by na'vi. » Sun Jul 15, 2018 1:44 pm
ＡＫＥＣＨＥＴＡ ──x❝those who do not move don't notice their chains.❞
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◀ ❰ Akie ❱ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ AQH x Mustang ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 13 ❱ ❰ foals: ohanzee, crow, none ❱ ❰ status: 3rd ❱ ❰ tags: adrastos ❱ ▶
Akecheta watched him patiently, gaze wide and observant of his actions. He seemed undisturbed by the scent of her estrus which both frustrated her but impressed her at the same time. He was clearly an older stallion who had patience and knew how to control himself and his instincts. Now she let her tail fall to its natural position, there was no use to be flicking it about as the gnats and flies wouldn't bother her for quite some time due to her wet pelt, only when it was damp would they come aggressively for her. Her gaze remained on him as he emerged from the water like some sort of creature that was being sculpted by the second from the river's clay filled soils. Suddenly she felt a wave of insecurity flush her pelt as his eyes danced across her but seemed to linger on the paints that decorated her chestnut frame and she took a step away from him gingerly. Where she came from these marks were common on many horses, most didn't have nearly as many as she did but almost every equine had at least one. Yet he was barren of them, what did that mean of him?
As he neared her it made her ever so aware of the hand of height he had over her but her confident personality hummed in her veins and her ears perked curiously at his name, "Adastros, the charcoal stallion." She said it boldly, as if a declaration of some sort. Yet the inflection she said his name with made it ever more evident that she wasn't born of these lands and her accent was heavy handed but coherent- she was foreign but not unintelligible. "My name is Akecheta but you, Adastros, can call me Akie if my name is too hard." She replied, amused by herself as the corners of her muzzle lifted ever so slightly in a gentle smile. "You didn't interrupt my drinking," She began, picking up her hooves to meander her way away from the stream, "but may I ask, why did you look at my paints that way?" She queried turning to look at him from over her shoulder, now revealing the bright white circle of paint that was placed around her left eye. She narrowed her gaze in a concentrating sort of manner, "It is not common to have paints here? You are barren of any." She pointed out, not bothering to keep moving so that if he wanted to he could catch up to her once more. Instead she pivoted to him, the tall golden grasses just reaching the lowest part of her belly which caused her to snort as the tips of the vegetation tickled the tender skin softly.
ＣＨＩＥＦ ──x❝being a true gentleman never goes out of fashion.❞
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◀ ❰ mares here ❱ ❰ APH ❱ ❰ stallion ❱ ❰ 16 ❱ ❰ tags: Renate & Abbe ❱ ▶
Chief lowered his hear once more to take in more water but before long after his testament of his intentions did the little colt bolt towards the stream and begin mucking about. He watched the colt splash with an amused smile of sorts, tossing his headas he lowered it into the water and sending several drops to the colt in a gentle playful sort of manner. Watching the colt play reminded him bitterly of his own daughter, Sparrow, he got to watch her grow up into a fine young mare and he had found her in the wilderness many years ago and they had formed a father daughter pair for quite some time, but she broke off, desiring something he couldn't provide for her and the memories of his estranged offspring were bittersweet to say the least.
As the mare spoke he lifted his head to peer at her again, letting a soft whurr of amusement fall from his muzzle, "My Sparrow was the same way when she was young." He replied with the same gentle teasing tone that she carried, his ears flicked towards the direction of the colt whom was now scrabbling out of the stream and to his mother, tangible excitement dancing in his gaze. A whicker of amusement left the stallion at the Abbe's declaration of his name and asking Chief what his was. Fair, very fair. His eyes traveled upwards to the mare and she seemed exasperated by her confident little son. Renate, a beautiful name for an equally as beautiful horse. "Well Renate and Abbe, my name is Chief Bravo." He replied with a soft bob of his head, "However I prefer Chief. My full name was my working name." He added quietly, curious to know if she was of a domesticated descent like her was. She carried herself in such a way that she seemed like it but he'd hate to assume where she came from, some horses who were born wild looked down on domesticated horses which was idiotic to him but he didn't particularly care.
ＭＡＲＺＩＰＡＮ ──x❝it's nice to be important but it's important to be nice.❞
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◀ ❰ Mazie ❱ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ Tennessee Walker ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 6 ❱ ❰ foals: none ❱ ❰ status: infertile ❱ ❰ tags: Kaiser & Pharaoh (mentioned) ❱ ▶
Marzipan traversed the lands with ease, her steps surefooted and impeccably placed. She was never one of those fancier domesticated horses, her beginnings were humble and quaint. She was a faithful and loyal steed for a small family who lived in the rural middle of no where. The palomino mare was used in her former years of life as a simple trail riding horse, one for pleasure and not sport. Granted they were man-made trails as she was easy to spook but her easy going nature was the ideal for the youngest members of her previous family, often being regarded as a gentle and kind-hearted mare. That much was true, she was always a pushover and had truly only ended up out here a year or so ago due to a storm that spooked her from her paddock after one of the fence rails broke and she ran, scared by the storm and figuring she could always make her way back. That clearly didn't happen.
The palomino mare shook her head and she came to a stop, ears perked as she surveyed the lands that stretched before her. Unlike many mares that inhabited these lands she was completely infertile, and her scent conveyed that. She'd only ever had one heat in her life before the darkness came and one moment she was awake and fertile the next she was asleep then groggy and infertile. Indeed it saddened her at first but she grew used to it, now finding that it worked to her advantage in her new home. Stallions didn't lust after an infertile mare and once she made it clear she was a non thre*at she often got to do as she pleased. It was then that two figures in the distance caught her attention, she had been without company for weeks and even seeing another face would likely ease the loneliness that had settled into her heart. With that the petite palomino mare made her way down the rocky outcrop, her frame skidding most of the way down on the rocky slope. Once down she trotted after them, sticking to the thicker patches of vegetation to remain unseen.
