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

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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
{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
The curly horse pranced her front legs excitedly as she watched his expression at her agreeing. Desi watched him move down her body, her coat quivering under his touch. She closed her eyes breifly. I hope I'm ready to be a mare. When he stopped she turned back around and flicked her tail to the side, whickering reassuringly to him. ~Fade to Black~.

[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 looked down at the little filly at his feet with curiosity. “Hello there young one. My name is Jericho, you’re Kaia’s foal, yes?” He then leaned his large muzzle down to the foal, in order to take in the scent of his herd member. He allowed her to do the same, then pulled his muscled neck back upwards again, glancing at his brindled mare. “She’s Neptune, but when has something to do,” he nickered softly. Jericho watched Neptune trot briskly away, pride swelling in his chest. She’d have his foal when when came back. He only hoped the whole process would be easy for the beautiful brindled mare, and that the foal would be happy and healthy. He had quickly noted of course, that this filly talking to him wasn’t his own, and she’d become one of his mares some day, much like Storm had. Jericho glanced at Kaia, with Jack and Jayra. He’d have to chase out his little colt soon, before he tried anything. However, for now the colt seemed to be out of mischief, and he’d be fine for a bit longer. When hoof beats filled his ears, the draft stallion turned his head, his ears pricked excitedly. Jericho spotted a shape moving towards the herd in the distance. His only hope was that it’d be a mare, for a stallion would be too much for him after all of the drama with Fable, which he was still uncertain of the ending for. The bay stallion had had a wild day, and he only hoped it’d get a bit better, not worse. This horse was a draft, and a gorgeous one at that. She or he stopped a ways away from the herd, and Jericho notes they were in fact a mare. He pricked his ears, and let out a friendly whicker to the mare, his eyes alert and bright. She was a draft, meaning she could safely carry his foal in the future. That’d make six mares, and counting, if he got her into his herd. Jericho watched her observantly before trotting slowly towards the mare, a whicker escaping his maw. “Hello there love.” He slowed once a few horselengths away from her, to seem less threatening. He stretched out his neck to appear stronger, a better stallion. “I’m Jericho, and if you’d like, you may take a place in my herd.” He’d try a sweeter approach with this mare, as she seemed rather timid. He made sure to maintain his distance as well, just in case. As he neared the mare, he caught her strong heat scent in his nostrils. He twitched his ear a bit, but kept himself contained, not wanting to scare her off.


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.


Iᴠʏ &
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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.


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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i.mare/newborn ii.13 iii.feeling:tired iv.tags:Nero, herd v.heat stage/foals: Laei, Heat 1

The regal shire mare moved aside tree branches, and pushed away little fern fronds as she and her new filly moved through the forest. Finally they broke through a last patch of ferns. Her tail lashing, Mina shook her mane, keeping Laei in sight at all times. She stayed here, on the edge of the small clearing the herd currently resided at, and watched the herd carefully. Her foal was still tiny and weak, and she herself was rather tired, leaving the filly extremely vulnerable. She glanced towards the small stream with awe, eyeing the greener grass that grew along the edge, and the cool, refreshing water she could take a dip in. However, there were more herd members there, including the new Andalusian mare, whom Mina had absolutely no trust in whatsoever. Plus, swimming, and water, could give Laei ideas, and she’d be swept away in the currents. The black mare stood idly by as she watched gnats and mosquitoes flit about, and listened to the stream gurgle and taunt her. Finally Mina turned her head towards the water, leading her body towards it with sluggish hoofsteps. She leaned her neck down to drink, her parched lips brushing against the surface of the water as she swallowed it down. Mina smacked her lips a bit, and swished her tail, making sure Laei stayed on her right flank, farthest from other horses. Mina flicked her tail lazily, and stepped into the water, however stayed in the shallow areas. She plunged into the refreshing, clear pools of water, and rolled and splashed about, before returning to Laei. She gently nosed the foal to make sure she was alright, before letting the filly nurse a bit. The shire mare decided that perhaps she could introduce Laei to Nero, from a distance. After all, her filly’s father, at least, could be trusted with the little thing. Mina flicked her tail and trotted towards him briskly. Not having the weight of a pregnancy was so refreshing, despite the fast that she was extremely drained. Mina nickered softly, lovingly, to her stallion, beckoning Laei forwards a bit.
Laei shyly poked her head out from between her mother’s front legs. She let out a squeak, then shuffled further back behind her legs, her eyes darting about nervously. “Papa?” she questioned, but wasn’t given an answer. He was a bigger horse like her and her Mama. Laei only looked like Mama though, so maybe this horse wasn’t her Papa. However, she had noticed he was the only stallion in the vicinity. He had handsome dapples, and looked proud and strong. Laei would be glad if he was her Papa, and she so hoped he was! She poked her head out from under her mama’s belly, seeing two yearlings playing foolishly. Perhaps they were her siblings, for they looked like mirror images of her Mama.


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.


Cʜʀʏsᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍᴜᴍ Dʀᴇᴀᴍs
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i.mare ii.13 years iii.feeling:happy iv.tags: herd v.heat stage/foals: Heat 2, Rosette

Chrys shuffled her feet as her heat began to annoy her a bit more. She shifted her tail slightly, but then decided to leave it be. Alfie was already busy enough, and Chrys had no need to make it worse for him. She twitched her ears uncomfortably, then began to step towards Alfie a bit. He was busy, so it’d be a while either way. Chrys began to groom her gorgeous young filly, caressing the young one with her soft muzzle. She had soft creme hairs, with a black mane and tail, and black points on her legs and muzzle. She was such a gorgeous little buttermilk buckskin, and would grow up to be a mare as pretty as Chrys. Chrys lifted her head, earning a squeak of protest from Rosette. She gave the filly a little nuzzle, and nudged her, encouraging her to nurse some.
Rosette cocked a hoof, and relaxed her eyes as her mama groomed her. She let out a squeak of resistance after she’d stopped. Then she dared to push Rosette? The buckskin nickered resistantly, and began to nurse. Maybe that would make her Mama mad. No, it only made her seem happy, that she’d began nursing. She grumbled under her breath, and continued nursing, deciding the liked it a lot.
A pleased look passed over Chrys’ face when Rosette began to nurse. She’d grow to be a strong mare someday. Perhaps she’d even be a lead mare one day, who knows. She had the feistiness in her, and the confidence. However, by the time she ever got old enough to even be considered as a lead, Chrys would be long gone. The mare winced at the thought. It’d be strange, scary even, to be old, and dying. The creme mare glanced towards Alfie again, and swished her heated tail. She lowered her neck and began to graze, deciding to perhaps focus on something else, although she wished to be covered before spring’s end.


Tᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ & Hᴀᴛʜᴏʀ
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i.mare ii.5 years iii.feeling:happy iv.tags:herd(Anubis,Breeze) v.heat stage/foals:stage 2/Hathor

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

Zenyatta clamped her mouth shut as the stallion spoke, her eyes narrowing at his comment. He really wasn’t going to win over he mare with an attitude like that! Although, she supposed she almost liked it. A stallion with a fire to match her own, yes? Then he began to speak softer, introducing him. She liked his name, it was something of interest like her own. She flicked her tail, her ears swiveling towards a chestnut mare in the distance, as her head turned as well. The mare glanced at her new rival with distaste, and spoke. “Listen, dear. I’m the boss here. I’m at the top of the pecking order, not you. So I’d suggest,” she drawled out the word, “that you chill out with your whole regal act, before I have to put you in your place, yes? Now I’d like to be friends, but not if you think you’re in charge here.” Zenyatta glared into the mares light eyes with her own dark ones, and shot her ears back. She hated her teeth, searching the mare’s expression. If she wanted to start something, she’d have to do it now, or accept Zenyatta as lead. Zenyatta was strong, and tall, and had unmatchable speed. She would easily take out the mare, if she had to. However, she’d already boasted enough, so there was no use telling Intricacy this. Besides, the look of shock on the mare’s face would be quite the prize for Zenyatta.

[Starwindrider]

username;; Starwindrider
number of horses;;stallions;;3)) mares;;3)) foals;;1
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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, Laei, 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.
Turning in surprise as someone called him Papa, Nero widened his eyes at the sight of a foal — his foal! He stood frozen for a few moments, before realising what he had to do. He dipped his head down to the filly’s eye level and neighed in a welcoming tone, “Hello, dear. You’re so beautiful, just like your dam.”
Raising his head back up, he stepped forward and nuzzled Mina lovingly. “Thank you, dear. She’s wonderful, and so are you.”


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 snorted and tried to get up, with the help of the stallion who’d just arrived. She groaned as she put her weight on her wounded leg, and she stood up, feeling dizzy. She leaned against something, then realising it was the stallion she was leaning against, jerked back. Stars shot across her vision and she regained her footing with some difficulty. What was happening? She didn’t recall ever being so weak.


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 rolled her eyes as the mare finally gave up and claimed lead using words. She tuned out as the mare goaded about her newfound role. Eyes flicking back as the mare ended her speech, Casey sighed impatiently.
“Friends? Great! I’d so love to be your friend. We’d be inseparable and so happy together!” Casey replied sarcastically, with a tinge of disgust. “Let me tell you. Either you don’t know how to make friends properly, or you have terrible socialising skills. Snapping and bearing your teeth at a horse you want to befriend, is the easiest way to break a relationship.” Casey spoke with the tone of a mare berating her foal.
That mare thought she was tall and strong and super fast. Well, she was a racer, not a fighter. Casey was more agile and quick-witted, the latter being obvious from their interaction.
Casey turned to Arin. She contemplated the words Fudge had said to her in winter. It was true; her beloved had changed somehow. Before they were separated, he was kind and open, always ready to help and be a listening ear. But after the winter, he’d become cold, snappy, and always keeping to himself. Casey wondered if the bachelors had done something to him? Bachelors often did the unthinkable, even killing each other in fights.
Casey wasn’t really sure she wanted to stay. She had a cold, snappy stallion, and an impatient, careless lead mare. Maybe leaving would be a better option? Arin probably won’t even bother going after her. Why, when he had a mare much more like him than Casey, and one he would love more?


