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

[Starwindrider]

username;; Starwindrider
number of horses;;stallions;;3)) mares;;3)) foals;;1
tagged players;; stitch♡, long live the king, Silent Wish, bluebird., evixtus, ForgottenShadow, lost thoughts, Gifting Dogs, chuskiies
in remembrance of the fallen;; Senshi


N E R O//the great emperor
Nero ~ Stallion ~ 9 Years ~ Purebred Andalusian ~ Coverings: 2 ~ Progeny: None ~ Herd: Mina, Lovey, Somba, Moon, Aria, Nepenthe ~ Tags: Herd, Nagi ~ Link
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Nero winced at the mare's harsh words, but he knew she was telling the truth. He would stand no chance against an older stallion. He led his herd away quickly, he didn't have to nip or push them, and he never had to. Stopping, he looked back and no longer saw the stallion or the woods they were in. Now, his herd was near a small stream. He looked around for danger one last time before going to drink at the stream, but kept his guard high.
Noticing Mina in discomfort, he went forward and groomed her gently, asking, "Are you alright, dear?" He didn't want anything bad happening to his herd, and definitely not Mina.
Nero pricked up his ears upon hearing some other horses, and saw another Andalusian mare. He nickered to her, inviting her to come drink at the stream as well if she wanted. It had been a long time since he'd seen another of his breed.


K A S H I K O I//the wise steed
Kashi ~ Stallion ~ 13 Years ~ Lusitano x Thoroughbred ~ Coverings: 1 ~ Progeny: Jinsoku, Senshi ~ Herd: Cheyenne, Witch ~ Tags: Herd ~ Link
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Kashikoi turned and galloped through a few trees, skidding to a stop when he saw a flash of black. Was it another stallion, or... He looked closer as it formed the shape of a horse.
"Witch!" Kashi called, finally finding his mare. He made sure Cheyenne stayed close as he moved forward to check Witch. No injuries, no blood, no scent of predators.
"Whoa, we thought we'd lost you," Kashi sighed in relief. He looked around for any signs of danger and found none. This place was a good place to rest for awhile. Leaning forward, he groomed Witch.


S P I R I T//stallion of the cimmaron
Spirit ~ Stallion ~ 12 Years ~ Kiger Mustang ~ Coverings: 0 ~ Progeny: None in RP ~ Herd: None ~ Tags: Raine ~ Link
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Spirit groomed Raine as well, picking out the leaves and twigs from her light coloured mane. Just like the good old days, they were together again.
Spirit groomed her from mane to back and to her hindquarters. He nibbled her tailbase and nudged her, waiting for her permission.


J I N S O K U//the swift wind
Jinny ~ Mare ~ 7 Years ~ Lusitano x Thoroughbred x Mustang ~ Stallion: None ~ Foals: None ~ Herd: None ~ Heat: 3 ~ Tags: Nashashuka ~ Link
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Jinsoku staggered out the trees, the sunlight blinding her after a whole day in the dark forest. The run had taken lots of energy from her and she was sure she'd also scraped her knee. There was a tall hill ahead of her, and she thought she saw a horse there, but it might be hallucination.
Jinny neighed as loud as she could try, to attract that horse's attention. She stumbled and fell, and let herself stay there on the ground.


G O L D E N//dawn's first sunlight
Golden ~ Mare ~ 12 Years ~ Australian Stock Horse x Brumby ~ Stallion: Thowra ~ Foals: None ~ Herd: Thowra, Auka, Ambrosia, Skiron ~ Heat: 3 ~ Tags: Herd ~ Link
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Golden stepped away with a smile at Thowra. As he trotted onward, catching up to the herd, Golden followed. They stopped a little way, and Golden could tell he was looking for something, or someone. Nibbling his mane gently, she asked, “Who are you looking for?”, her voice filled with concern, not jealousy. She swished her heat-scented tail, hoping Thowra could cover her soon.


I N T R I C A C Y //the delicate dove
Casey ~ Mare ~ 10 Years ~ Purebred Lusitano ~ Stallion: Dajarin ~ Foals: Fudge ~ Herd: Dajarin, Fudge ~ Heat: 3 ~ Tags: Herd, Zenyatta ~ Link
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Intricacy shrugged as Dajarin said no. Well, he wanted the best for her and caves weren't the best places. Casey shook her tail in annoyance, bothered by her heat. She stepped up and groomed Dajarin, prompting him to cover her soon.
Intricacy rolled her eyes as the new mare introduced herself, unimpressed by her “queen of horses” name. What made this one think she was so great, a brain of fluff? Ah, so she was a racehorse. Intricacy stretched her muzzle at the other mare, sniffing her scent with a hint of suspicion, and drew back her head regally, asserting her dominance.
She knew racehorses. They were well cared for, given food and shelter whenever they needed it. Intricacy huffed. This mare had better been grown out of her luxurious life if she wanted to combat the harsher life in the wild. Intricacy raised her head, ignoring that mare’s pinned ears. Whatever that mare thought, she definitely didn’t have much experience, if she thought she could impress others with her human-given title.


F U D G E//life's sweet joys
Fudge ~ Colt ~ 9 Months ~ Purebred Lusitano ~ Coverings: NA ~ Herd: NA ~ Tags: Intricacy, Dajarin, Zenyatta ~ Link
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Fudge cantered back to the herd, nickering at the new mare. He narrowed his eyes. Queen of racehorses? Didn’t hear of any, and didn’t even know one existed. He silently encouraged his dam on as she displayed her strong dominance. Fudge stood beside her and raised his head, glaring defiantly at this new mare. She may be taller, but he was growing and strong. No mare would dare harm his dam.

