by na'vi. » Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:06 am
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 let her hooves thunder across the lands, her chestnut pelt riddled with various smears of paint of differing colors, all carrying meanings that she herself wasn't exactly aware of. She had strayed too far from her home and her herd, these lands were unfamiliar and even she carried a distant, foreign, scent. Her nostrils flared as they struggled in take in the gasps of air that would fill her lungs and her throat burned due to the lack of water. She came to a stand still, her chocolately gaze cast upon the lands and her feather littered man fell against her neck that had a thin sheen of sweat covering it. In this moment of stillness she could hear the distant trickle of water and an ever so faint splash, the splash was indicative of another equine at the stream but she didn't care at this point, she needed water.
With that the chestnut mare picked up her hooves once more, this time her pace slowed to a jog. It wasn't but a matter of moments before she had been graced with the presence of the stream and the mare approached the bank of it quietly, peering downwind of her frame and looking at the obsidian figure. He seemed too caught up in enjoying himself in the cool water to be bothered. With that she lowered her head, letting her muzzle be submerged into the cold water and sucking in gulps of it. She could feel it cool almost her entire being cool with the touch of the water.
ＣＨＩＥＦ ──x❝being a true gentleman never goes out of fashion.❞
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◀ ❰ mares here ❱ ❰ APH ❱ ❰ stallion ❱ ❰ 16 ❱ ❰ tags: Renate & Abbe ❱ ▶
Chief paced along, his painted coat gleaming as he had finally slicked out for the hotter months, his head bobbed as he walked forward, the heat never really bothered the stallion. He was used to hard work, his previous years of domestication revolved around work. Being wild seemed no different, it was just a different type of work. It was then that the stallion let out a playful buck, tossing his head and letting out a bellowing neigh. He trotted forward, skidding to a halt at the faintest scent of a mare and a foal. The stallion peered around himself, seeing no such sight nearby he figured to hell with it. It never hurt to try and following up this lead could possibly reward him with a mare and her foal, even if it wasn't of his genetic lineage. He ran his muzzle along the grasses, committing the scent to memory before picking up his hooves once more to move his massive frame forward, on the hunt for this beauty.
The sound of a weak stream, one of many that seemed to slice through the lands, fill his ears and he let out a grunt. It would make sense that she'd be here, mares needed water almost more than food if they had a nursing foal. He approached cautiously, the duo now in his sights. He was never an aggressive type of stallion but more persistent and patient, he had learned many times that being aggressive towards mares with young foals would earn you a sharp kick the jaw and a nip to your rump. He whickered towards the mare, letting his gaze flick to the foal and then back to her. She was stunningly beautiful. "You foal is quite the lively fello." He said, his voice was grizzly and low yet friendly and well-mannered. He kept his head low, ears flicked forward and his entire posture that of a non-aggressor, he didn't want to feel her wrath or make her feel threatened. This would be a careful and delicate dance of body language.
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 seemed to glide through the lands, her strides were elongated and elegant, her tail streaming behind her. Even if she had been wild for almost two years now she had never lost her poise. She felt many wild horses she saw mucking about had lazy posture and seemed to just bumble about on four hooves- whereas she was graceful, her strides well planned and smooth. The grey mare came to a stop, a distant whinny filled her ears and she snorted, not bothering to reply to it. She didn't really know of many horses, she had managed to evade most equines except for the occasional young and stupid bachelor who would try and rope her into the following of mares. She wanted no part of an inexperienced stallion, they were too cocky for their own good. The mare let out a snort, the blazing heat didn't really bother her. The white mare was luckily enough not a cremello and her darker skin yet nearly white fur was more than capable of keeping her cool. Instead she lowered her head into the golden grasses and grazed peacefully, flicking her tail to and fro shamelessly to not only allow the scent of her heat drift into the air but to also swat at the flies and gnats that plagued her. If humans did have one thing to offer, it was fly spray. The miracle liquid she used to detest she would loved to be coated in now.
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: 2nd ❱ ❰ tags: Thrasher, open ❱ ▶
Sparrow stood quietly, a hind hoof cocked under her frame. The paint mare had birthed only 48 hours ago, and her body still ached. Usually a mare her age and of her build bounced back easily from labor, but Thrasher was her first foal, soreness was to be expected. It was a small miracle that she had only now had her first foal, some mares had almost three foals by the time they were her age but she seemed to have a knack for evading stallions and pissing them off when they got too assertive over her. Yet not she stood by her lonesome with her filly sleeping under her, taking advantage of Sparrow's larger build that often provided the perfect sized shadow that Thrasher could rest in. "My little bird." She mused to herself, flicking her tail and letting her gaze fall over the lands, even if she had been born domesticated this vast wilderness was her home. She freed herself of the humans at the ripe old age of 3 years old. At first she lived on the brink of existence but by some stroke of luck her instincts seemed to kick in and she began to not only live, but began to thrive.
The mare's thoughts sidetracked as Thrasher rose underneath her belly and without even hesitating to do anything other than eat began to suckle with vigor. The first several times her filly had tried to nurse was quite the surprise to Sparrow but now it was both a relief and filled her with a sense of pride. Her filly ate like a hog, suckling and taking her fill every thirty minutes brought relief to Sparrow almost every time. Sparrow thought that she produced enough milk to feed an army of hungry foals, it wouldn't but a few minutes before Thrasher would nurse that Sparrow's teats would be swollen and aching, being quite the annoyance for the usually active mare. Now though she stood idly by, turning her head to give her filly a once over, letting an amused whicker slip from her muzzle at the youngster's tail that wagged happily to a fro. Many times Sparrow had seen mares deny their foals to nurse when they wanted but Sparrow didn't really mind, if anything she wanted Thrasher to eat as much as she desired, after all the first year of her life would be nothing but insane levels of growing. The affectionate sound that Thrasher returned to her with that wide brown gaze melted her heart and she turned away, letting her gaze slice through the land warily.
With that the mare stood quietly, letting her ears flicked around at any suspicious sounds, staying alert for any sudden shift of the grass and close by whinnies. She was the ever so protective mare, borderline aggressive, to anyone or anything who dared to come her way.
ＴＨＲＡＳＨＥＲ ──x❝she is quick, and curious, and playful, and strong.❞
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◀ ❰ herd here ❱ ❰ APH ❱ ❰ filly ❱ ❰ 2 days ❱ ❰ tags: Sparrow, Open ❱ ▶
Thrasher slept peacefully under the shade of her mother's belly. The little paint filly was sound asleep, laying on her side with her legs sprawled out, the epitome of a foal who was well cares for, carefree, and felt secure. Then again, only being two days old she knew nothing of danger or struggle. All she knew was that her mother was a giant mare who seemed infatuated with her and always had food. At the sound of her nick-name leaving her mothers lips the filly rose, the scent of milk filling her nostrils at once and she immediately flipped around, latching on almost instantly and taking her fill with happy grunts and a wag of her tail.
Thrasher was a small foal, born a season early and compared to her mother, who to her was a giant goddess of a horse, was very petite and feeble. Yet she was starting to grow fat and strong on Sparrow's milk, which seemed to be an endless supply. The affection filled whicker that came from her mother caused Thrasher to break away and peer at the mare, trying to replicate the gentle sound only resulting in a distorted grunt of sorts that still seemed to ooze with adoration. The filly then resumed her feast with soft grunts of both happiness and effort. Some would think just by the sight of the filly filly feeding so voraciously that she was starving, yet she was anything but.