F U D G E//life's sweet joys
Fudge ~ Colt ~ 11 Months ~ Purebred Lusitano ~ Coverings: NA ~ Herd: NA ~ Tags: Intricacy, Dajarin, Zenyatta ~ Link
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Fudge saw Mama’s doubtful expression and cantered closer to her, his muzzle buried in her mane for comfort. “What’s wrong, Mama?” The thoughtful young colt asked, worried. He hoped the new mare didn’t hurt his mother in any way.

[•°Newt Da Gay Boi°•]

Bug

Stallion/8 years/Coverings: 0/Tags: Sasha

"Well we can see." he agreed to see if he could keep up with paint. He waited for a second flicking his ears as he listened around them. "Where will we head to?" Didn't he ask this before? he pondered the thought then quickly thought else wise. She would have answered if he had.

Cher Ami

Mare/6 years/Heat:2/tags: Shura

"No herd. Ive been alone for a while." She confirmed his second thought. Her eyes had darted to the other mare, a look of distrust on her face gave a show that the mare was trying to judge her. She didn't mind, just hoped the mare didn't think nasty of her so quickly. Pushing the mares judging gaze she saw out of her mind, she looked back to the stallion. Cher saw a slight flare in his nostrils had he picked up the scent? She snorted at herself her for the thought of course he had.

Mint

Mare/6 years/Heat: 1/Tags: Anubis

She heard the stallion as they came into view. He was standing with another mare and a foal. The sound had been a call, but she didn't want to interpret whatever they were doing. Standing off of them she began to graze keeping an eye on them as she waited. She let her thoughts drifted over the foal she saw, he must get around to his mares. She didn't mind the thought, but no stallion would get over that easily. What was she thinking? She shook her head, her light colored mane fell onto the equally light colored coat of hers. She found herself thinking of how happy her owners were of the coat she had. Mint hadn't stayed with them long enough to have anything major happen to her.

Twiggy

Mare/3 years/Heat:1/tags:open

Twiggy looked up at the trees, she happily stood up and brushed against a tree. She scratched where those bugs bit her and other places along her sides. She was quiet happy here in the forest, though she knew nobody would probably stay in one forest for as long as she has. Twiggy shook her neck and trotted towards an opening in the trees. As she left the forest she turned her head and gave it a last look. That was almost her home there she had stayed there for a while munching on ferns and then going outside to graze in the graze that grew around the forest.

Quicksand

Colt/1 year/tags: Rome

He noticed the approaching mare and heard her calling out. Cocking his head in question he waited. He hadn't thought anyone would even pay him any mind seeing there were way older horses around than him. "Hello" He replied watching her with a peak of curiosity. Straightening out he gazed out the older and taller mare.

[baby blue]

𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊
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[mare] [five] [heat two] [no stallion] [no foals] [open]
brina weaved her way through the trees, her sorrel coat easily camouflaging her from the outside plains. she almost always stuck to the trees as she was never one for the center of attention and she had absolutely no desire to mingle with other horses. she was an outcast and since she could never quite seem to stay in a herd, brina deemed it that she should never be in a herd. now she knew that she couldn't avoid being snaked by a stallion should one come along her path, but she was darn well going to try and avoid one. she didn't know many who actually traveled in the trees and if they did, brina had never come along their path, which seemed weird in itself.

𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊
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[mare] [six] [heat two] [no stallion] [no foals] [open]
orana stood on the crest of the hill, her head slightly raised to look over the lands. as she surveyed, an intense itching sensation came over her and she slowly dropped to the ground to roll over as the spot was unreachable by her mouth. orana rolled over three times before getting to her feet. she shook the dirt from her fur, watching the cloud form as she did so. she didn’t quite expect that much dirt, but then again she was mostly white. orana snorted in displeasure and trotted down the hill, headed for the lake that every horse seemed to use as a watering hole. she made a brief visit to plunge into the murky water to try and cleanse the rest of the dirt from her coat and was mostly successful. when she got out, she once again shook her coat out to get rid of as much water as she could. orana then headed back to the hill she originally stood on. she could typically be found on this hill as she mostly used it to catch sight of the many herds and see if there was a stallion she could attempt to approach. she was just going off appearance from her perch, so she didn’t entirely know the personality of the potential stallion she chooses. she just prayed it would be the right one.

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[mare] [seven] [heat two] [no stallion] [no foals] [open]
laini stood between one of the several breaks of trees along the forest. her head was lowered to the ground as she brushed her lips along the top of the grass in disinterest. she huffed out a breath of boredom, head raising to survey the land before her. she knew there were several horses among her, but she didn't feel the need to move and find them. albeit she did feel the need to move to a water source as her parched throat was thrust to the center of her attention. laini plodded off towards the nearest water source, the lake. the lake was a shared water source among the herds around it and laini was almost absolutely positive she would encounter another horse there as well. she sighed in relief as she crested one of the hills that overlooked the lake. like she had predicted, other horses were there, but laini made them out to be of no threat. she headed down to the shore and stood at the edge of the water, the tiny waves lapping over her hooves. she once again lowered her head to the ground and drank from the lake, the grainy texture of the water from the sediments not bothering her as she had been used to them for quite some time. while she drank, laini kept her eyes scanning the shores of the lake in front of her for any potential dangers, her muscles somewhat tensed in preparation to flee if need be.