[hydroiid]

name;; Nashashuka
nickname;; Nasha
age;; 8 years
gender;; stallion
breed;; spanish mustang
herd;; none
tags;; jinsoku

nashashuka's body tensed up as his ears grew alert. Due to not being able to smell anything,
the stallion relied on his eyes and ears to find out where the sound of a distressed mare came from. He turned around before scanning the area around him, it didn't really take long for him to lay eyes on a collapsed mare.
Nasha let out a huff before cantering down the hill.
Nasha relaxed a bit as he neared the mare, he glanced over her before moving to her side. He pressed his nose against the mare's neck before pushing upwards, encouraging the mare to try and stand. It would be wise to get the mare to a safer area.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

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[ mare ] [ 4 years ] [ no herd ] [ heat stage: 2 ] [ no foals ] [ tagged; open ]

⇨ Nagi's movements were small shuffles. She softly blew on the blades of grass before grabbing a mouthful. She was relaxed, but still alert. Being on her own, she had to always keep an eye on her surroundings. Her thick shoulders pulled the rest of her body forward, and her tail gently flicked against her thighs. Deciding to stretch our her muscles, she moved into an easy trot. She only stopped once she noticed a water source, and contently dropped her head to gaze on the brush. She picked up her head as she noticed multiple horses nearby. One ear rotated towards them, she chose to focus more on her grazing.

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[ stallion ] [ 3 years ] [ no herd ] [ covered: none ] [ no foals ] [ tagged; desi ]

⇨ He snorted with satisfaction, noticing her behavior beginning to change. He caught a wave of her heat scent, which made the blood in his ears pound. Her coat was uniquly curly, and very attractive. Throwing his head, he thrusted his nimble body forward, stretching out his forelegs as he quickly transitioned from rest into fast motion. Ears pinned, he kicked out with his hind legs, the energy and scent of the female giving him speed.

[drift.]

S U N B U R S T Mare,Mustang, Alfie, Heat 5, Tags; Alfie and Jewel
Sunburst tossed her head, surprised to see the stallion being so protective towards his medium sized herd. She gave him a reassuring whicker in return, hoping she seemed less threatening. The palomino's head nodded as she stepped through the heard towards the black fresian, admiring his healthy coat and strong features. She flicked her neck in an arch, causing her mane to toss to the other side of her neck and out of her eyes so she could see him better. There was another mare, whom she also greeted by sticking her velveting nose towards her and letting a soft nicker escape her lips.



| P I S T O L | 13 years : _ _ Cross : Stallion, NONE : Heat, 3 : Tagging Cerberus's Herd
the dappled mare tossed her head in agreement, watching the mare carefully. Ivy seemed to lose interest, so Pistol bent her head to graze, watching both mare and filly in turn. Happiness flooded her chest. As becoming a friend to the lead mare would have its advantages. Perhaps she would be more welcomed by the stallion if he saw that Ivy trusted her. Lifting her tail to smack at the flies, all the while keeping her focus on the sound of bugs buzzing in the trees and the nicker of a mare from the herd they were near. Pistol grew uneasy as time drew on. She wasn't used to things being quiet and easy for her. Not like this. The dappled mare was constantly running from something, attacking something, or losing sleep over having to watch for predators. Pistol wished she would hurry up and get used to being able to graze for a long perido of time- it felt good to have a full belly.

| J I M B E R | Stallion : 10 years? : Herd| River, Iona : Tagging Iona, Evita,
Jimber bumped into Iona's hindquarters with his chest, encouraging her to move River forward. As he did so the palomino mustang decide he would stay at the back, watching for any bachelor stallions that would be getting desperate. Tossing his cream and black mane as he quickened his pace to keep up with his new lead. She had forgotten to round them up, but the stallion shrugged it off. She would learn in time. As she paused in front a beautiful landscape Jimber thudded to Evita's side, "It's amazing." he breathed quietly to her, "You all rest and get something to eat." he knew it really didn't need to be said, but a feeling of relief washed over him when he spoke it aloud. Like the fact that they were safe and no one had been harmed yet encouraged him. Giving her a gentle nibble on her neck, he moves forward to scope out their new grazing grounds.



| R E T T | Mare : Belgian Draft : Stallion: Shura : 17.? hh : 9 years? : Heat scent: Preggie : Tagging Shura
Rett turned a little to watch the cremello mare through watchful brown eyes. She would make sure that mare wasn't trouble. The draft mare instantly judged others, not even realizing she did it half the time. Her tail flicked the nasty flies away from her stomach and haunches as she bent to graze the lush grass that sprouted near the pond. She thought the draft mare seemed nice enough, maybe even a bit shy. She swung her neck to groom at her stomach, feeling an immense amount of joy as she pictured what would come of her being with a new stallion.


D E S I lone mare : Curly Horse : 9 years : Heat- 3 : Tagging Rai
The pinto colored mare shot forward, her legs pounding the ground as she drew nearer to the mustang. She was taller than most others of her breed, so her long legs matched that of the mustang beside her. With a toss of her head, she inched forward, her neck stretched in effort as she thundered along. Desi snorted, impressed with his speed and strength already. With a final jump over a small indention in the earth, she pulled ahead. She whinnied in triumph, raising her head giving Rai an Im-better-than-you look. She raced on, knowing if she stopped now the stallion would overcome her and get the gloriously delicious bragging rights.
(Who's going to win? Tie?)

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

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[ stallion ] [ 3 years ] [ no herd ] [ covered: none ] [ no foals ] [ tagged; desi ]

⇨ He felt her riding up beside him and pulling ahead. Letting out a loud snort, he pushed his hooves against the ground and threw his body forward. Rai's flesh rippled with the smooth muscle underneath, and he could feel himself inching up on the mare. Stretching his neck out, he used the rest of his strength to propel himself forward, managing to become in line with Desi. The stalemate continued on, so the black stallion finally decided to slow. Breath quick, he looked over curiously at the curly-coated female. "So will you join me?" He asked in between breaths, watching for her reaction.

