Sparring was perhaps a bit of an unusual activity for a filly, but Empress found she quite enjoyed it.

Menhit
:: Filly :: Half Arabian :: 1.4 Years :: Stallion: Riff:: Sire: Riff :: Dam: Pepper ::
Tags: Herd

[size=90]Menhit's dark eye watched her mother carefully and with great concern. She wasn't looking very good, what's wrong with her? Is she going to be alright? She looked at Ohanzee, the lead mare who has been wild her whole life and then at her father.
Surely one of them would know and be able to explain to her, right? However no one looked at her in return or offered any explanation or advice. They started moving to the river and Menhit thought briefly about taking care of the twins but when she turned and saw the pair travelling along with Ohanzee she decided the mare did not need the help of a half blind horse. Menhit paid no mind to the newcomer Riff brought. She had bigger concerns to occupy her thoughts. She moved over to the far right of the herd so that her bad eye faced her herd mates and her good eye could watch her the land at her exposed side.
When they reached the river Menhit took quite a bit of time checking out the water. While her mother strolled right in Menhit spend a good couple of minutes sniffing the water nervously, then spinning this way and that to see everything around her. Menhit was always a little nervous around water as that's where the lion had attacked her when she was just three months old. Although, Menhit had not seen any of the very big cats since last winter and she wondered if they all died out or moved elsewhere. Still,
she would always be nervous around watering holes no matter how long she goes without seen a big cat for she knows that they exist, somewhere, and she has the scars to prove it.
Eventually when she felt safe enough that nothing would attack her Menhit slowly lowered her muzzle to the water, testing it a little before drinking, small light golden ears swiveling back and forth listening for quite paw steps.

[lovestruck]

Jᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ
stallion-14-feeling:tired,excited-tags;Herd,Bluebird-mares; Kaia, Candy, Desire,Jack,Storm,Whiskey
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Jericho nodded. "Bluebird- what a pretty name. I do love the birds, you see quite a few of them out here." He tilted his head a bit. "Would you like to join my herd? I'd be glad to have such a gorgeous mare alongside me. All of the mares are very kind, I'm sure you'd love them." He always made sure not to say my mares. They weren't his, nor did he treat them as such. He was theirs, their protector and leader and friend. He didn't believe any horse belonged to another, even if they were in their herd. The bay stallion, rather happy now, potentially having two new additions to his herd, perked his ears. He glanced back at the gathered herd with pride. Six horses and counting. Jericho kept his ears pricked and alert, for not paying attention to his herd could lead to them being stolen, or injured. He supposed he'd need to cover some of the mares soon, as it was beginning to become the summer months, if the hot weather said anything about it.


Dᴏᴠᴇ & Cʜɪᴘ
mare/colt-6/1 week-feeling:happy-tags;herd-foals/heat stage:Chip,stage 2
________________________________________ Dove grazed continuously. She needed to eat plenty so her colt would have enough milk. The dappled paint mare flicked an ear, her heat becoming a bit uncomfortable. She flicked her tail nervously, before clamping it against her rear. She didn't want to bother Washington, as he was probably busy with other mares. Dove huffed and continued grazing as her colt nursed. He'd grown in strength and size over the past week, a big change from the newborn that he'd seemed to be just yesterday. Dove lifted her dark head and stared into the distance where Flannery was walking off. She was giving birth, clearly. Dove hoped everything would go well for the playful mare. She continued grazing, occasionally forgetting to resist the urge to lift her tail. She flicked her ears, being rather conflicted. While she wanted to get covered and get rid of the pesky heat, she didn't want any mares near her colt unattended. Dove flicked her tail again and lowered her head, grazing and occasionally glancing at Washington, hoping to gain his attention. The mare finally lowered her head, watching as Flannery got up in the distance. That must mean she was done then. Dove couldn't wait to see the mare's foal. She flicked her tail once more, and grazed.
Chip nursed ravenously, for he needed to build his strength up. He thinks she'd like his father a lot, if his mama would just let him go near Washington. He looked like his father, but with his mama's white spots. Chip wondered why his name was chip. It was a funny name. He'd much rather be named Grass, or Dirt. Something he knew about. He didn't know much besides sky, wind, sun, grass, and dirt. And of course Mama and Papa, and that ever growing urge to nurse. He could never be like his papa, surely. He was so regal and proud and tall! Chip was small and scrawny, on his wobbly legs. Surely he'd never be so confident!