[Vulcriptic]

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"Sunset Beyond The Canyons"
::Filly::7 Months::Tagging Alfie And Adelaide::

Arizona stood by the other horses, Acknowledging there kind words and responded with pride. "Yes Ma'am!
It's good to meet you." She looked at Enola, Looking at the mare gleefully before Chrys asked to be excused. Seeing her leave, Arizona looked at the grass and nibbled at it constantly. Sooner or later Adelaide returned, But with someone new! She cautionly watched them, hoping it was okay for her to trot over and see. "Umm, Hello?" She looked at The foal, taking in it's new scent. "Who is this?" Was this why Adelaide left earlier? Was this her foal? Arizona didn't tower much over the foal, but she still made sure to be careful around the foal.

ⒿⓊⓃⒾⓅⒺⓇ
"Splash of Sun"
::Stallion::10 Years ::Tagging Gospel::

Juniper pressed his neck to the mare's nose, Catching scent of her. He brushed his tail against her flank, "Our foals?" He looked at the mare, Nudging her head with his muzzle. "I mean, If you think it's alright..." Juniper was a large stallion, But Gospel was large at that. He could smell her, and that it was most likely driving her crazy. Juniper nibbled at her mane, hoping she was okay. The large stallion pressed his body against hers as she leaned on him, hoping to keep himself up.

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"Lurking Shadow"
::Stallion::12 Years ::Tagging Ann::

Foster shook his mane, The hair looking as messy as it was seemed straight and clean. The sun shone on his eyes, giving it a small highlight. The mare was quite pretty at most, Acknowledging that she was a bit nervous. The jet black stallion bowed his head slightly, hoping to earn her trust as he slowly walked over to the mare. "Greetings, Are you here alone?"

ⓞⓟⓐⓛ
"Gemstone Necklace"
::Mare::7 Years ::Tagging Asmund::Heat Stage 2::

Opal gulped up a large drink of water, feeling the cold liquid drip down her throat. She lifted her head to see three more mares by Asmund. She looked at them warily, Hoping they wouldn't buck at her stallion. Opal took one more small swoop at the water before she slowly walked over to the mares, keeping her distance and keeping her mouth shut.

[Gifting Dogs]

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



Shura was surprised when Cher said that she had no herd. He looked at her and nickered, "Would you like to join my small herd?" He shifted his weight slightly before looking at the forest and listening, not only for her reply but for any sign of danger. The stallion occasionally looked back at Rett, making sure she didn't wander off


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

Silver Moon watched him closely as he approached. She looked him over before meeting his gaze, "I'm Tsuki No Mangetsu but I go by Silver Moon." She nickered, reaching her nose out to his. He looked strong and he had a good sized herd. Maybe she would join him.

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

"Hmmm, perhaps the stream?" She asked him. The mare snorted and flicked her tail more frequently, trying to shoo off the flies and other bugs. Sasha thought about joining him and she figured that this would be the best choice for her. She was full of fire but didn't want to attacked by a predator or a angry stallion. She was starting to like Bug. He was sweet to her and kind.

I have very little muse for Sasha right now))

[Tornassuk]

A N U B I S

:: Akhal-Teke :: Stallion :: 16 Years :: Coverings: 8 :: Foals Sired: 2 ::
::|:: Mares: Demeter, Jimin, Warrior, Requiem, Merci, Hunter, Cupid, Breeze, Legend ::|::
::|:: Foals: Hathor, Lucida ::|::
Tags: Warrior, Mint, Merci

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R I O T
:: Arabian :: Stallion :: 16 Years :: Coverings: 5 :: Foals Sired: 5 ::
|:| Mares: Revolution, Taehyung, Catcher, Carver, Primrose, Echo|:|
|:| Foals: Amity, Baydar, Renegade |:|
Tags: Echo, Revolution, Renegade & Baydar

Riot glanced at Echo seeing as she too heard the call. Did she feel it too? That the voice was all too familiar? Riot snorted,
raising and lowering his head as he mulled things over. He glanced at his growing and graying as he spoke but quickly turned his eyes back to the land around them. Riot didn't want to miss anything. "Maybe... Maybe not." He murmured. His ears flicked back and forth, he carefully thought over each noise he heard. The crunching or swishing of leaves might have been meaningless to him an hour ago, he would have dismissed it instantly as just the wind or a small critter, but now he thought every noise may just be a rival stallion sneaking towards them.
"The call though, was close. Hear the other horses whinnies, roars and squeals? They're much more distant sounding. They're probably three or four miles away. This one was louder though, maybe a quarter or half mile away." He stated quietly. He did not want to speak too loud and have his voice travel.
He turned to look at both his sons, Baydar and Renegade to address them both, "Alright, nothing may happen, but something may happen. If someone shows up, Rev will likely try and take the herd elsewhere but it'll be slow as Echo is heavily pregnant. Your guys jobs will be to help keep the herd together and fight off any stallion the best to your abilities. Alright?"
He looked at each son carefully. Hopefully they won't fail him. They are getting tall and strong though, they should do just fine. Not wanting to be caught off guard Riot turned back around to keep a lookout and he stayed close to Echo and Rev at all times.

