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:: Akhal-Teke :: Stallion :: 13 Years :: Coverings: 0 :: Foals Sired: 0 :: Injury - Bruised ::
::|:: Mares: None ::|::
Tags: Venus
Thanatos huffed, looking at the upper corner of the stall as the mare spoke. The mare had a strange accent, not one that can be found anywhere in the United States. He wasn't terribly surprised by it though, while he had never heard of a mare with the accent as he just wasn't allowed to be near mares ever, he had heard stallions with similar accents and he had learned that many horses passed through his owner's stables for one reason or another. The accent kind of reminded him of something he'd hear in his home country, Turkmenistan. Kind of. Sadly, Thanatos had lost his accent a long time ago.
He looked back at the mare when she finished and slowly replied, "...Yes...?" He then muttered underneath his breath, "Well, I mean, if I was a mare and I saw a stallion like myself strolling up to me I'd let him on immediately..."
Thanatos still didn't understand why the mare was so upset. If instinct told him to deal with her heat without having a conversation and a sit-down meal first, then surely her instinct should also be telling herself the same thing? Should her instinct also be telling her to get it over with as quick as possible, no need for introductions first? Why is she acting this way? The whole situation is extremely confusing and irritating to Thanatos. Are all mares going to be like this, or is she just an outlier? God, he hopes not all mares are like this, he'll lose his mind otherwise.
He dropped his head a little and sighed before lifting himself back up again to give the introduction the mare so badly wanted. "Alright, alright, if it makes you happy, I'll introduce myself first... I'm Hail To The King, but you'll call me Thanatos. I'm an ex racehorse from Turkmenistan, shipped to the United States of America when I was six years old and was turned into a show jumper and that's been my life since... Is that a satisfactory introduction for you? "
Flicking an ear back in uncertainty, Thanatos took a step closer to the mare. As time ticked by, Thanatos will now attempt to get closer to the mare, and when she's in a calmer state, perhaps try his luck again with her. The spot she kicked him still throbbed in pain but that wouldn't be stopping Thanatos from trying anything anytime soon.
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:: Arabian :: Stallion :: 12 Years :: Coverings: 0 :: Foals Sired: 0 ::
|:| Mares: None|:|
Tags: Estelle, Cherry
Riot opened door after door as quick as he could. The sound of the lock being fiddled with was quickly followed by the sound of hooves, shod and unshod, banging on the concrete floor as the horse rushed out. So far, Riot had only come across geldings and stallions, from what he could tell. He was surprised by the number of horses that were still alive in the barn. He finished opening one door but then paused to look back as he heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats. From the other direction came running in a stunning black Arabian mare with white, rabicano flecking on her sides. Riot didn't recognize the mare. She was a beauty for sure. When she asked to help Riot simply bobbed his head for a 'yes'. He remained distracted, not snapping back to action until a horse in the next stall over started stomping and kicking at the door.
Riot opened more doors, the barn was pretty quiet now. He thinks the rabicano mare was still opening a few stalls, but walking down along his side it seemed there were no more horses in the barn that needed letting out. He halted as he neared one of the last stalls, catching glimpse of a live horse. Inside the stall was another absolutely gorgeous Arabian mare, this one gray in color. She didn't look as lively as an Arabian should, but no doubt that's just from being locked in a stall for a week with no one tending to her. Riot didn't recognize this mare either. He knows his owners are huge in the horse world with so much money it's not even funny. They'd often help sponsor or even host their own shows and when the latter happened, the stable is flooded with new horses. Riot figures it's most likely that the gray and rabicano mare are just temporary residents for the show or something. He nickered to the mare to catch her attention, if she hadn't already noticed him, before opening the stall door for her.
"Hello ma'am, are you alright? Do you need anything?" He nickered softly in question. He looked to the rabicano mare and whickered for the mare to come join him as soon as she's finished opening the remaining stall doors.