(Sure, a tie sounds good c:)

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[quote="Perfect Drift"]S U N B U R S T Mare,Mustang, Alfie, Heat 5, Tags; Alfie and Jewel
Sunburst tossed her head, surprised to see the stallion being so protective towards his medium sized herd. She gave him a reassuring whicker in return, hoping she seemed less threatening. The palomino's head nodded as she stepped through the heard towards the black fresian, admiring his healthy coat and strong features. She flicked her neck in an arch, causing her mane to toss to the other side of her neck and out of her eyes so she could see him better. There was another mare, whom she also greeted by sticking her velveting nose towards her and letting a soft nicker escape her lips.



| P I S T O L | 13 years : _ _ Cross : Stallion, NONE : Heat, 3 : Tagging Cerberus's Herd
the dappled mare tossed her head in agreement, watching the mare carefully. Ivy seemed to lose interest, so Pistol bent her head to graze, watching both mare and filly in turn. Happiness flooded her chest. As becoming a friend to the lead mare would have its advantages. Perhaps she would be more welcomed by the stallion if he saw that Ivy trusted her. Lifting her tail to smack at the flies, all the while keeping her focus on the sound of bugs buzzing in the trees and the nicker of a mare from the herd they were near. Pistol grew uneasy as time drew on. She wasn't used to things being quiet and easy for her. Not like this. The dappled mare was constantly running from something, attacking something, or losing sleep over having to watch for predators. Pistol wished she would hurry up and get used to being able to graze for a long perido of time- it felt good to have a full belly.

| J I M B E R | Stallion : 10 years? : Herd| River, Iona : Tagging Iona, Evita,
Jimber bumped into Iona's hindquarters with his chest, encouraging her to move River forward. As he did so the palomino mustang decide he would stay at the back, watching for any bachelor stallions that would be getting desperate. Tossing his cream and black mane as he quickened his pace to keep up with his new lead. She had forgotten to round them up, but the stallion shrugged it off. She would learn in time. As she paused in front a beautiful landscape Jimber thudded to Evita's side, "It's amazing." he breathed quietly to her, "You all rest and get something to eat." he knew it really didn't need to be said, but a feeling of relief washed over him when he spoke it aloud. Like the fact that they were safe and no one had been harmed yet encouraged him. Giving her a gentle nibble on her neck, he moves forward to scope out their new grazing grounds.



| R E T T | Mare : Belgian Draft : Stallion: Shura : 17.? hh : 9 years? : Heat scent: Preggie : Tagging Shura
Rett turned a little to watch the cremello mare through watchful brown eyes. She would make sure that mare wasn't trouble. The draft mare instantly judged others, not even realizing she did it half the time. Her tail flicked the nasty flies away from her stomach and haunches as she bent to graze the lush grass that sprouted near the pond. She thought the draft mare seemed nice enough, maybe even a bit shy. She swung her neck to groom at her stomach, feeling an immense amount of joy as she pictured what would come of her being with a new stallion.


D E S I lone mare : Curly Horse : 9 years : Heat- 3 : Tagging Rai
Desi pulled to a stop and trotted back to the mustang, her powerful chest heaving. Her nostril's flared as she took in deep gushes of air, she watched the stallion through wide eyes as she caught her breath. When she was able, the pinto spoke, but chose her words carefully, "I suppose I should..." she paused, a sideways grin spreading along her face, "Since someone's gotta look after you and keep you out of trouble." Desi tossed her head, prancing her front hooves playfully as she leaned her neck and nibbled at his forelock. She flicked her tail to the side, revealing her heat scent again. She had forgotten about it during their game, but now it was being a bother again.

[lovestruck]

Jᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ
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i.stallion ii.15 iii.feeling:heavyhearted iv.tags;Herd v.mares/foals; Kaia, Candy, Desire, Jack, Lupa, Jayra, Storm, Neptune, Fable(?), Myth(?)

Jericho pinned his ears at Pilgrim’s little comment, especially when Fable let out a little laugh. He wouldn’t be quite so upset if the words from the colt’s mouth hadn’t been so true. He glared at the colt, his eyes shining with fury, as he retorted, “Oh yes, and being with an inexperienced colt is going to do them much better?” Jericho lashed his tail, his ears flat on the back of his head with anger as he analyzed the situation. There was no point for being here anymore. The only mare he cared about was Fable, who he couldn’t even cover, and who just so happened to hate him. Candy would have to be fine without her he guessed. Suddenly Fable began to shout at him to stop. Jericho’s eyes shifted to the mare as Pilgrim pushed his two mares deeper into the trees, where it’d be extremely hard for Jericho to catch up. He searched the mare’s features with weary eyes, wondering what had brought her to this final conclusion. Her tone of desperation made guilt cloud Jericho’s mind. He shouldn’t have gone after her. Why chase after a mare who hates you with a passion, when you try so hard to earn her trust back? Jericho’s eats slowly quirked forwards again as he whickered very softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end, “If that’s what you want.” He glared at Pilgrim’s sorry self one last time and flicked his tail, moving out of the forest. If Fable came or didn’t he wouldn’t care, for he was done trying to chase after her. The persistent clydesdale had just finally given up. However, hoofsteps filled his ears, and Jericho jerked his head quickly in the direction of the noise, spotting Candy’s firmiliar figure. No- surely she hadn’t decided to leave him too? He’d tried, he’d really tried, he hadn’t wanted to keep her and Fable, and now he’d lose them both. Jericho swished his tail angrily, before noting that Desire wasn’t with Candy- she wasn’t leaving, but perhaps coming to help him. Although he didn’t quite like that, or her being anywhere near Pilgrim, he liked the idea of having some mare on his side, that could perhaps sway Fable’s opinion. He listened to the paint mare’s words, glancing at Pilgrim once, to see what he could possibly be thinking of all this. The bay stallion blinked a few times as Candy nibbled at his mane, he himself giving her a soft nudge on the neck, as a silent thank you. Jericho gathered up his words after calming himself, and whickered softly, “Whatever you decide Fable- it’s your choice. I can’t force you to be in a herd you don’t want to be in. You’ll just run off anytime we come across another stallion. I’m going back to my herd now- you may comeback if you wish.” He made sure not to include Candy in the final statement, in case she did indeed decide to stay with Fable. The clydesdale gave Candy a nibble on the mane, and turned, glancing back once at Fable, before cantering towards the herd, wanting to get there quickly so Neptune could go off and give birth. She was doing amazing as lead, he’d be happy to have her for a long time. Jericho slowed, flicking his tail as he reached the herd. He nickered softly to Neptune, “Thank you dear, I know it was tough to persist for this long, and protect the mares.” He nudged her softly and encouragingly, looking over his mares. They were all safe and sound, despite the length of his absence. Neptune had done well.
(Waiting for more replies)


