[ run wild ! ] [ wild horse rp, open ! ]

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
among the stars
mare
heat three
five years
stallion: maelstrom
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

Estrella knew she had been sheepish. In her young age, everything seemed like it was something you could say. The paint nodded. "Well, I'm glad. I wouldn't be someone's trophy." Estrella swatted at the flies with her tail, swishing back and forth. She was unintentionally spreading her heat smell, and she quickly stopped. Estrella wasn't quite ready to be covered. The grooming relaxed her a bit, and Estrella already knew what she'd say to his question. "I'd be pleased, Maelstrom." The paint said formally. Her soft nose brushed his hot fur. Estrella's figure shifted, their coats touching. "A herd seems like a good idea to me." She would enjoy the company and safety Maelstrom could offer. "You can go claim that other mare now." The paint said. "I'll have time with you, now that I've joined you." The mare didn't want to selfishly take up all his time, but at the same time she loved his grooming.

[ m a l c o l m ]
fleeting love
stallion
ten years
mares: --
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

"Ah. Majesty. The perfect name for a majestic mare such as yourself." Malcolm said sincerely. "I'm called Malcolm." While he had noticed that the mare hadn't introduced her filly, the Thouroughbred didn't push her. As she took in his scent, he did the same, but with caution. The mare was giving slightly mixed signals; allowing him to come closer, hiding her foal, whinnying with a mix of nerves and confidence. He decided to assure her, hoping to relax her a little from her jumpiness.

"Majesty, you needn't worry. I am not a violent fool, and I will not harm your precious filly." Malcolm was completely un-sarcastic in his use of the word 'precious'. The filly was so innocently curious, adorable, and of a beautiful coloration like her mother's in the bay stallion's mind. He wouldn't dream of hurting a foal simply because it wasn't of his lineage.

[lovestruck]

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡

age. four breed. American Paint health.good heat.pregnant (mid spring) feeling. happy tags. Ramona, Nox, Trigger’s herd

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Farrah followed cautiously behind Ramona, nodding at her statement. She wasn’t sure why Ramona seemed so upset, but from the chestnut’s words, it had something to do with Nox leaving them here. Farrah was, as well, a little upset by this, but mostly confused. The young mare pondered why on earth the stallion would put himself in a protective stance between himself and a stranger, and annoyance began to play at her features as well- she was mostly confused, but Ramona seemed upset, and it was likely that there actually was something to be upset about.
In an effort to take her own mind off the hectic events, she worked at a small chunk of mud caught up in her friend’s sorrel coat, with her soft grey lips. She then watched in horror and surprise as the paint stallion began to attack Nox, with well aimed bites. Nox fired back with a strong kick to the nose, which brought pride to Farrah, for he had not backed down. Although, she did still realize it was strange what he was doing- it was brave. And perhaps Ramona and herself were missing something, that only he had noticed- although she doubted it. The paint mare gave a flick of her light tail, watching as the rival stallion seemed to retreat a bit- perhaps deciding the mare wasn’t worth it. Farrah kept herself quiet, somehow knowing it wasn’t a good idea to make noise.
The mare was mostly confused, however, why the stallion would care so much for a mare carrying a foal that most certainly wasn’t his own.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

age. five breed.AQH health.good heat.pregnant (early spring) feeling. curious tags. Whiskey, Sparrow, Peregrine, Moscato

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Piper glanced about her, getting just a tad overwhelmed- two new mares had showed up at once. Although she presumed they were drawn by the herd’s noise and smells, it was still a bit to handle. The black and white draft mare in the distance had stopped, and Piper glanced at her curiously. She reeked of confidence and hostility, and for some reason, her vibe set Piper on edge, especially after seeing Sparrow seemed to get a similar feeling for the stranger.
The other mare, however, seemed alright. She had a foal with her, although he was a colt, Piper noted. Piper glanced at Whiskey, as Sparrow moved towards him. She’d heard plenty of stories of stallions killing or harming colts that weren’t their own, even fillies- but colts more so. Piper moved closer to the rest of her herd, giving Whiskey a small nudge of encouragement, glancing at the mare. She looked older- perhaps even older than Sparrow. That could cause problems. (I have like no muse I’m sorry xc)

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

age. three breed.hanoverian health.good, has a permanent limp heat.two feeling. scared tags. Geode, Citadel

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Confusion tugged at Annie’s features, as she attempted to figure out this stallion. He seemed to have something off about him- although she couldn’t put her hoof on what exactly it was. He was comedic, really, in his old age, and with his character- which she had yet to figure out the reason behind.
Annie returned a nicker to the mare behind him, who seemed to be rather fond of him, from what she could see. The mare looked older- so perhaps he was a good stallion, for she was experienced, and probably knew what was best.
Annie’s brown ears flicked up when the elderly stallion began to speak. She replied, “Hello- this is a lovely little getaway isn’t it? There aren’t too many horses here, it’s nice and quiet. I’m Annie- what do they call you two?” She was rather excited, having four the pair, and realized she was being quite a bit more talkative than usual, so she decided to shut her mouth after that, so as not to scare the two off- although it seemed they were quite happy to have her company.
Annie gave the grey mare behind him a curious glance, wondering if perhaps she knew, despite having just met him as well.
The stallion was doing rather well for himself today, at least, given his apparent age. She swore she could see the pride glimmering in his eyes.
Annie gave a flick of her tail, spreading her sent around the area, somewhat purposefully, but also to flick at the many insects swarming around herself.

𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

age. nine/two weeks breed.appaloosa health.good heat.two feeling. more relaxed tags. Malcolm

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Majesty listened as the stallion spoke, a smile blooming on her features as he complimented her name. “Why thank you- it’s nice to meet you Malcolm”
There was a visible shift in Majesty’s body language after the thoroughbred stallion’s next, reassuring words, and she cocked a hoof, her body no longer tensed up and ready to spring. She closed the gap between herself and the stallion, although she still kept an eye on him as her filly was closer now. “Her name is Royal,” she murmured, taking a moment to groom a few lose hairs from the small filly’s brown and white body, before letting her wander as she pleased. Although she didn’t fully trust the stallion yet, she had seen enough of him to be somewhat trusting of him, and simply hope for the best. She would step in if he tried anything, and be long gone. Her filly was under her protection now, and if anything were to happen to Royal, Majesty’s heart would be shattered. Majesty had seen the heartbroken mares who had lost their foals. They moved on, in time, but always kept the little ones in their heavy hearts.
The spotted mare raised her head from her filly, and nuzzled the stallion, before beginning to groom him a bit, hoping it was alright with him. The mare flicked her tail, unintentionally spreading her scent- although she didn’t really mind either way. Her heat would have to be gotten rid of eventually, as she had decided on sticking with Malcolm, at least for a bit. “Would it be alright if we stayed with you?” she inquired, flicking her tail once more.
Royal trotted in a tight circle around her mother and the new stallion, being that her mother seemed to be much more comfortable with him now. The appaloosa filly rolled in the grass, her long legs splaying out in the air.
She got up and ran a bit, before tumbling over on her still new legs. Finally, deciding running was no longer worth her time, she pranced over to the new horse, and looked up at him. He was tall, quite a bit taller than her mother in fact. She noticed he was the same color as her- save for her white rump.
Royal moved between her mother and the stallion, and let out a shrill whinnie, hoping to get the stallion’s attention. She reared up a bit, playfully, and rolled on the grass once more, before resting at the stallion’s feet. She could see a bit of worry in her mother’s expression- the stallion could easily crush her filly at that moment. But Royal trusted him, and didn’t really understand the danger of most stallions, anyways.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞

age. six breed.clydesdale x aqh health.here heat.three feeling. angry, annoyed tags. Solstice, Orion

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Genevieve snorted, her ears laying flat against her head, both as clear signs of her annoyance with the present situation. She continued grazing placidly, snapping her head up when the large mare, Solstice, moved towards her. She glared at the gypsy vanner, whilst swishing her tail a bit. Her ear that was closer to the mare pricked forwards, whilst her other ivory colored ear stayed pinned to her head. The mare began to speak, and Genevieve felt anger bubbling up. Attitude? Genevieve supressed her emotions, instead deciding to attempt, at least, at peace making. The grey-splotched mare flicked her tail, and nickered softly, “I’m sorry, if I had an attitude- but you can’t expect me not to be riled up when a stallion has that much immaturity and disrespect, to circle a mare before exchanging scents- or anything of the like!” Genevieve considered her words, and continued, “And well, no offense, but you weren’t exactly the most kindly either.” Genevieve was a bit smaller than the mare- being only half draft, but she was still unafraid of Solstice. Gen would be respectful of the mare- she had no desire to be in a lead position- but she wouldn’t take bullcrap from her. Genevieve swished her tail, uneasy. She hadn’t really tested this mare yet- and wasn’t sure how angry she could get. Genevieve was on edge, her focus fully on Solstice at this point. One threatening move and Gen would dodge out of the way. Hopefully, though, she hadn’t angered Solstice, and it would all be alright. The mare was sure she hadn’t accidentally said anything to offend the opposition- but you never know.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡

age. thirteen breed.spanish mustang health.good heat.pregnant(early spring)feeling. bossy tags. Maelstrom, Meredith, Estrella

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Annoyance passed over Ariah’s features as Mael stepped into their conversation, but she found herself amused by his far too early attempt at covering Estrella. Giving a friendly glance towards the mare, she moved towards the bay mare- who appeared to be a thoroughbred.
Ariah extended her snout in order to exchange scents, more than eager to meet the mare. Hopefully, Mael wouldn’t interrupt this time. The roan mare spoke, repeating her name, “I’m Ariah- if you didn’t hear before, and that’s Mael.” She added on, “You have a very beautiful coat.” Trying to form a good first impression with the mare.
Ariah was always kind to younger mares. However, if they were to decide to be a little bossier than usual- and try and be more dominant than herself, they would get a quick nip. Ariah had known many a mare to establish dominance immediately, with a nip- but she didn’t find that necessary, and personally didn’t find it to be a good way to earn respect. It earned fear and hatred perhaps- but the mares would then be hesitant to even be around her.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫

age. twelve breed.aqh health.good, in prime mares.Imogene(?) progeny. none in rp feeling. annoyed,amused tags. Imogene, Nefertiti,Nox, Ramona, Farrah

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Trigger snorted as strong hooves came into contact with his muzzle, and rammed his own front hooves towards the stallion’s side, before backing up and snorting, lifting his front legs a small amount before slamming them on the ground. He watched as the dappled stallion nudged the dark mare away, and spoke. Trigger drowned out the stallion’s words with his thoughts.
He didn’t even really want a pregnant mare anyways- and she’d be more trouble than it was worth, even if he won, he’d come out with injuries, and likely not even be able to keep his mares. for long because of that. Besides- if he lost, he would also lose his Imogene, who although he didn’t like to admit, he’d grown a small bit fond of. The paint stallion turned his rump towards his rival and pushed his legs out in a final kick, wanting to get the last hit in, before lashing his tail against his hindquarters, and nudging at Imogene’s rump gently, asking her to move away from the stallion and pregnant mare. He hoped this would be alright with her, because he was simply trying to clear them out of the situation, and keep his mare safe. Although, she no doubt knew how to take care of herself.
He didn’t quite understand the challenging stallion’s motives, but wasn’t sure that it mattered- the pregnant mare wasn’t worth the fight.
As he moved away from the dappled stallion and dark mare, his eyes passed over two mares in the distance, who were no doubt the dappled stallion’s. A beautiful chestnut stood next to a paint, who was grooming her, whilst watching the display. Trigger glanced at Imogene, and nickered softly, “Stay safe, alright? I’ll be back soon.” Although he should’ve left in that moment, these mares were in the open, and further proving how strange this rival stallion was. Why would he leave his mares there? Trigger ran towards the mare’s, lowering his head in order to attempt at snaking them, whilst watching Imogene and the rival stallion.
Attempting at getting these mares was a big risk, especially considering that they may have been loyal to their stallion- but if they did decide to come along with him, it would be worth it.
(no matter what happens, Farrah at least will be staying with Nox, it’s up to eleu what to do w Ramona but I thought it would cause some interesting drama with their friendship and all)

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
among the stars
mare
heat three
five years
stallion: maelstrom
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

Estrella knew she had been sheepish. In her young age, everything seemed like it was something you could say. The paint nodded. "Well, I'm glad. I wouldn't be someone's trophy." Estrella swatted at the flies with her tail, swishing back and forth. She was unintentionally spreading her heat smell, and she quickly stopped. Estrella wasn't quite ready to be covered. The grooming relaxed her a bit, and Estrella already knew what she'd say to his question. "I'd be pleased, Maelstrom." The paint said formally. Her soft nose brushed his hot fur. Estrella's figure shifted, their coats touching. "A herd seems like a good idea to me." She would enjoy the company and safety Maelstrom could offer. "You can go claim that other mare now." The paint said. "I'll have time with you, now that I've joined you." The mare didn't want to selfishly take up all his time, but at the same time she loved his grooming.