(going to give snowbelle a chance to reply first)
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:: Mare :: Arabian :: 11 Years :: Stallion: res :: Heat Stage: 1 ::
Tags: Open
Cleo paced back and forth in her pasture anxiously, her tail wringing side to side. It had been days since any human had last visited her. Days. Maybe even a week. This is something Cleo has never experienced, not even a little bit. Every day, multiple times a day but never less than twice, a human, usually the family that owns her, would come out to work with her, groom her or just come say hi and bond a little. Always, rain or shine, yet for the past week absolutely no one has shown up. Cleo hasn't even seen anybody tend to the other horses. Everybody gets fed their grain twice a day unless a horse needed to be fed more due to medical issues. Twice a day they take the horses out of the pasture and bring them into the barn to feed them. They leave them in there for about half an hour, enough time for them to eat, and then they bring them back to the pasture. Yet no one has done that for a while. No one.
Cleo has been just about non-stop pacing for the past six days up and down along the fence line. She's already formed a dirt path from all the pacing. Her water ran out a day ago and she was terribly thirsty. Cleo glanced at her bucket. Maybe...? No, no she's already checked a dozen times today, it's all gone.
Cleo looked to the barn, nostrils flaring as a new scent drifted towards her. The smell of death. A few horses had been locked up in their stalls. No one has come out to take care of them, to feed them or water them, presumably they've all died by now. Cleo will be dead soon too if she doesn't get out, she knows she can't go much longer without some water. Swallowing a lump of fear Cleo pranced towards her pasture gate, eying the lock one more time. It was a simple enough lock to open, just flip up this little handle here, push on the gate and voilà! She's free! Except, the lever isn't on the gate itself, it's on the wooden post holding up the gate and there's a strand of electric fence preventing her from reaching over to undo it herself. Cleo's going to need someone else to open this gate for her from the outside if she wants to ever leave.
Cleo glanced around. She didn't see any free horses, she only saw some geldings who were locked up in their own pasture. However,
maybe there are some free horses nearby that may be able to hear her? It's worth a shot at least. Turning around Cleo started to pace all around her pasture, stopping to look around and she'd let out a long, strained whinny before continuing her pacing. Hopefully, someone will hear her and come to her rescue. She paused to look a the fence. Could she... jump it? It's a corral board fence, a little over four and a half feet high. No, Cleo could never jump it. Well, maybe she could, but she'd have a bigger chance of hitting the fence, flipping over, and breaking her face than she'd ever have at clearing it. It's too risky, Cleo will just need to keep crying out for help and hopefully, others will hear.
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:: Mare :: Arabian :: 10 Years :: Stallion: Cassius :: Heat Stage: 2 ::
Tags: Cassius
Fable cocked a brow and chuckled. The stallion was very direct and straight to the point, wasn't he? Maybe all stallions are like that though, Fable hasn't really had any experience with stallions outside of a few occasions in the breeding shed.
"Sure Cassius, why not? I'll join ya." She replied with a slight lilt to her mixed accent.
Her voice was a unique one, a mixture of mostly Kenyan with some British, the latter of which she picked up a bit from her short time spent in Great Britain as a filly. Cassius hasn't spoken much to her, but she could tell that while he had a pretty American accent, he didn't seem to speak quite as proper as most other horses she has met. Granted, she had only really ever met Arabians and Arabians as a breed tend to be more noble and proud than others and that tends to carry over into their speaking mannerisms.
Fable sided up next to the pinto stallion, lightly bumping her shoulder against his in a playful manner and asked, "So, where are we heading next, Cassius?"
She carefully examined the rolling green hills before them for any other horses. Cassius might prove himself to be fun, but it's always better to have more horses. Even a horse as sheltered as herself knows that much. Nothing seemed to move as far as she could see. It would appear that she and Cassius where all alone out at the moment. Her ear twitched to the left, picking up the distant sound of a horse whinny. The call was very faint, just barely audible, which told her the horse must be a couple miles away from them, yet at the moment it was their only lead. Well, her only lead, maybe Cassius knew something she didn't.
Fable glanced up at him questioningly, wondering if he had heard it too and if he would decide to go towards it. It was then when she looked at him up close did she realize the stallion had a few, small scars around the corners of his lips. Fable took the time to actually examine him from where she stood and she quickly discovered that the stallion had even more scars scattered across his body. She furrowed her brow in concern and looked away. She wondered where they came from, what happened to him, but she wouldn't ask. She knew such subjects could be touchy. He'll tell her if he wants to.