Dᴏᴠᴇ & Cʜɪᴘ
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i.mare/colt ii.7/1 year iii.feeling:playful iv.tags;herd (Flannery,Wash,Gavroche) v.foals/heat stage:Chip,pregnant (early summer)

Chip bucked playfully, but slowed down, into a bouncy trot. He then began walking at a quick pace, and brushed past Gavroche, giving her a nudge on the shoulder, playfully inviting her to play. He brushed past the pretty filly, letting a playful buck out, his strong back legs erupting out before he began to trot with his head bobbing. He brushed past his father, who was inviting Flannery for a race, and daringly tugged his mother’s mane. He hoped that wherever he ended up after Wash’s herd, it’d be just as fun as this. The handsome pinto strode across the clearing, Bieber hooves crunching in the dusty yellow and green grass. He listened to the sound of his own hooves flicking against the ground, before stopping and glancing back at the others with a playful whinny. He grinned slightly, and throttled towards the gathered horses, skidding just before colliding with them. Chip scrambled away quickly, hoping to avoid any angered playmates. He knew deep down that he’d have to leave soon, but he also had lots more to learn from Washington before he left. Chip trotted backt owards the group of horses, and teasingly whickered, “Sucks to suck, losers!” He then pranced away gleefully, feeling as if he’d won some inexistent contest simply with those four words.
Dove sped up towards Chip, brushing against him as he tried to escape. She huffed as he tugged at her mane, so arrogantly. Why that little scoundrel! The dappled mare sped up, but lost tail of the colt, and circled back around to Wash and Flannery. She shook her bicoloured mane, and it flew in the wind, making the mare feel freed. Suddenly, Chip came hurtling towards the gathered horses, and Dove’s ears shot back with brief fear, before he turned and teased them. The dappled mare huffed, flicking her tail and picking up after the colt. She cantered bouncily, her tail swinging in the spring sunshine, as she trailed behind the colt innocently. When he stopped paying attention to her, Dove darted forwards, barreling into the colt (lightly, mind you) and nearly pushing him over, only succeeding in making him lose his balance a bit. “Now who sucks, loser?” Dove teased, tussling her son’s mane before galloping back to the herd again, skidding and turning around Flannery and Washington playfully, mud spraying up her grey and white legs. Dove did a little half rear, shocking to Chip to return to the herd.
Shock was the only emotion Chip could feel when his mother nearly barreled into him, being that he’d barely avoided her in time, only losing his balance a bit. ‘Now who sucks, Loser’ was what his mother had said. Chip’s ears quirked forwards happily as her sped after his mother, who now stood rearing and whickering at him. The handsome pinto slowed to a fast trot as his mother sped around wash, taking his own time to curve around them, barreling after his mother.


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i.mare/filly ii.15/2 months iii.feeling:worried iv.tags; herd, Pistol v.heat stage/foals-stage 2,Daphne

Ivy glanced at Pistol in her peripheral vision. She seemed antsy, and Ivy wondered what could possibly be amiss. The grazing was nice, and plentiful here, and there were no threats in sight! Ivy glanced away, before whickering softly, “Once Cerberus finishes up with Inez- the mare next to him in case you’ve forgotten, he’ll probably head over here to meet you. I will warn you though... he’s somewhat... aggressive. Just do what you think he wants you to do and you’ll be fine. Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’s a big softie on the inside.” The mare then began to humbly graze again, deciding to let Pistol respond as she’d like to. She glanced at the dark mare curiously, wondering what her expression would hold, yet it revealed nothing yet. Ivy flicked her ears and lowered her head once more. She’d quit paying too much attention to Daphne, letting the filly mill about as she pleased. She had an odd fascination with the world around her, although Ivy sincerely hoped it’d just be a stage. After all, the proudest mare in the herd couldn’t end up with an oddball for a daughter. At this thought, Ivy pulled up her neck, slightly snapping her teeth in the air above Daphne’s muzzle as she played around with the plants. That seemed to scare the youngster, making her begin to nurse frantically, snapping back into line. Ivy let out a satisfied huff swiveling her neck back around to graze. The grass was fresh and green here, due to a stream nearby. It was about twenty horselengths away from the herd, if any horse needed a drink. The rolling hills were tufted with green grass, and the nearby trees towered above the horses gathered here. It was a scene from a perfect photo, a gorgeous sight. Ivy took it all in for a moment, before flicking her ears dismissively. She sucked in a breath of the clean spring air and shook out her dirtying mane.
Daphne stumbled over to her mother, and rolled on he grass next to her, sitting with her long legs folded elegantly. She looked up at the other dark mare next to her Mama, who was a friend now she guessed. Her mama was rather confusing. She’d loved her sister at first, then left her because she wasn’t breathing very well, and wheezing everywhere- there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Then, she’d all of a sudden befriended a mare who’d been her enemy minutes ago. And she’d went from happy to extremely upset, just because little Daphne had stomped her foot. Daphne stuck her muzzle in the grass playfully, finding a sprout and lipping at it before burying her bay head into the greenery. Plants were so... nice. Suddenly, her mama’s teeth snapped right in the air above her face. Daphne contained a squeal, hurt by her mother’s actions. Why was she so mad at Daphne? The little foal has done nothing wrong, except- play with her friends, the plants. That wasn’t wrong though, they were her friends! Daphne glanced apologetically at the grass, it’s only response a wave in the wind. Then her mother chomped down on her friends! How dare she! Daphne let out an angry squeal, charging to attack her mother’s muzzle for eating her grass. However, she merely bumped into the mare’s leg, annoying her further. Daphne sheepishly began to nurse, her fluffy little foal tail waggling with anger.