[ m a l c o l m ]
fleeting love
stallion
ten years
mares: majesty & royal
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

Malcolm peered down at the filly with a loose smile playing on his features. Malcolm had always been soft for the romping foals. "Her name goes excellently with yours." The stallion commented. As Majesty flicked her tail, Malcolm raised an eyebrow for a split-second, then realized it wasn't intentional. He then ignored it, as he had learned with experience. Malcolm knew that stallions were often distracted with heat and it was an embarrassing trait to have. Luckily, the bay stallion was used to ignoring the heat scent from his years of experience. Malcolm shifted, cocking a hoof and let Majesty groom him. "Yes, of course, Majesty. You and your filly will be safe with me." The bay dipped his head, showing his sincerity in the sentence. He always did his best to keep his mares safe from harm. Malcolm then shifted again, so he could groom the Appaloosa mare. It was selfish to make Majesty groom him, when she was the one joining his herd. Royal moved all around, an eager little filly. "Hello, Royal." The stallion called softly. "How old is she?" The stallion then asked Majesty.

[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘕𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘛𝘐 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 12 yrs old iii. Quarter Horse heat. pregnant foals. several stallion. none mood. SHE IS LIVID
━━ mentions. -- tags. The whole gang, specifically Trigger & Farrah

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Even with Nefertiti putting space between herself and the stallions she felt her rump come in contact with another and her ears flicked in alarm. There was too much anger and adrenaline flowing in the mare's blood for her to recognize Equinox's facial features as he faced her, shooing her away to stand among the two mares who were tucked neatly away. Though she did abide by his request, she felt her heart plummet. If this stallion lost his life, or even his other mares, for her foolish actions it would consume her alive with guilt. That being said she listened, pivoting sharply and breaking into a swift canter, despite her gaunt and underweight frame she moved remarkably fast- what little muscle was left in her legs rippling as she heaved herself up the slope of the hill. Her ears flicked towards the mares but she didn't go to greet them- they were probably livid towards her which she understood. She indirectly put their stallion- and them- at risk. She did however let out a loud bellow- one of encouragement for the dapple stallion, her tail swishing against her hocks.

With her gaze remained glued to the sight before her she knew all too well what was to happen as the painted stallion lowered his head and beamed for the mares that stood feet away from her. Her ears pinned and she reared up just the slightest bit, her eyes flicking between the two mares before they settled on the golden paint. The mare was closest to her, with that Nefertiti took off, giving out a kick towards Trigger just to distract him, knowing full well it wouldn't hit as it wasn't her intention she sided up to the mare, leaning into her to cut her away from the other. Nefertiti might have been leaner than usual from the winter but she was still a damn strong mare and that mixed with the adrenaline, pure rage, and motherly instinct the mare carried was a deadly combo. Once again Nefertiti shouldered Farrah, shoving the young mare towards a dense thicket. It would be too hard for the stallion to try and snake them in here, lest he risk getting tripped up in the thick brambles. "Go deeper into the thicket. Walk carefully, your stallion will try and get your friend back." She nudged the mare's rump, her voice held a guilt to it but more than that it was motherly and kind. She was careful to walk behind the mare, pivoting once she felt they were far enough into the dense foliage she stared down the scene, her nostrils flared and she could feel her legs tremble the slightest with the effort of running and cutting the pretty mare away from the chaos. That was one thing Nefertiti had learned to do well- pull mares out of being snaked. It came with experience which she had plenty of but she was in no shape to be hauling herself up hills at a gallop or canter, that much was obvious with how her sides heaved with the effort of drawing air into her lungs.

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━━ 𝑴𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑴 | ❝ solid black stallion with four white socks. ❞

I. stallion II. eight years III.mustang x thoroughbred IV. ariah, estrella IV. no foals.
MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. ariah, meredith, estrella
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she seemed rather keen on sharing his attention for now and as mael looked to the two mares conversations, he thought better of it. “i think i’ll stick with you for now, arian seemed pretty busy.” the stallion said. the last thing he needed was to upset his lead. she hadn’t liked him butting in before. he continued to groom her for now, aiming to make her even more relaxed for the time being. he wouldn’t attempt to advance on her for now, he’s wait until she herself was ready to accept him as is and not have anymore major expectation.

━━ 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑰 | ❝ dark bay stallion with a black mane and tail. ❞

I. stallion II. nine years III. thoroughbred IV. no mares IV. no foals.
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the stallion was deep within the water, bearing up to his knees as he splashed around. while he currently had no mates, he seemed none too worried about finding anyone currently. he was patient and with that, a little time to himself could not hurt. he did though make sure not to put water in his ears, that was one thing he did not like. the dark bay was covered in water and sweat, though his focus was simply on entertaining himself.

━━ 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰 | ❝ graying bay mare with rather short mane and tail. ❞

I. mare II. ten years III. lipizzan IV. heat two IV. joker. V. no foals.
MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. joker, kip
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the mare seemed rather conflicted in her own hormones from the looks of it. it was rather amusing watching the two younger horses, though she was glad that joker had corrected himself from getting a hoof to the chest. the gray mare turned her attentions back to her stallion, awaiting his reaction now towards kip as she herself lowered her head to the ground and began to rip up the greenery around them. she would occupy herself with eating for now, then she would most likely come into the conversation should she feel the need or if joker needed her to. she did not think that kip would be an issue to her honestly, though asanti would make it known who was in charge here and among other things.