Skiron
:: Colt :: Appaloosa x :: 1 Year :: Herd: Zeus' Band :: Coverings: 0 :: Foals Sired: 0 ::
Tags: Skiron

Skiron rung his tail, his irritation building at Zeus' words. With him it was always about how great Thowra was. How great of a mentor and a father he was to Zeus. How strong and all knowing he is. What Thowra always did for his eldest son. Skiron was sooo sick of it.
He moved in front of the older colt to halt his forward movement and shouted at him, "Don't you get it?! Yeah, Zeus, he said goodbye to you. He taught you, he loved you. Not me, Zeus! He never said a single----- word to me. Nothing! I'm -- wolf---- to him!"
He walked away from Zeus, towards the direction they were heading initially, his head lowered. "I don't know why... I-I don't understand what I did wrong..." He murmured, his voice breaking a little. His earlier mood had subsided into sadness before almost immediately springing back to anger, "All I know is that you're the golden child while I might as well have never existed in the first place." He snarled, picking his pace up to a brisk walk.
He wanted to put enough space between himself and Thowra as much as possible. He didn't want to be able to hear, smell, or see the golden stallion for a long, long time.
He pondered to himself, why did Thowra always ignore him? Why did he love Zeus, but not him? Did Thowra simply not like his mother? Was it because Skiron was born second? Or, was it because Skiron was not all golden like Zeus and Thowra? Because he inherited a blanket from his dam? A horse's coat color and pattern seemed like such a silly reason to cause one to not like another, but it was one of the few explanations he could come up with.
He wondered, would Arya still love Thowra now after seeing what he had done, or rather what he did not do, with their song? He does not know. His mom was always a very caring one, he likes to think she would have stood up for him. He wishes he had her at his side right now.

Ameena
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 16 Years :: Stallion: Delgado :: Lead Mare :: Pregnant ::
Tags: Delgado, Daae

Ameena flicked an ear back, tilting her head slightly to look at her colt before returning her gaze to Delgado. She dipped her head slightly in agreement to the terrible winter they just had. "Yes... Last winter was... Pretty bad. I'm sure this year will be better. " She murmured, recalling the deaths of three of their herd members. Ameena had not been attached to them, she was not their friend, she did not even know their names but she was not heartless. Seeing one of your king die in front of you always puts a damper on your day. The loss would be more strongly felt by Degaldo for sure. They were his mares, it was his job to watch after them. Not that Ameena blames him,
some things are just unavoidable and out of your control, but still. He'd probably blame himself.
She sighed at the mention of her colt having to leave. She looked back at the leggy colt. He had been interacting with Sila earlier but was now standing by himself looking guilty. Maybe other mares would lash out such a notion but Ameena did not. She remained calm, if a little sad that she'd have to see her son go. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the time one of her former stallions brutally murdered another mare's newborn colt because it wasn't his. Ameena should consider herself lucky that she still even has Apollo right now. Delgado could have easily refuse to put up with him and drive him off when they first met.
"I understand, just, maybe give him some tips before you let him go? He is rather young still and has had no colts to spar with or father to teach him anything."
Ameena tensed up, head lifting high and her ears flicked back, hearing the sound of stallions fighting over mares. She called Apollo over and helped Delgado take Sila and Hera to the safe spot he chose. She watched him run off towards the sound of the drama with her brow raised. For a second she was not sure what he was doing but it clicked with her quickly that he was going to try to get in on the action and win himself a mare or two. She glanced at Hera as she moved next to her but remained silent.
Soon Delgado reappeared with a bay Arab cross mare and her pinto filly. The mare was young, perhaps six to eight years, heavily pregnant and clearly stressed. Ameena glanced down at the valley Delgado got her from to see the other two stallions leaving.
She stepped forward from the little spot Delgado put them and pinned her ears at the stallion. "Enough. Let the poor mare rest, no one followed." She snapped.
She softened her gaze and flicked her ears forward, eyes focused on the young mare. "You alright?"
She asked softly.

Apollo
:: Colt :: Araloosa :: 1 Year :: Herd: Delgado :: Sire: Mark :: Dam: Ameena ::
Tags: Sila, Delgado

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Fable
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 13 Years :: Heat Stage: 2 ::
Tags: Alouette, Pilgrim, Candy, Jericho