Sᴏʟᴀ
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i.mare ii.2 years iii.feeling:tired,sad iv.tags;herd v.heat stage/foals-heat stage 3 vi.injured:has a permanent limp/bad pain in front left leg

Sola flicked her ears, and as Alex spoke, she nickered softly, her voice cracking a bit. He asked to see her, and Sola nodded pointing her muzzle to where the lifeless filly lay, “She’s over there.” Sola grimaced and her ears shot back with grief. Her only foal, gone. And it was the only foal she’d ever have, unless she found an extremely light stallion that she could hold up on her lame leg. She couldn’t leave Alex of course, wouldn’t. Sola shook her chestnut mane, and leaned her head to the ground, trying to focus on something else. The young mare sighed softly, her warm breath making the grasses wiggle. It wasn’t truly her fault her first filly hadn’t survived. There’d been so much stress and everything, and she was a first-time mother. The sabino cleared these thoughts though. She had to stop thinking about the scrawny little filly. She wouldn’t have survived anyways, she wasn’t healthy looking at all. Sola wondered if she could be of more use, even happier, in a different herd. She’d be able to be covered (if she found the right stallion of course) and have her first surviving foal. Perhaps she’d even make some friends, unlike in this already tightly-knit herd. However, Sola’s thoughts drifted back to her limp. No stallion would want her in the first place, want to snake a crippled mare that could barely run. Sola flicked her red tail and huffed, sorrow filling her eyes. Oh, the poor mare just couldn’t do anything right. Sola drifted over to the edge of the herd, feeling as though that was where she belonged, away from all the happy horses. She’d be fine here, just fine. Sola grazed, her tail flicking from side to side. The sabino mare was beginning to go back into heat again, which would surely be a dangerous time for her. She’d be happily snaked by stallions if she wasn’t covered, but Alex couldn’t of course, being a draft, her limp leg wouldn’t ever be able to hold him up. Sola winced as pain shot up her leg, stifling a groan. If only she hadn’t gotten seperated from the herd during the flood. Her leg wouldn’t have been so badly injured, and her foal May have even survived, but at least she would’ve been able to have another, to make it up to herself.
(waiting for Alex)


Eᴄʜᴏ & Bᴀʏᴅᴀʀ
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i.mare/colt ii.5/11 months iii.feeling:happy. iv.tags;herd,Riot v.heat stage/foals-Baydar,pregnant (early summer)

Echo sighed softly, “Yes, it’s amazing to think that someday they’ll have their own herds and foals, their own family of sorts to take care of.” Echo sighed, “Yes, I do believe I’ll miss their wildness. I think Riot will let them stay a bit longer though, really make sure they’re ready to go out there. Oh gosh, they’ll get into so much trouble won’t they.” Echo sighed amusedly, and pricked her ears as Revolution continued to speak. “Ah, yes. Well, I have no idea. I wish for a filly, for they’re so gentle and sweet. But then again, I’ll miss having a wild colt running about. Either way though, I’ll be happy to have them as long as they’re strong and healthy, and happy of course.” Echo glanced at Rev, and whickered, “And what about you, then, once your foal does come?” Echo returned the grooming, working at Rev’s mane silently with her ears pricked towards her friend. She was happy in this herd, content even. She had Rev, her best friend, and Riot- the stallion who’d somehow wormed his way into her heart. Having to leave this herd would tear Echo’s heart apart and she’d surely hate whoever did it forever. As these thoughts trailed through Echo’s mind, a neigh split through the air, from the distance. It sent a chill up Echo’s spine. It was all too familiar, although she couldn’t recall any other horses she knew that may be out here. She glanced at Riot, who seemed somewhat distressed as well, and huffed softly. Whatever it was, her brave stallion would deal with it, and it was probably absolutely nothing. However- it couldn’t possibly be coincidence Riot has fell that same chill, could it? Echo searched her mind for any horse it could’ve been, but found nothing. A coincidence, that’s all. Confusion distorted Echo’s features for a moment, as she looked out at the plains tufted with grasses. She turned her attention back to Rev though, flicking her bicoloured tail. “It’s strange, that horse’s voice almost sounded firmiliar,” Echo nickered with a hint of amusement in her tone.
Baydar flicked his bicoloured tail, glancing at Renegade as a voice rang through the plains, and Riot began to become defensive. Baydar wondered what could’ve made the stallion so alert, for there were clearly other herds nearby. How would a single voice shock him so much? Baydar raised his dappled neck proudly, and walked out, standing behind his father. “I’m sure it’s nothing, right?” the Arabian questioned, “I mean, you’re bound to hear other horses when we’re within miles of other herds, right?” Either way, Riot had two yearlings to help him fight if he really needed them. There was no way a stallion could take any of his father’s herd. Baydar most definitely wouldn’t let any stallion take his mother, either, and her make sure Riot kept her safe. He couldn’t bare the thought of being split off from her, he’d surely have to leave the herd then, with Renegade. He hoped they’d stick together after this herd, although he knew it wouldn’t be long untill they split paths, and started their own herds.
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Mɪɴᴀ & Lᴀɪᴇ
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[size=75]i.mare/newborn ii.13 iii.feeling:tired iv.tags:Nero, herd v.heat stage/foals: Laei, Heat 1

Mina nickered softly as Nero approached her, and she gently nudged his dappled neck with her pink muzzle. Mina blinked softly as he spoke to her, her dark ears flicking towards the noise. She nickered softly in response, “Yes, I’m fine, I just..” he ears flicked back for a brief moment as her foal kicked again. She’d drop soon, in a few hours maybe- not now, surely? She continued her speaking, “The foal is just.. kicking a lot.” She chuckled softly, “That’s one thing you stallions are lucky never to experience, having to lug around a kicking foal with you everywhere.” The shire mare eyed the mare he’d nickered to, a pretty Andalusian like Nero. He seemed excited to see her, and ignore was Mina’s excuse to leave to drop her foal. She gave him a light nibble on the mane, dismissing herself. There was plenty of space and hiding places in these woods where she could drop. The shire mare flicked her black tail and poked her nose in some ferns, inspecting them before settling down with a huff. She breathed softly and normally for a moment, clenching her teeth against the pain striking her abdomen.
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Mina sighed shakily, her nostrils flaring as she weakly lifted her head. She nickered jubilantly as she spotted a gorgeous black draft foal, her foal! Mina turned her body around and weakly groomed the little one. Upon further inspection, she realized the foal was indeed a filly. Mina nuzzled her and glanced back at the little dots in the distance she could see through the trees, her herd. “There’s your family, little one,” she whickered. Mina continued to groom the filly groggily. “I think I’ll name you One Last Kiss- Laie.” She chuckled heartily as the filly let out an excited squeal. The large shire mare continued to groom the rather large filly, coaxing her to get up. They shouldn’t stay out alone for too long after all, a weak mare and a newborn foal. They were the perfect target for a wolf, or mountain lion of sorts. Mina pushed herself up on wobbly weak legs, nudging Laei to encourage her to do the same. “Come on now dear, let’s go.”
Laei huffed as her mother kept nudging her rump and chest to try and force her up. Did she not understand that Laei literally could not get up? She snorted rebelliously, planting her hooves on the ground where she lay, refusing to move. Finally, a sharp nip was dealt to her rump, and Laei began to try harder to stand up. She fell several times, with a hollow thud. Finally though, Laei got it, standing on wobbly legs.