━━ 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨 | ❝ chestnut mare with one left front sock and a white blaze on her forehead. ❞

I. mare II. five years III. mustang x morgan IV. heat three IV. no stallion. V. no foals.
MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. farrah, nox, others
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it had happened rather quickly as the mare watched the scene fold before her. the stallions were fighting for one minute and then farrah was being pushed away by the pregnant mare. she was not keen to follow them, nox had already lost the little trust she had in him. trigger seemed smarter in her mind and when the stallion came her way to snake her, at first she bucked as she moved forward, showing her minor defiance before going exactly where trigger wanted. her gaze turned to the thickets in which her friend disappeared and a nicker escaped her, her barrel shaking slightly, clearly she didn’t want to leave her friend. the mare sauntered towards trigger’s other mare.

the mare flicked her tail, spreading her scent unintentionally as she pinned her ears. her body was tense as she turned to look towards nox, her nostrils flared and she pawed at the ground with a hoof, clearly quite irritated in the situation she had been put in because of him. she would get back to farrah, one way or another but she knew not as to when.

━━ 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑶 | ❝ black and white patched mare with heavy feathering on legs. ❞

I. mare II. nine years III.gypsy x aph IV. heat one IV. no stallion. IV. no foals.
MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. whisky, sparrow, piper.
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it had been nearly a week since the birth of her foal, it had been a stillborn and the mare did feel the sorrows of the lost. snorting, she picked up a trot towards a small water source, a run off that she could hear not far off. her feathered legs were covered in filth and she aimed to clean them along with the rest of her dirty coat. she had yet to fully blow her winter coat and without anyone to help with grooming, she was pretty dirty. the water was within sight and she slowed her pace before splashing in the water. once she felt her legs were cleaned off enough, she let herself drop down after making sure her surroundings were safe. the gypsy vanner cross rolled in the water before pushing herself back up to her hooves, shaking and then glancing around. she saw nothing of interest so she moved on, letting the sun dry her wet coat.

her mane and tail still dripped with droplets of water as she moved, her coat not completely clean but better than the ragged loot she had prior. despite the harsh winter, she had kept herself in good enough shape so she had energy to spare for now. she continued to move at a steady trot, her bi-colored gaze scanning the terrain in search of company. she disliked being alone for many a reasons, one of which was that solitude did not fit the mare very well. her prior herd had scattered during a mountain lion attack and she had not seen any of them since. now without a foal, she had no means to be wary of any horse, stallion included. the poor colt did not even have a chance at life, the stress of the attack had probably been the cause or maybe due to the fact that she had gone into labor a little too early. pushing her thoughts to the side, she picked up her pace, for one hoping the wind resistance would continue to help dry her damp coat.

it was not long before she spotted what looked to be a small herd in the distance. moscato paused, observing them first from a distance. her scent was not nearly strong enough to really gain any attention nor would she allow any major courting until later. her eyes focused on that of the filly that seemed to be with them, reminding her slightly of what she herself could have. snorting, her ears pinned slightly before she decided to allow herself to be seen, moving further up and towards them, standing still and holding her head high. she did not make a sound, knowing very well that if these horses were smart, they would also be scanning the area every so often for any threats, she would be spotted at some point and that would be when she would decide what she wanted to do.

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━━ 𝑴𝑶𝑨𝑵𝑨| ❝ blue roan mare with a white blaze. ❞

I. mare II. fourteen years III.standardbred x thoroughbred IV. heat four IV. no stallion. IV. no foals.
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[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
among the stars
mare
heat three
five years
stallion: maelstrom
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

Estrella was quietly happy about this. "Oh, good." Then her attention turned to her heat. Might as well get it over with, right? But she wasn't sure.. The paint swished her tail, unsure of what to do, and the sun was quickly turning warm on her shedding winter coat. Estrella nipped Maelstrom on the shoulder lightly, to make sure she had his attention. She led him away a slight bit, then nibbled down his whole neck. After the paint groomed him, she turned. Her rump faced him, and her tail spread her scent. Hopefully he'd understand.

[ m a l c o l m ]
fleeting love
stallion
ten years
mares: majesty & royal
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

Malcolm peered down at the filly with a loose smile playing on his features. Malcolm had always been soft for the romping foals. "Her name goes excellently with yours." The stallion commented. As Majesty flicked her tail, Malcolm raised an eyebrow for a split-second, then realized it wasn't intentional. He then ignored it, as he had learned with experience. Malcolm knew that stallions were often distracted with heat and it was an embarrassing trait to have. Luckily, the bay stallion was used to ignoring the heat scent from his years of experience. Malcolm shifted, cocking a hoof and let Majesty groom him. "Yes, of course, Majesty. You and your filly will be safe with me." The bay dipped his head, showing his sincerity in the sentence. He always did his best to keep his mares safe from harm. Malcolm then shifted again, so he could groom the Appaloosa mare. It was selfish to make Majesty groom him, when she was the one joining his herd. Royal moved all around, an eager little filly. "Hello, Royal." The stallion called softly. "How old is she?" The stallion then asked Majesty.

[unnamed]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘━━ twelve y/o stallion
mares: piper, sparrow . foals: peregrine (adoptive) . w/ herd, jacinto, corvus . mentions moscato

Whiskey could sense that Sparrow wasn't entirely pleased with his answer in regards to his past herd but truthfully the stallion desired to move on from his past and with the two beautiful mares in front of him his desire to do so was even stronger than before. His future was standing directly in front of him and yes, he missed his mares, but they were in the past and there was nothing that could be done. If Sparrow chose to pry further he'd answer her questions honestly. He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he was surprised when he suddenly felt Peregrine's small body up against his while Sparrow appeared next to him. It was clear that she was blocking Peregrine from the sight of another horse which caused Whiskey to take in a deep breath, he judged by the smell that it was another mare and one who clearly wasn't far into their heat either. Foolish as it may be it made the stallion less concerned. He found himself standing between two strong looking mares and with the filly by them he doubted a mare would chance any aggression. Instead he settled for reaching to each mare, giving a reassuring nudge to each mare.