Fable waited anxiously for Jericho's response. She desperately hoped he would stop fighting so that Ally wouldn't have to pushed so hard. In the meantime, she also began to think out an escape plan if Jericho did as she asked and started to take her back. Fable had no foal, no annoying extra weight and she was a small Arabian. She could easily outrun the Clydesdale... Yes,
that's what she'll do, she'll run... Wait, where's Myth?
Fable flinched, startled at her friend Candy's sudden surprise. Myth forgotten, Fable flattened her ears and shied her head away from the irate mare. She pushed her ears down even further as Candy whispered to her. The feeling of breath going down her ear was quite uncomfortable. She opened her maw to speak, lashing her tail but shut it as Candy walked off. Would have left? No,
they both know Candy would never. Fable had only ever seen her love Jericho. Fable felt a mixture of emotions. She felt guilty,
sad, and she also felt anger. Fable didn't like being berated at. A part of her wanted to snap back at Candy, a part of her wanted to just turn around and leave without another word and another part wanted to breakdown and cry and try to explain things to her. Fable stared down at the ground, clenching her teeth as she tried to see things from Candy's perspective and push away the silly anger she felt. She closed her eyes, feeling immense relief as Jericho walked away. She went over to Candy before she left, feeling a little more confident at her friend's softer gaze. "I didn't say goodbye because this isn't goodbye, alright? Just,
trust me a little, kay?" She murmured softly, hesitantly nibbling at her friend's bi-colored neck before turning around and quickly cantering away to rejoin Pilgrim.
She slid to a stop as she neared the young colt's small herd, tossing up many of the dead leaves that remained on the floor in the process. She lowered her head and sneezed, working her mouth as she trekked along with the herd. Luckily Myth had decided to stick with her older sister so Fable didn't need to go hunting her down. She eyed Alouette worriedly as she walked. She's surprised the filly was still carrying the foal for this long, she thought she'd give birth sooner.

Myth
:: Filly :: NSH :: 1 Year :: Herd: Pilgrim :: Sire: Griffin :: Dam: Fable ::
Tags: Fable, Pilgrim, Alouette

Myth's eyes flicked back and forth between Pilgrim, Jericho and Fable as they fought. She was surprised to see her mother back down. She glanced up at Alouette then back to Fable. If she's returning to Jericho, should Myth leave too and follow? She should right. Myth stayed rooted to where she was though as Fable did not call her back. Soon Candy showed up. She could telll the mare was upset with her mother but she could not hear what she was saying. Myth flicked an ear back, listening to Pilgrim's footsteps as he started to drive Ally away. She watched for a few moments longer before turning around and following after them.
The young filly was confused but remained silent and next to her chestnut sister - of which, Alouette was now taller than. She had hit the yearling age and was growing fast, now just an inch or two taller than the Arabian filly next to her.
Myth kept one ear forward and the other back, listening to see if her mother would soon come after them. If she doesn't though,
what should Myth do? Try and go back? But then she may get lost. Stay with Pilgrim? But then she may never see her mother again.
She didn't know what to do.
Her worries were put to rest as her mother found her way back to them. She whickered excitedly to her dam, nibbling at her mane before sticking herself at her hip.

Pepper
:: Mare :: Arabian :: 8 Years :: Stallion: Riff :: Pregnant ::
Tags: Bella

Fall and winter had passed by quickly, spring was upon them now already, the months passing by quicker than Pepper had ever experienced. She wondered if the seasons were getting shorter or if the perceived speeding of time was just because she was growing older. The wound on her shoulder had healed up, her fur was no longer bloody and all that was left of the scar were some shorter white hairs that matched the rest of her coat. Once she sheds out of her winter fur and into her summer coat it shouldn't be noticeable at all. Even to someone who knows what they're looking for will have a hard time finding exactly where the wound was.
Pepper had come to relax a little about Bella. She still did not know much about the mare although Pepper was interested in seeing if she could make friends with the mare. Though for most of the winter she spent her time with Riff and Pepper spent most of her time with her foals to take turns grooming Menhit and Empress. Grooming Menhit was a bit of a nightmare at first, she had so much mud still stuck in her coat but now her coat was all nice and clean.
Pepper raised her head, ears pricked as Riff approached her little Alkun and invited him to spar. She looked away from the two boys and towards Bella. Now that the mare was free, Empress sleeping and Riff with Alkun, she could perhaps go over and talk to the mare for a little. She nickered softly as she made her way over to the mare to alert her of her presence and dipped her head submissively as she neared, stopping a meter away from the mare. They may be the same age, maybe Pepper a little older and she could potentially assert dominance over her, but Pepper did not feel like doing such a thing, she wasn't a dominating a mare and had no urge to fight or be bossy.
"Hello there, Isabella was it? I'm Pepper, pleasure to meet you. Pepper nickered softly in introduction. Hopefully Isabella is nice, hopefully they can be friends unlike that one mare, Taylor, that used to be in Riff's herd long ago.

Alkun & Empress
:: Colt / Filly :: Arabian x Lusitano :: 10 Months :: Herd: Riff :: Sire: Riff :: Dam: Pepper ::
Tags: Riff