Iᴠʏ & Mᴇᴅᴜsᴀ
mare/filly-13/2-feeling:worried-tags;herd,Riff's herd- heat stage/foals-Medusa,heat 2
________________________________________ Ivy huffed as Sola neared her. The young mare's heat scent was strong, and she'd need to leave now, even if Ivy didn't want to see her go. Ivy nudged the filly lovingly, and nibbled at her mare before giving her a sharp nip on the rump, causing the filly to run off. Ivy played this game of chase, continuously nipping the reluctant mare, for she had to go. Sola finally galloped away, her mane and tail flying out behind her, and the black mare watched as she became but a speck in the distance. Ivy dipped her head regretfully towards Cerberus. Perhaps it was her fault the two herds had been unsuccessful. They'd had a long break here for a while, though, and it was time to start searching again. Ivy knew she'd have to satisfy Cerberus' need for mares, before he became even more enraged than he was now. Ivy flicked her tail and began at a slow trot, making sure Cerberus had calmed down a bit first. She'd have to find a herd. She knew of an old meadow, where herds often passed through, and perhaps there'd be one about now.
It was a short journey, and a successful one by the looks of it. A younger stallion with four mares and a few young foals was standing in the middle of it. Ivy glanced at Cerberus. She hoped he'd be at least somewhat successful, being that he'd been mad before, and probably still was. She watched the herd for a moment before dipping her head and grazing.
Medusa nursed, wondering what her mother was looking for. There couldn't possibly be much better than milk! The grumpy filly flicked her tail, happy they'd finally stopped. Medusa continued nursing before glancing around. There didn't seem to be many foals here, but there was a younger looking mare! She began to wander towards her before she was stopped with a harsh nip from her mother. Ok- clearly, a rule must be she had to stay next to Mama at all times! The dark foal returned to her mindless nursing, wondering when they'd move again.

Sᴏʟᴀ
-mare-2 years-feeling:comforted-tags;herd-heat stage/foals- heat stage 4
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Sola moved towards her mother, as Inez had suggested, and Ivy frowned before nudging her shoulder lovingly. She chestnut mare wiggled her tail happily, but her rump was instantly met with a nip. What, was she not allowed happiness any longer? Ivy chased her and Sola cried out. This must be what being forced out of a herd was like. She ran back towards Inez desperately, but her mother nipped her several times and she gave up, galloping away. She galloped in the direction of the herd Cerberus had accidentally chased off. She'd find them, for they were a small enough herd so that she wouldn't get lost among them. Sola flicked her tail and lowered her head to graze, having run for some time now. She munched the grass hungrily before realizing she was alone in the open. This wasn't safe much! The sabino mare flicked her tail and continued on at a slow paced canter. Soon, she found the herd. She let out a friendly nicker, gazing at all the mares. There was a beautiful white mare, who seemed to hold herself up with confidence, most likely an agressive lead mare. There was a kathiawari mare, who seemed to have a neutral position in the herd. And, there was a mare with small scratches. She had probably challenged the lead, or perhaps been attacked by some predator. That either meant she was dominant or slower, easily attacked by a carnivore. The stallion was busy trying to cover a mare, so he probably wouldn't noticed Sola. Sola stood there for a moment, observing the herd and waiting for an answering whinny.