Sparrow's explanation as to why she had no herd left Whiskey feeling sorry for her, a lead mare was arguably the most important part of a herd and even more so than a stallion. It was how herds got to water sources and plentiful food sources, leads kept you in safe spaces and to deliberately disrespect one could be the end of a stallion's reign. He'd seen younger stallions be chased out of herds by a lead mare when they did something idiotic. You couldn't risk your herd and your lead mare was an important part of that, it's why harems could exist. A strong lead mare made a herd. "While I'm sorry that happened I'll admit to not being upset about it. I prefer not to fight when I don't have to," his tone was light, an attempt at subduing some of the mare's anger over the situation. "The winter was hard but I believed it work in all our favor, especially mine considering the beauty of the two of you," he chuckled softly as he turned his head once again to gently lip at Piper. She was a shy one, that much was clear, but the stallion didn't want her to recede too far into herself. He wanted to keep her comfortable and the small shows of affection were what he knew how to do.

He had pulled his head back a moment later, closing his eyes as he reveled in the feeling of a herd once again. It was welcome and much appreciated, a comfort that he had gone without for far too long. It was like a warmth had settled over him, gently caressing him and lulling him into a deep sense of peace. Of course it could only last for so long and without warning a gentle call from another horse had his eyes opening and his ears moving high upon his head. The dapple gray stallion blinked his eyes slowly and shifted his neck to turn towards the noise, seeing a white mare standing not far off. Being careful not to disturb the sleeping Peregrine, as his head came around Sparrow's side he could see the young foal tucked into the new mare's side and judging by how the mare was standing over the foal it was a colt at that. For a moment Whiskey considered turning his back to her and moving his own herd away from the mare. Other stallion's colts weren't exactly a favorite of Whiskey's and while he had never killed one he didn't necessarily treat them warmly either. Perhaps it was his desire to regain a herd or his moment of softness towards Peregrine but regardless Whiskey whickered back, inviting the mare forward. He stepped forward, placing himself in between the new mare and Piper and Sparrow.

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘━━ fourteen y/o mare
no stallion . no foals . heat three . w/ solomon, valeria . no mentions

Royalty rolled her eyes at the stallion's comment, chuckling gently as he referred to her as being a young mare. His first comment was only followed by another charming little bit. Perhaps she was more perceptive to the stallion's charm than she previously believed. Desiring to keep her bit of control she decided that she was so open and giddy about his flirting because he was quite the impressive specimen. She was sure his offspring would be strong and worthy of dotting on. Despite her aging years Royalty had always been a very fertile mare and in her life had only ever lost one foal. Her body, even being a bit thinner than normal, was still well rounded and strong. She was no small mare and carrying foals had always been an easy task for her - with luck the mare still had two good years left before her chances of losing foals began to lower drastically and she'd be damned if what could be her last two weren't note worthy. "Well you certainly know how to make a mare feel special so I suppose it must be true," she cooed back to him softly.

As he brushed against her side to walk beside her her head turned slightly, watching him as he came closer until their sides brushed gently together with each step. This close her long tail brushed gently against his legs each time it swayed towards him, each gentle wave of the long hairs serving to spread the scent of her heat. Amusement filled her features as he introduced himself and she quietly repeated the name to herself, allowing it to roll off of her tongue as though she were tasting it. Much like the richest fruits she found she liked it, repeating it once again as she spoke, "Solomon. Hm, it seems as though we meant to find each other, my king." It was a small tease as she bumped her rump against his own. Whether he liked it or not the mare had already decided she'd be sticking around. She quite liked this one and even when she could no longer produce progeny she had a feeling he'd remain good company to her. Feeling his teeth gently nibbling her neck she laughed softly, once again bumping her rump against his.

It was at that moment that the mare's call had interrupted her moment and Royalty's natural dominance had assumed its position. At the mare's initial show of her size Royalty had remained firm in her own. She would not start the fight but she'd let it be known there would be one if the young mare chose to go that route. However, the mare shied away and relaxed herself a bit and in response a low, welcoming nicker emitted from Royalty. It was natural for the darkly colored mare to assert her place but these acts rarely meant aggression from her, had it been aggressive the mare's snort and drag of a hoof would have had Royalty charging forward and sending her away. This young mare wasn't going to challenge, she'd need a firm hand to put her in her place but Royalty had a feeling that that would be the end of it. Of course this didn't mean that Solomon knew such a thing and slight irritation bubbled up in Royalty's chest as she was told to stand back. She was used to stallions allowing her the lead at all times, nonetheless she remained where she was and quietly watched the interaction between the two. With her heat only growing stronger she'd decided it best to sit back and keep her mouth shut lest she say something out of aggravation to the other mare.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄━━ twelve y/o mare
stallion: imp . no foals . pregnant . w/ imp . mentions silvana

Imp's surprise was expected, Winnie wasn't very far at all into her heat and the chances of falling pregnant were slim but she had decided that while things weren't hectic with the claiming game was as good a time as any. Besides, her heat often agitated her and made her antsy, the sooner it was taken care of the better. More time for focusing on other things. (fade) Feeling his weight come off of her Winnie breathed a short sigh of relief. She had expected him to keep his distance initially, any smart stallion would and at the very least he was smart enough to veer around her in order to avoid her back hooves. She watched from the corners of her eyes as he came up beside her before beginning to groom her. Another sigh, this one content, left the mare as she groomed him back, lipping briefly at his forelock before nuzzling his neck. It lasted only a moment when the smell of another mare distracted her.

She nudged Imp gently before motioning towards the smell, "Come, it can't just be the two of us forever." Turning her body she began traveling towards the scent. It took some time before the smell was strong enough to ensure that it wasn't a dead scent, left lingering by a horse long gone. As she came upon the gentle rise of a low hill the mare came into view a short distance away. Despite the distance Winnie could see the mare was likely around her own age, yet taller although she seemed to carry a similar build and while Winnie's own coat was a vibrant palomino this mare had a more calm buckskin coat, her dark mane and tail contrasting the lightness of her. Remaining where she stood she turned her head now to Imp, awaiting to see what the stallion might decide.