Lᴏᴠᴇʏ & Sᴏᴍʙᴀ
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i.fillies ii.1 year iii.feeling:happy,playful iv.tags:herd (open) v.heat stage/foals: too young

Lovey lazily flicked her tail in the spring sunlight, before being rounded up by her mother to move into the shelter nearby. She cast an annoyed, knowing glance towards her sister. Lovey narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance, kicking out a bit when he mother approached her to snake her. She earned a nip in response, her ears shooting back as she turned her head to glare at her mother. Lovey slowed her pace then, simply to annoy the older mare. Her mother decided to ignore her, making Lovey raise her head proudly. She puffed out her chest and flicked her tail, heading towards the front of the herd, but not quite getting to where her mother normally ran- for even she wasn’t stupid or daring enough to do so, that’d surely end in a fight. Lovey slowed her pace as they reached the woods, having to maneuver her late body through the trees.
Somba chuckled heartily at her sister’s antics, trotting at the yearling’s heels. Once they entered the woods, she gave the young mare a playful nip on the rump, knowing she couldn’t do anything about it in these thick trees.
Lovey rolled her eyes as her idiotic younger sister nipped her rump, propelling her weight through her legs, pounding her hooves towards her sister’s chest. She flicked her ears back angrily and whickered aggressively, “Not fair! I can’t do anything when you’re back there and you know it!” She lowered her head, turning as swiftly as she could around a tree as they reached their waiting place. She began to snake her sister, gnashing her teeth at the younger one’s heels.
Somba flicked her tail as her sister lashed out at her, she hadn’t been expecting it at all. She narrowly dodged the kick, her sister’s dark hooves clipping her chest as she sluggishly moved out of the way. They reached a small clearing, and Lovey began snaking Somba. Somba snorted, “Oh yes, and I’m not fair?” She kicked out at Lovey, her hooves flying just above the yearling’s head.
Lovey starteldly jerked her head up, rearing and pivoting in the other direction, running and bucking away. She hadn’t been expecting the kick, and it had been a very risky move on Somba’s part. She rode up on her sister’s shoulder, putting her head dominantly on the mare’s withers, running alongside her.
Somba rolled her eyes at her sister’s next move, quickly darting her head towards the mare and giving her a sharp nip on the neck. She turned her rump, kicking out several times before her hooves made contact with the ground again.
The pair continued by their playing for a while, ignoring their surroundings.


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i.mare ii.12 years iii.feeling:happy iv.tags:herd (Alfie) v.heat stage/foals: Heat 1, Rosette

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Tᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ & Hᴀᴛʜᴏʀ
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i.mare ii.4 years iii.feeling:happy iv.tags:herd(Anubis,Breeze) v.heat stage/foals:stage 2/Hathor

Cupid nodded happily. “I’m sure your foal will be gorgeous, happy, and healthy, especially with such an amazing mare like you to mother them,” the dun nickered. She chuckled lightly, “Yes, I do believe Hathie would like a playmate of sorts.” Cupid smiled a slight bit, the corners of her lips twitching up as her ears pricked forwards. She glanced up as the regal, dominant mare who’d been resisting Anubis’ efforts strode over to them. Cupid believed she’d like this mare. After all, she’d stood up to a stallion, the cruelest creatures of all. Cupid nickered welcomingly to the mare, “Hello there! I’m Cupid, and this is Hathie. What you did, standing up to Anubis, it was.. impressive. I wish I was confident enough to do so. I despise stallions, but he seems a cruel one in particular.” The red dun flicked her tail with disgust for the akhal-teke. She glanced at the dark stallion with a huff. Although she hated to admit it though, their foal was a gorgeous color. However, it was a waste and a shame, for this year Cupid vowed she wouldn’t be covered by him, no matter what. She’d keep her tail clamped down, and resist the irresistible urge to be covered even in her deepest heat(no, she wouldn’t). The red dun nickered softly to Hathie, prompting the little one to come out.
Hathor gazed up at the new mare with fear glistening in her eyes. Who was she? Where did she come from? Her mother seemed fine with the mare though, so the grullo relaxed, blinking once or twice, before nickering, “I’m Hathie! Wanna play?” Her mother annoyedly looked at her, nibbling a strand of her mane. What was so bad about asking an older mare to play? They never seemed to want to play with poor little Hathie anyways, so there really wasn’t a problem with it! The grullo tucked herself back under her mother’s belly and nursed quietly, deciding her mother’s would get mad at her less of she simply kept her jaw shut.
Cupid’s ears flicked backwards worriedly while Anubis made his way over to them. She clamped her tail down further- surely he hadn’t noticed her heat? Cupid had sincerely hoped to avoid being covered this year, although she supposed that was impossible with a stallion so concerned with his offspring. Perhaps the covering wouldn’t work out, and she wouldn’t become pregnant- besides, she wasn’t all that deep I gonna her heat yet as far as she could tell, perhaps that’d affect the chances? Either way, she didn’t want to let the stallion win, with a passion rooted deep inside of her, a hatred for the cruel Akhal-Teke. Luckily, another mare interrupted his movements, and he fawned over her colt. Cupid’s ears shot back- he hadn’t cared at all about Hathor, he’d seen her as invaluable. Lady killer? He called a coat a lady killer? At first, Cupid thought that perhaps Anubis would be a tolerable stallion, perhaps her faith in males could be restored. However this, this was utterly disrespectful. As Cupid’s hate for stallions deepened, she glared at the dark stallion, before looking away with her tail lashing. She sincerely hoped Warrior would show him who was boss someday, and soon. He needed for a mare to beat him at something and push his ego down a notch or two.
(waiting for Breeze I believe)