Eᴄʜᴏ & Bᴀʏᴅᴀʀ
-mare/yearling-5/1 month-feeling:anxious-tags;Riot,Tae,Rev-heat stage/foals-Baydar,heat 3
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Echo sighed, "I knew that, that was a stupid thin for me to have said." She pinned her ears slightly, embaressedly. She noticed Riot getting closer to the colt, but didn't mind. As long as other mares didn't near him, it was ok. Daisy seemed to be bonding with the little chestnut too, so that was good! She enjoyed the attention for a moment, before he walked away to greet Rev's foal. Echo was happy for the mare, after losing her filly. She flicked her tail, beginning to become uncomfortable with her heat. Echo herself wondered as well how the colt would turn out. He'd be handsome either way, with that moon marking on his face. He was a mare magnet, surely! As would Daisy be a stallion stealer. She sighed to herself and began to graze, letting Baydar nurse while Daisy bonded with him. Echo lifted her tail a bit, but continued to graze. It wasn't too important anyways, she didn't want to bother Riot, he was so excited with his new foals!
Baydar poked the filly's nose with his own. He tilted his head slightly. "Sissy?" He asked, nudging the filly's shoulder. He smiled a bit and continued to nurse. "Very good." He said, complimenting his sister. "Looks like me!" He whinnied happily and bumped noses with her again. Baydar reared, his father small body not too intimidating against the large yearling. "Play?" He asked, but was nudged by Echo. "Quiet down Baydar! Goodness, you'll attract all the wolves in the forest!" Of course this shut up Baydar, for her heard many scary stories of brave stallions fighting off hoardes of wolves.


Dᴀɪsʏ
-yearling-1.2-feeling:lonely-tags:herd-heat stage/foals:n/a
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Daisy nudged her brother playfully. "Yes, I'm your sister, Daisy!" She pricked her ears happily and nudged him again, nibbling at his mane. What a cutie! Daisy couldn't wait to have a foal of her own some day. The chestnut yearling smiled a bit when he said very good. "I am pretty great, aren't I!" She flicked her tail, her ego growing even bigger with every word of this colt's. Perhaps he'd be nice to have around after all, complementing her and all! When he suggested playing, she nearly said yes, however her mother nudged herself in and interjected. Daisy sighed. "Mama's a little grouchy because of her heat, Baydar. Don't worry!" Baydar simply stood there looking confused and she tussled his mane. "How about you play with this leaf? Since mommy won't let you play with me! You can chase it on the wind. And so, the pair of chestnut arabs did so, soaking in the summer sun.

Mᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ
-mare-13-feeling:angry-tags:herd-heat stage/foals: none, heat stage 4
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Marielle continued kicking Ameena, hitting the same spot Ameena chose to hit her in, the top of the rump. Marielle honestly hadn't meant to hurt the colt, and she honestly did somewhat regret it. She wasn't quite sure why she hated this mare and her colt so much, but it'd only increased since Smoky's death. Marielle believed she could, and would win. It was all she had left to fight for, and if she couldn't win, she'd try again. Over and over and over again. She continued kicking, over and over again. While Ameena was fueled by her heat and foal, Marielle was fueled by both her heat and this darkness inside her, calling her to fight this mare and win. Marielle wished Smoky had never died. She'd been perfectly happy before that. Grief began to overwhelm her again and she nearly gave up, but she pushed down the feelings and continued fighting with rage she'd somehow conjured from within. Never again would she lose something she loved. She'd fight for it, over again if she had to. She'd push down this darkness, for it made her a mare she didn't want to be known as. After this fight, she'd be Marielle again, whether she was lead or not. It was just another battle to win, a battle deep inside her heart. Sorrow filled Marielle's eyes, but she pushed it down. She had to keep fighting, as Lin as she didn't falter, she would be ok. Marielle watched Ameena, if she tried anything, Marielle would be ready. Marielle continued the steady thrum, kick, swing, kick, and swing.

Sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ Bᴇ Mɪɴᴇ (Amina)
-mare-13-feeling:worried,annoyed-tags:none-heat stage/foals: Lovey and Somba, heat stage 3
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Amina continued grazing, ignoring he two fillies. She'd gotten accustomed to their fighting now, and didn't quite mind it any more. She kept her ears pricked for danger. They really did need to find a herd soon, before autumn. Amina needed to get rid of her heat, plus Winter would roll right in before she knew it. Amina flicked her tail, and nickered shrilly. Perhaps a stallion would catch her heat on the wind, or hear her desperate nicker. Since she didn't have a colt, any stallion would easily accept her surely, for her fillies would grow up and become that stallion's mares as well. Amina had already started calling Lovey her filly, which was good, for she should be treated as well as Somba was. Suddenly, a crack in the bushes had Amina's head raised, to spot a rusty coat. She flared her nostrils and pinned her ears as it crept through the brush, and leapt. Time seemed to slow down as it pounced. The wolf shredded her front leg, causing blood to roll down it in little drops, like glimmering rubies among her dark hairs. Anger and a need to protect the fillies was the only emotion Amina felt as she slammed down onto the wolf, shattering his many bones. He tried to limp away, bleeding, and Amina did so again. If he lived, he'd known it to mess with a mare ever again. Amina flicked her tail, and reached her muzzle towards the warm body. It was limp and in breathing. Dead, it was dead. She pinned her ears and got between the fillies, nudging them forwards quickly. There could be more wolves nearby, and they needed to move