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍━━ ten y/o mare
no stallion . no foals . heat three . no tags . no mentions

The large mare dipped her head lowly, pulling in long sips of water as she tried to recover from the long winter. The winter had been rough on the scar ridden mare and she was still attempting to recover. Of course this wasn't very noticeable, her body was naturally large and even the winter had not phased that too greatly. A horse had to get close to be able to see the outlines of her ribs against her sides. The most note worthy thing was the thinness of her spring coat which only revealed the bright white scars that littered her. They'd been earned over years, back when Anann had taken up the rare role of a lead mare in a harem and than briefly with a young stallion. As she usually was she'd been the biggest in the herd and with the mares around her being so young it had been natural for her to feel a motherly protection and step up. This didn't come without consequence and she'd been incredibly picky over their choice of stallion, the scars had accumulated from every fight and every chasing off of a no good stallion. Now Anann was quite a sight, often mistaken as an aggressive or scary stallion. She pulled her head away from the stream and with a slow, relaxed walk exited the small cover of trees and venture into the open.

[lynettetan1]

Golden Flecks of Sunset
9 Years Old~Heat stage 4~Lone mare
Mentions: None
Tagged: Khrysoar

Eve heard him before she saw him, the heavy footfalls and harsh breaths over the side of the hill. Not bothering to hide, Eve looked over curiously, seeing a large paint stallion appear over the crest of the hill, his chest heaving with the exertion. Seeing no competition, he slowed, before letting out a whinny of greeting.

Eve watched him slow approvingly. With the speed of his climb on that hill, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d run down to her and started pushing her immediately. Of course, if he’d tried she’d have run, despite being so deeply in heat. Whilst she’d be fine with any stallion, like any mare, she would greatly prefer one who had manners.

Expressionlessly watching the stallion draw closer, she didn’t give him very much to work on. She didn’t beckon him closer, but she didn’t pin her ears nor dissuade his approach. As he got closer, she could see that he was a stallion very much in his prime, and whilst he was large, he wasn’t as large as a draft might possibly be, which meant that whilst a foal would be inconvenient, it wouldn’t break her apart. After all, Eve knew she was a small mare. Looking at the confident way he carried himself, Eve finally decided he would be a good sire for a foal this year. Still, she also knew that it was spring. She had time to be a little choosy, though being this deep in her heat meant that she didn’t want to struggle especially hard.

That decided, Eve returned a welcoming nicker, lifting her tail in an open invitation. But then, as he drew ever closer, she was gone.

Turning swiftly, she was dashing into the woods as fast as she could. Right before she entered the woods, she turned, looking at the stallion and shooting him a smile. Then, with a golden flick of her tail, she ran.

Contrary Snowfall
2 Years Old~Heat stage 2~Lone mare
Mentions: None
Tagged: Xerxes

At the patience and gentle nature the stallion showed, taking extra care to not touch her, Snow felt incredibly grateful. She knew she wasn't the easiest mare to get to, with how afraid she tended to be and being newly ripped from her mother's side. The large stallion paused for a long moment, before he finally spoke, introducing himself as Exerxes. Snow bobbed her head at that, letting out a friendly nicker and gently nudging her nose to his, before blushing. "It's nice to meet you too, you're very kind." With that, Snow looked down, blushing quietly.

Unsure what to do next, Snow gently nudged the stallion's cheek, familiarising herself with his scent. As big and strong as he was, he seemed to not have a herd, which confused the mare a little. "Do you have a herd?"

Northern Cavalry (Waiting for Solomon and Royalty)
4 Years Old~Heat stage 2~Lone mare
Mentions: None
Tagged: Royalty, Solomon

The dark mare stood unfazed by Valeria's showy displays, only softening when the younger mare shied to the side to let out another welcoming nicker. Valeria whinnied back, but pranced a little on the spot, her need for company warring with her need to be unrestrained at all times. Unsure, her ears flicked back and forth, before she let out another whinny, prancing along the imaginary line Royalty had set.

In the end it was the stallion that broke the impasse, moving forward. As he stepped in front of the darker mare, Valeria thought she saw the darker mare's ears twitch, possibly out of irritation, but she stayed. Now curious, Valeria focused on the stallion as he spoke, noting how he introduced the both of them and bobbing her head in response. A herd, then. Though their interactions between each other didn't speak of habit, it was clear there was affection held between the two of them, so maybe they were newly formed. "I'm Northern Cavalry, but Valeria is fine."

Valeria contemplated throwing a little snark at the stallion-she greatly doubted that the two of them were 'delighted', not many were all that happy to meet a troublemaker like her- but instead regarded him carefully. Now more than a little interested, her curiosity broke the tie and she moved closer, lowering her head as she approached in a grudging show of respect. There was more than enough time to test boundaries later, even if Royalty seemed pretty set. Coming closer, she slowed, before stretching her neck and reaching out, offering to exchange scents.

Twilight Equinox
14 Years Old~Bachelor
Mentions: None
Tagged: Farrah, Ramona, Nef, Trigger, Imogene

At his kick, the paint stallion reacted with trying to plant his hooves squarely into Nox's side. Dancing to the side but unable to quite get fully out the way, the paint stallion's grazed his side painfully, making Nox let out an angered snort. Then, the stallion seemed to pause, before aiming a final kick that this time, Nox saw coming. Lithely dancing out the way, Nox studied his opponent quietly. Whilst the other stallion was younger, he was also more muscular than Nox, having a sturdier, built frame where Nox was lean and precise. It was clear that the other was one versed with plunging ahead in battle, and Nox prepared himself for what could be a long fight ahead.

However, the paint stallion turned, nudging his mare away, and that was that. With a snort, Nox moved toward his herd quickly at a trot, seeing as the paint stallion hadn't quite noticed yet. When they were safe, he would ask them why they'd exposed themselves for, right now, timing was of the essence.

But then, his luck had run out. Suddenly, he heard hooves galloping behind him, and he knew that the paint had seen his mares. Pivoting on the spot, Nox pinned his ears, stepping right in Trigger's way. However, this didn't seem to dissuade the paint, and as Trigger barrelled ahead, calling his bluff, Nox stepped out the way, not really wanting to collide. With the other stallion's stockiness, he would be on the losing end of that. Still, he could move faster.

Deftly stepping out the way right when Trigger was about to collide into him, Nox bit at Trigger's withers, trying to use his size to slow the other. This way, Trigger would have to struggle against his size, and with him so close, any kicks the paint stallion wanted to give him would hit, but wouldn't hurt as much as the leg would be unable to fully extent.