Now close enough to make them out they were both obviously male, one a stallion and one smelled kind of like a stallion but not...quite. The palomino mare raised her head just a smidge above the top of the underbrush to peek over the vegetation at the two males she had trailed. She listened to the one who smelled distinctly different tell the other to calm, that they hadn't been followed. For a split second she thought perhaps they were talking of her but it's highly unlikely.
ＳＰＡＲＲＯＷ ──x❝I may not always be there with you, but I will always be there for you.❞
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◀ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ APH ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 11 ❱ ❰ foals: Thrasher ❱ ❰ status: 1st ❱ ❰ tags: Thrasher, open ❱ ▶
Sparrow eventually came to a simple walk, her body slicing through the thick vegetation that was now becoming more thicket like than anything else but she was a hunt for something other than grass and leaves, berries. She knew from many years of travel that they grew in places like this and she figured now is a better time than ever to teach her daughter what would be safe and unsafe to eat for when she outgrew her milk. The painted mare turned her head, nudging Thrasher closer to her side where it would be easier to walk on the vegetation that was already laid flat by Sparrow. Her gaze now peered through the thick vegetation before the small blackberries caught her eyes and an excited squeal left her muzzle and she trotted forward, ears perked and tail flagging behind her. "Little Bird when you are old enough these are the best treats you could ever find. The are sweet to the taste and numerous." She said softly to her little filly, who's face merely twisted up in disgust at the very thought of consuming anything other than milk. A whurr of amusement left her muzzle at her daughter's expression but she pressed forward, her own belly beginning to throw a tantrum of protest at the lack of food.
She neared them rather quickly, prancing excitedly in place for a moment before reaching out with her muzzle to nip at various blackberries that had fully ripened and were basically begging to be eaten. She could feel the plant's sharp thorns scrape at her muzzle in protest but she didn't truly care, only focused on taking her fill of the ones that were safe to eat and making sure her filly was safe. "Thrasher stay close to me my love." She cooed softly, flicking an ear and lowered her eat to eat the small mound of delicate berries that she had successfully removed from the bush. "Make sure you only eat the black ones that are tender, the red ones that are small and hard can make you sick. They aren't ready to be eaten little one." Siad softly, knowing full well her daughter in this moment could careless about berries seeing as her frustration had thrown her completely away from even being curious of them. Instead it seemed as if Thrasher couldn't make up her mind about sleeping or eating, her little filly latching onto her for a few seconds before stopping and letting her head bob and eyes flutter shut only to reawaken and repeat the process several times over. "Sleep my love, your food will not be going anywhere." She cooed gently, turning away from the bush to nuzzle her daughter affectionately. Her daughter seemed to protest for a few moments before giving an affectionate lick to her belly and returning the nuzzle. Sparrow watched diligently as Thrasher curled up under her frame before sleeping and with that the mare continued her feast of the berries happily.
ＴＨＲＡＳＨＥＲ ──x❝she is quick, and curious, and playful, and strong.❞
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◀ ❰ Little Bird ❱ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ APH ❱ ❰ filly ❱ ❰ 2 days ❱ ❰ tags: Sparrow, Open ❱ ▶
Thrasher was slowly starting to lag behind, her meal from moments before starting to make her grow weary and tired. A small sigh of relief came from the petite filly as her dam slowed and Thrasher found herself straying away from her dam amidst the thick vegetation that pulled at her spindly legs. Sparrow's nudged and soft words perked her up slightly and she obliged, walking ever closer to her dam, nearly under her. This was a much better way to traverse this terrain, with the path flattened for the most part by hooves far larger than her. She walked quietly, head low and ears held lazily to the side, her dams voice catching her attention once more. Berries? Berries? Who needs berries if you have milk? game the thought as her nose wrinkled in clear distaste for her mothers words, as if her dam were trying to say there would be a time when Thrasher couldn't have her fill of milk when she wanted. Absolute nonsense. However her mind seemed to hold onto the information with a firm grip and she merely toddled along, her legs growing ever more tiresome by the second.
As they neared this ever more strange berry bush Thrasher slipped out from under her dam and looked at it questioningly, prodding at a small cluster of bright red berries curiously, mimicking the motion her dam was doing which had left her dam with several berries on the ground but hers didn't budge. Growing immediately frustrated she turned to Sparrow with snort, stomping a tiny hoof into the dirt. Her mother's words made little sense to the filly and instead she turned to her alternate source of comfort, milk. She nosed her mother's belly before suckling for only a few moments and stopping to steal a few sparse seconds of rest, only to reawaken and suckle more. This process was repeated until her mother who seemed slightly annoyed by the action spoke once more and nuzzled her affectionately. Thrasher's brows narrowed for only a few seconds before she licked at Sparrows belly and nuzzled her dam's muzzle and within moments the petite filly was curled under her mother, head laying between Sparrows front two hooves and sleeping soundly.
ＡＲＲＩＮＤＡＬＥ ──x❝elegance is the only beauty that never fades.❞
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◀ ❰ Arie ❱ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ andalusian ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 11 ❱ ❰ foals: none ❱ ❰ status: 2nd ❱ ❰ tags: open ❱ ▶
Arrindale is open, she's just grazing ♥