Lᴏᴠᴇʏ & Sᴏᴍʙᴀ
-fillies-3/4 months-feeling:happy,playful-tags:none-heat stage/foals: too young
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Since their Mama had stopped to graze, the twins were back at it again.
Lovey reared and charged towards little sis, and slammed slightly into the grey filly. Somba huffed and charged, and tangled her leg's with Lovey's, and fell. "Ow," she groaned playfully as she got back up, tugging Lovey's mane. She darted off before the older filly could react however, and stomped teasingly. Lovey charged forwards, but skidded, hoping Somba would dart out of the way. Instead, she tumbled into Somba, whinnying happily. Both fillies stood up, and continued their playing. For some reason Amina wasn't scolding them as much as usual. They continued tussling, before hearing a sound in the distance, and a brown body darting through the brush. However, their mama quickly moved towards it. The two fillies glanced towards each tuber and clung to each other's flanks. They watched as Amina stomped on the creature, bones crunching under the draft mares weight. They both darted forward and peered at the creature. "What's that Mama?" Lovey asked. Their mother answered with 'a wolf.' Lovey and Somba looked at each other and shrugged, beginning to play again. However, their Mama seperated them. "We need to move before more come," she said. And so, the trio trotted off into the meadows, in search of both a safe place to graze and nurse, and a herd to join.

[CaffeinatedLlama]

REVOLUTION
Lead mare ♦ 16 years ♦ Heat: 0 ♦ Mood: tired ♦ Tags: Herd
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Revolution chuckled softly as Riot came over to meet their foal. "Riot, this is Renegade, your son. Renegade, this is Riot, your father." she said, nosing her hour-old colt softly forward so that Riot could meet him properly. Renegade's eyes widened as he took in the stallion before him, before reaching his nose up to exchange scents with his sire. Rev looked over to see Echo standing with her new colt, and nickered a congratulations in the other mare's direction. Her colt was handsome, as was Renegade, and they were both the picture image of Riot. Turning back to her stallion, Revolution moved closer to him and began to nibble at his mane, grooming him. She had missed these little grooming sessions, and was glad to be back with her herd-or at least what was left of it. Renegade nursed for a second or two before trotting off towards Echo's chestnut colt, looking for a play.

DONOVAN
Lone stallion ♦ 16 years ♦ Herd: Kammie & Aspen ♦ Mood: calm ♦ Tags: Herd, Fable & Myth
GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME

Donovan nibbled both Kammie's and Aspen's manes softly, then moved towards the new mare, cautious to not get too close to her foal. Reaching out his nose to exchange scents, he acknowledged her introduction with a dpfaont nicker. "Hello, Fable." he said, his tail softly swishing back and forth. Now he was closer, he could tell he would never be able to cover her at the risk of her dying, but that didn't bother him at all. He loved all of his mares equally and would never cover one against their will or at risk of them dying during birth. "I am Donovan, and it is lovely to meet you. Your foal is gorgeous by the way, congrats." he said, looking down at her adorable foal. Now, how on earth is a pregnant...well not any more of course, and beautiful mare such as you out here alone? Surely you must have a stallion." Donovan flicked an ear back to check on his two other mares, to make sure that they were ok.

[Starwindrider]

Jinsoku
Jinny ~ Female ~ 8 Years ~ Heat:0 ~ Tags: No Horse ~ Link

Jinsoku gallops along the grass and heads towards the crystal, shimmering lake. Jumping over a fallen log, she tucks her legs close to her body and clears it gracefully. As she lands, she does a sharp turn and kicks out at empty air. Then, tail and mane streaming behind her in the wind, she gallops back down towards the lake. Without faltering, she plunges in. The lake is not deep, only chest deep. Jinsoku smiles and drinks the sweet water. She looks around, water dripping from her wet muzzle, for any other horses.