Alkun was elated to feel his hoof make a solid connection with Riff's muscular hindquarters, however his happiness was short lived as the pale stallion turned around and submitted. That's it? That's all the time his father had for him? A two minute sparring session? No, come on, all he does is stand around all day anyways. So what is it then? Is Alkun not good enough? Is he too boring, not entertaining enough? Alkun stood still as stone save for the pinning of his ears as his father rustled up his forelock.
He squealing protest and brought his hind feet off the ground about an inch in a small buck as his father started to push him back towards his mother. He didn't want to be pushed around!
Alkun turned and bared his teeth as his father spun around, getting ready to bite down hard on his rump but quickly looked away as he turned back around. He hung his head low, ears still pinned and short tail lashing as he reflected back on the last five minutes. Why did Riff stop so suddenly? What did he do wrong? He didn't understand and felt frustrated.
Empress had woken up by now and had followed her mother as she went to talk to the new mare. She paid little mind to Alkun's sparring session so when he came back skulking she had no idea what happened but she was going to try and make him feel worse. When he stopped beside her she plastered on a smirk and shook her head, laughing lightly, "God, that was soo embarrassing! You must feel like garbage."
Alkun snapped his teeth in front of her muzzle and growled quietly, "Shut your mouth you fricker fracker... You know no one here loves you, right? They just put up with you because they have to."
Empress huffed and nipped at the air beside him right back. She looked back at her mother, saw she was still talking to Isabella and pinned her graying ears in annoyance. "Oh. My Gawd. I am so telling mom once she's done talking, you're gonna be in so much trouble." She hissed then quickly swung her rump at him, one hoof cocked to tell him she was done talking to him. Alkun only smirked. He totally got to her and that made him happy.

Menhit
:: Filly :: Half Arabian :: 2 Years :: Herd: Riff :: Heat Stage: 0 ::
Tags: Riff

Menhit had been deep in thought, thinking about a stallion and what it would be like to have her own little foal running around at her feet, so lost in thought that she did not even notice the rearing Riff and the bucking Alkun behind her. She did not notice the talking mares or the arguing siblings. The only thing that drew her out of her trance was Riff's whinny. Riff was her protector, he was usually on guard so anytime he made a noise she'd instantly snap to and look around to see if he had spotted a mare, stallion, or predator. She furrowed her brow slightly and pulled her ears back as he nodded to her. Did he want something?
What was going on? Then it clicked as he turned away.
She let out a quiet, "Oh" and looked back out at the land in front of her. Just a minute ago and she was looking for stallions, slightly excited at the prospect of finding a new herd, but now as she looked out, this time with the knowledge that she could leave and was expected to leave right now panic engulfed her. There were, so far, no other herds or horses in her limited vision. There was nothing but a seemingly endless swath of tall grass. She started to hyper-ventilate, her heart rate picking up as she started to imagine muscular, maned beasts with three inch claws and fangs hiding in the grass, waiting for her to leave so they could drag her down and finish her off.
Her tail clamped down and she quickly backpedaled away from the land, quickly turning and trotting back towards the overhang she sheltered underneath last fall and winter. She didn't calm until her pale colt was pressed up against the rough, cool stone. Her heart rate started to slow, her breathing steadying. The few seconds she had spent panicking were enough to make her elbows damp with sweat.
When she felt calmer, she slowly lifted her head and looked at the plains behind her. Once again, instead of stallions being on her mind all she could start thinking of were lions. She either imagined them hiding in the grass or her mind flashed back to the day she was attacked by one. Her breathing picked up once more and she quickly looked away from the field, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she tried to think of happier things. Trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, but the maned beasts lurking in the grass.
Maybe she wouldn't leave just yet.

Xantara
:: Mare :: Akhal-Teke :: 10 Years :: Stallion: Haskell :: Heat Stage: 4 ::
Tags: Haskell

Xantara didn't say anything in answer to his first statement. She zoned out for a brief second, thinking about that foal once more. She perked up when the stallion mentioned his names, "Haskell. Has-kell. I like it, it's a nice name."[/b] Xantara replied.
The gold and black mare leaned against the stallion a little, nibbling lightly at his shoulder as she thought to herself. Her eyes slipped past Haske'lls brown body to his mare behind him. The mare looked shorter than herself but was a few good years older. Xantara was sure she was a fine lead mare and besides, Xantara has little will to lead. She only takes the role if no one else steps up to the plate or if the one in charge is utterly incompetent. The mare was a dark, dappled gray and looked to be an anglo-thoroughbred type horse. She looked friendly enough, hopefully Xantara can befriend her.
Xantara sighed in relaxation, her thin tail swatting away the flies and spreading her heat scent. She looked at the green land around them. Summer was quickly approaching and while it appeared no other herds where around, she knew that wouldn't last. Haskell is the only non-draft stallion she has seen for at least a year and she did not want to wait too long for him to deal with her heat and risk something happening in that time that ends with her stuck with another draft stallion doomed to die. Haskell's herd was also rather tiny at the moment and she is quiet sure the stallion will want to gather more mares as quickly as he can.
Xantara moved to bump her rump against the stallion's chest, tail lifted to the side and legs splayed.
-Fade?-

[CaffeinatedLlama]

RENEGADE
Yearling Colt ♦ 1 year ♦ Herd: Riot’s ♦ Mood: Excited ♦ Tags: Baydar
I’M HERE IN THE SEARCH OF YOUR GLORY

Renegade looked up from grazing to see Baydar, Riot and their parents standing in a little group. Trotting over, he politely nodded in greeting to the two mares before turning and addressing Riot. "Hi dad!" He said happily to the chestnut stallion. "I...I'm sorry for bothering my mum before. I didn't know what I was doing. I won't do it again, I promise!" He nickered hopefully, hoping that Riot would understand. He'd been a colt once, right? He'd been through this before. Bending down, he grabbed a mouthful of grass and chewed calmly as he waited for his sire to respond. Renegade was getting taller, and would one day (when he was fully grown) stand a little bit higher than Riot. He wouldn't get as big as Rev, but he would probably outgrow Baydar too. He wasn't quite there yet, and was maybe half a hand shorter than his sire, but it wouldn't be long until he was. Looking up, his ears flicking back and forth, he frowned as an earsplitting whinny tore through the calm, quiet air. Pinning his ears, he looked to his sire almost uncertainly. Did it mean anything? Shaking his head, he snorted and did a little crowhop. Riot had him and Baydar to help defend his mares. Not one mare would be stolen with three stallions protecting them. Raising his head, about to give a challenging whinny of his own, he stopped himself at the last second. Riot might get angry at him if he did that.