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i.mare ii.13 iii.feeling: curious iv.tags: Dajarin, herd v.heat stage/foals: Heat stage 3

As Zenyatta exited the pool of water, she flicked her long, dark tail from side to side, spraying little droplets everywhere. The weary mare kept her ears perked, instantly turning them towards any little sound. She continued walking in the tall grasses, trying to find any scents of herds. Zenyatta let out a weary nicker, and continued walking, her energy gradually coming back. She stopped for a while to graze, as hunger had begun to gnaw at her belly. Zenyatta began to become confused, for surely there should be more herds here. Finally, she spotted a smaller herd, which seemed to be that of a dark lusitano stallion. It seemed a quaint herd, or perhaps it wasn’t only that way for now, but Zenyatta would easily make herself the most important, storming in there with her confidence and arrogance. Zenyatta pricked her ears forward as his few mares’ nickers filled her ears. At last, a herd. After losing her previous one to those fiendish wolves, finding the protection of a herd was a relief, and soon she’d be relieved of her pesky heat no doubt. The dark mare let out a low nicker, and sauntered up to the herd confidently. Of course, they must know who she was- Zenyatta, the queen of racehorses. She lifted her neck, and took graceful steps, finally reaching the edge of the herd. She and this stallion would have gorgeous, poised, dark coated foals. They’d have height, of course, and Zenyatta noted she was unsurprisingly taller than the stallion, but not by much. Zenyatta flicked her tail from side to side, hoping the stallion would notice her heat as she was rather deep into ignoring at this point. The regal mare finally nickered, boomingly, so that the whole herd would hear her. “I’m Zenyatta, queen of racehorses, and I have decided to bless myself upon this herd.” She flicked her tail, and confidently stride over to the stallion. “What would your name be then?” she nickered softly, flicking her heated tail once more. She glanced at the white mare standing next to the stallion, who seemed to have a dominant position here by her posture. Zenyatta wouldn’t cause trouble just yet, for she wanted to make sure she secured herself a place in this herd first. She slightly shot her ears back at the mare, baring her teeth aggressively to show her she wouldn’t play around.
(waiting on Dajarin)
Zenyatta extended her nose to meet the other mare’s as she did so to her, taking in the mare’s scent. She scowled as the lusitano pulled back her head regally. Who’d she think she was? A purebred surely wasn’t out here any longer than Zenyatta had been, bred in some high-class barn no doubt. Zenyatta puffed out her chest and lifted her head, baring her teeth with dominance at the mare. She’d been out here four years just as everyone else, and has been weathered to the harsh wild. She had more than a few scars to prove it, from the wolves who’d attacked and killed her previous herd. “Hm, well, a cave doesn’t seem to be the best choice of shelter. I’m sure- erm, what’s you name?” she asked the stallion, before continuing, “I’m sure he wants to find more mares anyways. So, let’s get moving.” Zenyatta flicked her tail, glaring at the white mare, the only thing separating the two the stallion in between them.

[azhefa.]

☙ ＬＥＶＩＡＴＨＡＮ ❧
───────[ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ]───────

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xx.➙ levi
xx.➙ 16-years
xx.➙ stallion
xx.➙ bachelor
xx.➙ 0 mares
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a mass of dark grey moves across the valley in search of a herd to attack. the stallion wasn't one for casually greeting lone mares and courting them into joining him. no, he was one for brute force and aggression. leviathan moves like the cold-hearted creature that he is, thick chiseled head held high with confidence and tail lifted to wave like a dark flag behind him. his dark dapple grey coat ripples with each step as he trots over the fresh greenery and he makes sure to go just the right speed to show off his thick, deep chest and powerful hindquarters. the admiring glances of the mares makes him flip his dark mane in a well practiced gesture that seems almost effortless. levi can feel the furious glares of the stallions as well and they only add fuel to the fire that burns in the dark hole located where his heart would if he actually had one.

there were so many herds running around, many of which were led by young stallions. easy pickings. leviathan snorts a dark laugh to himself as he trots through the valley, sizing up each stallion and calculating each one's age and strength. there were only a handful of stallions that may prove to be difficult. the black akhal-teke would be one [anubis], they seemed the same age as himself, but was also two hands shorter and at least a few hundred pounds lighter. there was a grey arabian [riot] as well, but they were smaller than the other black stallion. the other stallion that would be a problem would be the draft cross [jericho] located on the other side of the valley. they seem only a year or two younger than himself and a few inches shorter, but they were a draft mix like himself so that will be a problem.

leviathan grounds his teeth together at the sight of the three stallions that would surely cause him problems once he starts his herd stealing mission. it angers him that they were also the three with the biggest herds. levi tosses his head in frustrated annoyance, earning a few weary glances from a couple of bachelors nearby. the grey snorts and returns to his scan of the valley, this time looking for the weakest and smallest of the herd stallions. there were quite a few that had mares and looked promising, something that really peeked his interest and brightened the sour mood he had fallen into. as he slows to a walk, levi wonders which herd he should attack first, they were all just so tempting. the sound of young foals makes him turn and see a few newborns totter over to their dams, something that makes levi's ears flatten. he hadn't factored foals into his calculations nor the mother's drive to protect them. his brief light mood sours once again and he grounds his teeth in frustration.

now that he was looking for them, there seemed to be young foals everywhere. leviathan glares at one that darts past, their mother tailing after them. he was fine with fillies, they can grow to bare his foals along side their mothers, but colts were a nuisance. sure, he was fine with his own colts, but he despises those from another stallion. cursed little terrors will definitely get in his way of stealing mares, especially since they won't last long once their mothers are his. mares don't take kindly to someone killing their foals. leviathan grumbles to himself as he heads to the water for a drink, all the while recalculating his whole strategy and plans for the domination of the valley.