As he did so, he looked to the others. If they were smart, they'd have gone back into the foliage, where he could dodge use his agility to his advantage whilst the paint's larger frame would harder to maneuver. The pregnant mare was there-surprisingly with her bulk she had not fallen behind-, doing exactly that, and he saw Farrah disappear into the trees. However, as he looked around, he very quickly realised that a certain chestnut mare was not moving.

Nox frowned, before letting go of Trigger to let out a loud bellow for her to flee. Pinning his ears, Nox dropped his head, trying to bite at Trigger's knee to force the other stallion into a kneel. He bit something, but he wasn't sure if it was effective. Nox was a stallion that used his agility and the environment, so challenging the stallion outright wasn't very smart. Still, he wanted to buy Ramona time.

Ramona bucked at the stallion but then Nox watched in shock as she then moved where Trigger went instead of turning toward the trees. Surprised with what she'd did with the opening he gave her, Nox paused a little, snorting heavily.

Now with his Farrah and Ramona being in two different places, if he chose to race after Ramona he'd leave Farrah and that mare and her foal at risk-whilst the mare was faster than she seemed to be, being so heavily pregnant he doubted that she had gone far- but to protect Farrah and the other mare would leave Ramona open.

Watching Ramona literally saunter to the paint stallion's herd, Nox let out a snort, meeting her eyes. When he did, she pinned her ears, pawing at the ground defiantly. Well, she had clearly made her choice. Pinning his own ears in return and nodding to her so she knew he'd gotten the message, Nox had a pretty good idea of whose idea it had been to step out. Still, he knew his actions had been less than ideal, so with a snort, he took a step back and kicked at Trigger's nose, knowing that with how he'd landed a hit before, another hit would make the stallion hurt for quite a few days, and if Trigger dodged, that would open up more space. With that done, he dashed into the trees, before pivoting and looking at Trigger. Hopefully Trigger would take his win and go, but if Trigger tried to fight Nox in the forest, he would find Nox ready to meet him.

[w0ah]

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stallion | ten y/o | bachelor | clearing | royalty & valeria
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iindentsolomon, pleased to see interest within the mare, smiled in response to her words. “valeria——“ he repeated. “lovely name.” the stallion kept his response short, yet cordial in all respects. though he knew that his conversation with royalty had been much more... relaxed, more informal and pleasing in the sense. having that this mare had stepped in at quite a sudden timing, solomon’s worries laid elsewhere, specifically on the older mare who stood in waiting. her teasing had done him over, that was clear, and yet the stallion felt he wasn’t done with courting her just yet——a bit more teasing here and there, joking and laughter among each other, and then he would feel complete.

iindentthough, a stallion’s doings were always to come first, most important——and though he wished to spend more time with royalty, the opportunity of bringing another mare into their growing herd was one not a soul could pass-up. stretching out his neck, though ensuring to keep a comfortable space between the two, solomon flared his nostrils and took in the mare’s scent. she was deep into her heat, that much was for sure——it flooded his nostrils like a tidal-wave and caused his hormones to run on overdrive... though it also made him worry. having two mares in close vicinity, in heat, filling the air with their scent was a dangerous tendency, and would need to be taken care of as soon as possible in order to deter the possibility of rivals on the wind. a mare’s scent, especially one deep in her cycle, could be tracked from miles away by a single stallion——and knowing the landscape around them, solomon could imagine the dozens of stallions just around the bend, waiting for their chance to claim lone mares or snake those from among a herd. with two mares in his handles now, at least not officially, and having their scents wafting through the air was just like shining a beacon and waving a flashing sign——like sitting ducks. "please forgive me, miss." murmured the marwari, as he suddenly straightened himself, drawing his nose from the mare, and began to close the space between them. then, in a few swift movements, solomon lowered his head and flattened his ears, against the sides of his head, then spun around the mare’s backside and attempted to direct her onward toward royalty’s current position, nipping slightly at her hind legs. the stallion had made his intentions clear——though whether or not this mare, valeria, would do as he demanded was simply up to her.

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mare | five y/o | lone mare | clearing | trigger & ramona
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iindenta sudden squeal erupted from the mare as a rival stallion came bursting through the clearing, shoving himself between the pregnant mare and trigger——whom, although not officially as of yet, was her stallion. snorting in confusion, imogene was now standing erect in full attention, daringly taking a few steps closer as to observe the current situation. there were some words exchanged between the two, though the mare was too far from them as to understand what was said. though desperately wanting to tumble through and deliver a few kicks and nips of her own, imogene knew to keep her nose out of the stallions’ buildings—this was no matter for her, as of right now.

iindentwith her tail whisking furiously against her flank, the mare nickered gently in concern to the stallion, as he turned, delivering one final kick to the rival’s chest, then came trotting toward her. as he neared, the mare has opened her mouth to say something, though was immediately silenced as trigger nudged her onward, his touch gentle yet affirmative. imogene snorted in response to his sudden demand, though followed obediently, aware of the inclination almost immediately. merely a few moments later, having trotted a few yards from the rival, the stallion murmured a quick few words and then, just like that, was off in an opposite direction. imogene huffed in confusion, though after hearing his command decided to stay put. as she whirled herself around and looked into the distance, the mare watched as trigger came barreling toward a pair of horses, most probably mares, and began his attempt to snake them. intrigued, imogene guessed that the these mares were apart of the rival stallion’s herd, whom currently stood with the pregnant mare, off in the distance, and probably having just realized their currently situation. what trigger was attempting was a risky, dangerous business——but no matter what happened, the mare hoped only the best, and prayed that she would be clear of all of this trouble. though imogene was sure, especially with her stallion’s current motive, that she would find herself in a matter to be unexpected

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mare | eight y/o | lone mare | clearing | ariah & others─
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iindenther eyes trailing away from the pair as they stood to the side, chatting among one another, meredith turned her head to face the older mare, a strawberry roan with a dark mane and tail, as she stood idly on her lonesome. though likely after realizing the stallion, presumably named maelstrom as she had overheard, was going to be occupied with the youngster for some time, she decidedly stepped forward and stretched her nose toward her. relaxing slightly, just as to seem polite in the sense, meredith extended her nose toward the mare to meet her own and took in her scent, nostrils flaring in response——this mare wasn’t in heat, as far as she could tell, though she smelled pleasant, radiating confidence and warmth. still, though, meredith didn’t know quite what to think of the situation she had found herself in, nor the horses surrounding her whom she still found to be strangers. “meredith,” the mare responded to her words, dipping her head in a polite nod. “pleasant to meet you.” the bay felt a smile tug at her lips, a feeling she’d long lacked bubbling within, as she let out a nicker in thanks. “why thank you, ariah.” she replied. glancing toward the fellow mare, whose name she did not know, and maelstrom, she watched as they trotted off into the distance and hid themselves among the trees and foliage, suddenly disappearing as fast as they had appeared. letting out a huff, the mare returned her gaze and continued on, looking to bide the time with some chatter. “have you been with him long, may i ask?”