REVOLUTION
Lead mare ♦ 17 years ♦ Heat: Preggers ♦ Mood: Alert ♦ Tags: Herd
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Revolution listened intently to Echo as she spoke, one leg raised and her muscles relaxed. Looking fondly at her two herdmates, she realised how lucky she was to be in this herd, with a kind and loving stallion and such a close friend. Nodding in agreement to her friend's comment, she said; "Yes, I agree. Both genders are wonderful, in so many different ways. Colts sure can be a handful, but you never forget them. And fillies? The sweetest little things. I supposed that all I wish for is a healthy little foal, one that I can love with all my heart." Sighing, she bent to nibble some grass. Chuckling as her son came over and apologised, she nibbled his mane softly with her rubbery lips and let out a little nicker to let him know that she at least forgave him. Rev froze mid-groom when a challenging whinny called out over the plains. Her head whipped up and searched for the owner, but luckily there was no one in sight. Pinning her ears uneasily, she shifted her weight from one side to the other but otherwise remained put. If more danger presented itself she would move the herd immediately, but for now it was unclear if the challenge was directed at her stallion or not. Flicking her gaze over to Riot, she said "Should we start moving the herd, dear? Or should we stay put?" Riot had an advantage in the form of Baydar and Renegade, who would no doubt want to help their sire. Flicking her tail, she glanced toward the other horses in the herd and let out a quiet nicker for them to come a little closer. She wanted to be prepared. No stallion would get even a hoof on her stallion's herd, not as long as she was there.

DEMETER
Lone mare ♦ 15 years ♦ Pregnant (Due summer) ♦ Mood: Alert ♦ Tags: Anubis & co
I AM THE DEFINITION OF PERFECTION

Demeter let out an irritated snort. She wanted it known that she was second in command here, not that ugly akhal-teke mare. Just as she thought it, another mare appeared. This time she was a mustang, around 14 years old. Demeter pinned her ears in the mares direction, but otherwise left her alone. She knew that it would be useful to make at least one ally in this herd, and this mare was definitely a candidate. She wouldn't mind being friends with her, but if she tried to take lead then Demeter would not hesitate to defend the title she wanted. Lowering her nose she took a dainty nibble of grass, but kept an eye on the new mare. Her foal kicked and the black arabian shook her head uncomfortably. She hoped for a colt as to please her stallion. She looked up with an almost bored expression as she smelt the scent of a lone male, older and certainly experienced. Was there another stallion nearby that would try to challenge Anubis? Shaking her head, she trotted around the back of the herd to push the mares a little closer to Anubis in case it was true. He would need to fight if challenged, and Demeter wanted to make it clear that she could and would lead the mares safely away whilst he delt with the intruder. Looking to him she raised a brow, asking what he would like her to do.

ALOUETTE
Filly ♠ 2 years ♠ Herd: Pilgrim’s ♠ Mood: Terrified♠ Tags: Fable
LIFE IS TOUGH, DARLING. BUT SO ARE WE.

Alouette let out a happy little nicker as Fable trotted over, taking Myth back. She was going to stay and help her with foaling! Fondly nibbling her dam's mane, she was about to start talking when a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen. The breath rushed out of her with a huff, and she pinned her ears instantly. Surely it wasn't happening yet? That was soon answered as another pain coursed through her and she let out a little panicked huff. Frantically looking at Fable and Pilgrim she nudged her dam with her nose, looking at her with pleading eyes. Everything Fable had warned her about came to her in a rush and she let out a little wimper of fear. Wringing her tail, she winced as her foal kicked and another bought of pain ripped mercilessly through her. What should she do?

[hydroiid]

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

nasha focused on using his body to support most of the mare's weight. luckily there was a cave not that far away. it was a empty cave that he's been sleeping in for awhile now, just to rest before he started traveling again. "keep moving... we're almost there." nashashuka muttered, after a few minutes of walking the stallion could see the cave coming into view. He would allow the mare to rest once they were in the cave, it's to risky for an injured and week horse to rest out in the open where any predator could attack.

name;; diego
nickname;; none
age;; 5 years
gender;; stallion
breed;; tbh x mustang
herd;; none
tags;; open

diego let out a noise that sounded like a huff as he walked through a nice field of grass. he was heading towards a water source so that he could finally quench his thirst. when he had accomplished his small goal, he head back towards the middle of the grassy field to graze. He was taking a break from searching for lone mares. snaking a mare was useless because he hated fighting so he prefers looking for mares that aren't in a herd. it would be easier to claim them after all.