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:: Mare :: Arabian :: 9 Years :: Stallion: None :: Heat Stage: 0 ::
Tags: Francis
Maya walked calmly along the road, stopping to graze every once in a while. Maya knew her goal, to go find water, but she didn't really know where she was going. She seemed to be all alone in the world. For miles on end, she could not see a single horse, cow or any small critters moving around. She could not hear the barking of dogs or the squeals of children playing, nor could she even hear the chirping of birds. The world was silent and still, save for the grass and trees that gently swayed in the wind. This could easily, and understandably, unnerve a horse, Maya remained calm throughout her walk, granted though it was all a little bit worrying for her.
Maya had initially thought that her owner had died somehow when he went into the house to grab something and that that was why no one came out to take care of her, but looking around it seems more and more like something much bigger had happened. As she made her way, she'd occasionally come across a vehicle that had swerved off the road and crashed into a fence. She'd see bikes and scooters strewn about and house doors left open. It was all very puzzling.
Maya wandered for a couple hours, the mare really not knowing where to go, but after several turns and dead ends, she eventually stumbled upon a small pond located about thirty minutes south of town. Maya drank greedily from the pond and when she had her fill she carefully lowered herself onto the ground on the edge of the pond and rolled around a couple times. The mud and water beneath her felt so nice and cool against her skin. Maya stood up to have a nice layer of mud coating most of her body save for the hard to reach crevices and folds. Thanks to the mud, the flies that had pestered her all day were now starting to finally leave her alone, for the most part.
Maya decided sticking around the pond would be a good idea for the time being and spent the rest of her day grazing on the rich grass that grew within eye-sight of the pond. Late in the afternoon, after the mud on her coat had long dried, a gray stallion came into view, an Arabian stallion at that. The horse piqued her interest. While Maya had never herself interacted with a stallion, she had seen them at some of her competitions and had learned how to distinguish the difference from geldings by behavior alone. Typically, stallions are much more showy, arrogant and proud than geldings are and have more spunk. Now, sometimes you get a calm stallion that acts much like a gelding, but then you can just tell by their physical differences. This gray stallion had the arrogant walk and had more crest than other Arabian geldings Maya had met in her life. More importantly than what the horse's equipment was though was the fact that he was one of the first horses Maya had seen in a very, very long time and also one of the first larger animals she had seen today.
After a few seconds of silence, Maya whinnied to the horse, revealing her position if the stallion hadn't already seen her. She stood still and watched the stallion intently, curious to see how this would all play out.
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:: Mare :: Arabian :: 6 Years :: Stallion: None :: Heat Stage: 2 ::
Tags: Riff, Dystopia
Pepper was surprised to see Riff ask her where to go. Taking a second to think, it makes sense why he'd ask her, she just wasn't very used to it. No one ever asked Pepper where to go. Anyways, water. Well, there was a creek behind her home, but it's in the forest and Pepper doesn't like the woods. It's scary in the woods.
"Well, there's a large community pond near my home. You can kind of see it from my pasture, but fencing from other humans blocks the immediate path to it, so we'll have to take the long way around, which will be about a 20-minute walk if you think you can do that." She replied after a moment's pause to think. She turned her gaze to the pinto mare beside her and tacked on, "Unless you know of anything closer?"
Pepper glanced at the area the mare, Dystopia, gestured too. Pepper quickly decided that she didn't want to go that way. All the cars and trucks would be too scary for her, and they'd still be close to the barn with all the dead animals. Pepper usually tries to just go with the flow, but if the rest go over there you better believe Pepper will dig in her heels and protest. Maybe even bolt. She just doesn't do well with scary situations, and those trucks and cars are scary.
Pepper opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Riff speaking. Pulling her ears back, Pepper glanced uncertainly once more are the building. A shiver ran down her spine once more at the thought of walking around all those metal beasts. What Riff said made sense, but Pepper wasn't dying of thirst and so she felt no need to force herself to go around scary objects to get water. And while Pepper is also scared of being left alone, she feels no attachment at all to these horses and would not follow them like she might have if they'd instead been her close friends.
Snorting, Pepper backed up a bit, which she felt was enough to tell the others how she felt about it all but remained silent for the time being, deciding to stare at both mare and stallion while inwardly she tried to muster up the courage to go along with them before she made any definitive decision.