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mare | thirteen y/o | lone mare | meadow | maui─────
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iindenta sound erupted through the silence, suddenly breaking the calm of day——what was it, splashing? like water crashing against boulders in a river, though not as ferocious as a roaring waterfall, or the pounding of the sea against a cliff face. this sound was definitely being made by some creature, whether horse or not, and it was beginning to become concerning, even a bit annoying——what the hell were they even doing, making all that unnecessary noise! letting out an annoyed snort, windigo lifted her head from the swaying grasses and blew out a huff, scouring the landscape for the source of this splashing. though nothing could be found, not a stream nor river in sight! through with the whole ordeal, the mare cocked her head back and bellowed out a mighty cry, frustration and annoyance evident in her tone. maybe the noise would spook whatever creature was splashing through the water like that, windigo hoped, and keep them from disrupting a peaceful grazing in the meadow.

[dilly]

♣ h a w k

[ stallion ] [ 13 ] [ bachelor ] [tags: chai & lacey]

It was such a beautiful name! Hawk felt his mind sweep clean with the satisfaction of finally knowing this simple fact; and even as he enjoyed it, he knew it was silly. Every time, and every mare, felt like a completely new experience. The riddling, the pleasant exchanges, and even the rejections, as he had known his fair share. But this mare hadn’t retreated from him, and he lifted his head proudly once he had her name, and once he was invited to share his own. “I’m Hawk, and you’ve made me a happy horse, Chai,” he replied, another nicker escaping him as he realized that she was indeed going to exchange breath with him. Whuffing the scent happily, he was perfectly content to stand and bask before he felt her lips on his neck. Renewed excitement thrummed through his veins, and he took a careful step forward, making a very focused effort to remain relaxed, and stole a nibble at the base of her mane before she returned to the grass.

And for as satisfied as he felt with the situation, Hawk was no fool and was not going to miss a two-for-one opportunity. Lifting his head and flicking his ears towards the mare who had not yet made a move to intervene, he took a moment to weigh his options. Approach her and hope to seal his success with two, or remain where he was and hope he could hold onto one? The answer was obvious, of course. Taking a slow couple of steps towards her, he kept his ears forward and friendly, eyes watchful for a flicking tail or pinned ears. And, stallion that he was, he found it within himself to wax a bit more poetry. “How much happier I would be, though, to know the names of both beautiful mares before me.”

♢ k i p

[ mare ] [ 7 ] [ no stallion ] [heat : 3] [tags: joker & asanti]

And so she hadn’t been wrong – there were two horses approaching her. A mare, who seemed to be holding back, and a stallion, and he was the one who captured her interest completely as he trotted closer. A stunning trot, with his legs held so high, and Kip found herself letting forth another cheerful whinny. Watching the light catch on his silver mane, and the way his muscles moved beneath that shining coat, she offered a fascinated nicker, for a moment not even realizing how close he really was. And then his nose was reaching for her tail, and her nicker broke into a high-pitched squeal. Hiking up her back leg, she dropped her head and pinned her ears, but then, as always seemed to be the case when her heat was strong, she ducked her rump in to brush against his chest.

Ears forward again, and eyes bright with a wild mix of excitement, anticipation and fear, she skittered a few steps away and turned to look at him. No matter the number of times she had experienced it now, her heat always seemed to be a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. The presence of a stallion lifted her spirits, while the awareness of another mare nearby was bound to escalate her own mare-ish tendencies. Blended in with this was the old, familiar fear that she would somehow, after all, still end up alone; all of this was now contrasted against her sudden hope that the horses before her would allow her to stay. She could feel her heart flittering away in her chest again, and she kept her tail lifted as she studied the stallion.

“I forgive yours if you forgive mine,” she suggested sheepishly, although it was heartening to see that she wasn’t the only nervous one. Taking a tentative step forward, she glanced towards the nearby mare before letting her focus rest fully on the handsome stallion. “I’m quite happy to see you, I was alone for so long,” she began to explain, the fear still fresh in her voice.

◬ g e o d e

[ stallion ] [ 17 ] [ bachelor ] [tags: citadel & annie]

It was a pleasant little paradise, Geode knew – a part of him wanted to keep it hidden. But it was here that he had met his lovely grey friend, and it seemed another kind soul had materialized – was still materializing, in his grainy field of vision – so maybe it was best to share it. There was an abundance of food, cool water, and now, friendly company. The old stallion blew out an easy breath, ears swiveling softly between the mare in front of him and the mare behind him. What a lovely, warm feeling to have back! He had been alone for a good while, so it was really beyond words how content he now felt. Cocking a foot, he kept himself still so as to be out of the way if the two mares wanted to approach one another.

“I’m Geode, and it’s a fine thing to meet you today, Annie,” he rumbled happily. The mare’s scent, and particularly the scent of her heat, gradually found his nose, and together with the heat-scent of the grey mare, he was more surrounded by that old opportunity than he had been in a long time. He would, of course, leave that matter to the mares, if such thoughts had even crossed their minds. He wasn’t immune to the little flickering flame, though; perhaps the time for progeny was not over, as he had begun to suspect. Leave it to a young stud to dash those thoughts, he knew, but for now, the mares were with him, and under his watch, as far as he was concerned, unless they declined. Flaring his nostrils gently, he eventually lowered his head back down to the green haze of grass, allowing the mares to come to know each other as they pleased, twitching his dark mane when insects touched down.