☙ ＰＡＮＤＥＭＯＮＩＵＭ ❧
───────[ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇǫᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠɪʟ ]───────

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xx.➙ panda
xx.➙ 12-years
xx.➙ stallion
xx.➙ bachelor
xx.➙ 0 mares
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the pale grey stallion calmly grazes under the shade of a few trees, his tail lazily flicking away flies. unlike the other stallions, panda wasn't out scouring for mares. he was tired from his travels from a different valley and was more interested in grazing and resting to regain his strength. the sounds of the valley around him were loud and distracting, as was the tantalizing scent of mares in heat. of course he was drawn by the perfume, but he was in no shape to accept any challenges that would surely come if he tries to court a mare. there were many young bachelors out prowling the valley and he wasn't in the mood to assert himself even though he would definitely win the challenges. panda may not be as large and formidable as his sire, but he can still hold his own when necessary. the stallion wasn't much of a fighter though, he prefers peace and is often challenged because of this.

☙ ＫＡＲＭＡ ❧
───────[ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ]───────

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xx.➙ none
xx.➙ 13-years
xx.➙ mare
xx.➙ loner
xx.➙ no stallion
xx.➙ stage 3
xx.➙ no foals
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[grumpily grazing]

☙ ＣＡＳＳＩＯＰＥＩＡ ❧
───────[ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍoᴛʜᴇʀ ]───────

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xx.➙ cass/cassie
xx.➙ 11-years
xx.➙ mare
xx.➙ loner
xx.➙ no stallion
xx.➙ stage 4
xx.➙ no foals
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[grazing with andromeda]

☙ ＡＮＤＲＯＭＥＤＡ ❧
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xx.➙ andy
xx.➙ 6-years
xx.➙ mare
xx.➙ loner
xx.➙ no stallion
xx.➙ stage 3
xx.➙ no foals
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[grazing with cassie]

☙ ＡＮＡＲＣＨＹ ❧
───────[ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ]───────

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xx.➙ ana
xx.➙ 4-years
xx.➙ mare
xx.➙ loner
xx.➙ no stallion
xx.➙ stage 2
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[lounging in the shade]

☙ ＡＬＴＡＬＵＮＥ ❧
───────[ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ]───────

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xx.➙ luna
xx.➙ 2-years
xx.➙ filly
xx.➙ loner
xx.➙ first heat 3
xx.➙ no foals
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[wandering alone, very anxious]

[drift.]

S U N B U R S T Mare, Mustang, Alfie, Heat 5, Tags; Alfie and Jewel
Sunburst tossed her head, surprised to see the stallion being so protective towards his medium sized herd. She gave him a reassuring whicker in return, hoping she seemed less threatening. The palomino's head nodded as she stepped through the heard towards the black fresian, admiring his healthy coat and strong features. She flicked her neck in an arch, causing her mane to toss to the other side of her neck and out of her eyes so she could see him better. There was another mare, whom she also greeted by sticking her velveting nose towards her and letting a soft nicker escape her lips.



| P I S T O L | 13 years : _ _ Cross : Stallion, NONE : Heat, 3 : Tagging Cerberus's Herd
{Working on it}


| J I M B E R | Stallion : 10 years? : Herd| River, Iona, Evita : Tagging Iona, Evita, and Seolta
Jimber had just plucked a few blades for himself when a new figure came into few. By the small bit of heat scent that came with the warm breeze he knew she was a mare. Jimber nickered to her, hoping a stallion wasn't following or using her as a decoy. Of course the new stallion had no idea if this was a thing, as he had just now acquired horses for a herd. He raised his head a bit more and took a few steps towards her, called again, and then turned away, letting her come to him if she so wished. He flicked his tail before lowering to eat a few more mouthfuls before he had to keep watch again



| R E T T | Mare : Belgian Draft : Stallion: Shura : 17.? hh : 9 years? : Heat scent: Preggie : Tagging Shura
Rett turned a little to watch the cremello mare through watchful brown eyes. She would make sure that mare wasn't trouble. The draft mare instantly judged others, not even realizing she did it half the time. Her tail flicked the nasty flies away from her stomach and haunches as she bent to graze the lush grass that sprouted near the pond. She thought the draft mare seemed nice enough, maybe even a bit shy. She swung her neck to groom at her stomach, feeling an immense amount of joy as she pictured what would come of her being with a new stallion.


D E S I lone mare : Curly Horse : 9 years : Heat- 3 : Tagging Rai
Desi pulled to a stop and trotted back to the mustang, her powerful chest heaving. Her nostril's flared as she took in deep gushes of air, she watched the stallion through wide eyes as she caught her breath. When she was able, the pinto spoke, but chose her words carefully, "I suppose I should..." she paused, a sideways grin spreading along her face, "Since someone's gotta look after you and keep you out of trouble." Desi tossed her head, prancing her front hooves playfully as she leaned her neck and nibbled at his forelock. She flicked her tail to the side, revealing her heat scent again. She had forgotten about it during their game, but now it was being a bother again.

[Gifting Dogs]

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*** Shura > Clydesdale > Tags: Rett, Cher Ami > Herd: His Own > Mood: Happy ***



He looked at her when she spoke, "I am Death's Reaper but please call me Shura." He nickered gently to her. The stallion caught the scent of heat but from who? "Do you have a herd?" He snorted and flicked his tail waiting for a reply from her. He thought about his question after he asked and realized that it was a stupid question. If she had a herd, then the scent would not be there if it was coming from her


*** Tsuki No Mangetsu/Silver Moon > ClydesdaleXShire > Tag: Jericho > Herd: None > Mood: Bored > Heat: Stage 1 ***

Silver Moon looked around before disappearing over a large hill and off in the distance, she spotted a herd. Debating whether to graze where she was or walk closer, she watched the herd. After a few minutes of thinking, she decided to stay where she was and graze. Occasionally, she glanced at the herd and back at the open field behind her, in case she had to run

*** Sasha > American Paint > Tags: Bug > Herd: None > Mood: Annoyed, Confident > Heat: Stage 1 ***

She looked at the stallion, flicking her tail, "Well, you never know." She nickered at him. Sasha was going to test him. If he wanted her that bad, he had to prove it to her and she was hard to impress. Though, she had a thing for drafts, not all of them impressed her.