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

[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘕𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘛𝘐 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 12 yrs old iii. Quarter Horse heat. pregnant foals. several stallion. none mood. cautious, guarded
━━ mentions. -- tags. Trigger, Imogene

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The tall brambles and bushes to either side of the black mare brushed against her swollen stomach as she walked, weaving her way around trees and out of the dense forest. Her frame was thin and gaunt, only muscle now rippling through her body and her stomach hanging low from her frame. It was obvious just from one look at the quarter horse that she was heavily pregnant and a victim of the harsh winter. Winter had not been kind to her nor her herd, she recalled the memories both fondly and bitterly. The stallion she had been with for going on 6 years had several other mares besides herself alongside him as they took to the mountains to ride out the winter in. The lead mare at the time was senile, refusing to heed the advice of the other mares and even Nox himself- instead she forced the herd deeper into the mountains and deeper into cougar territory. A blizzard hit one night and against her own better judgement Nefertiti had strayed away to seek out some foliage to try and browse from- only come morning the snow had covered her tracks and her scent. She was unable to find her way back to the herd despite her desperate calls and weeks spent searching. On her own Nefertiti faced many challenges, having lived through a cougar attack in the early winter after she was separated she recalled the fight. Growls, snorts, and sounds one couldn't imagine. It took one lucky kick and she was free, but not without a memory. Several long and angry scars ran the length of her chest- a reminder that she got away but just barely. Now though the mare was heavily pregnant, half starved, and returning home where she could only hope to find the rest of her herd intact and welcoming to her.

With that in mind she pushed onwards, only pausing to rip a branch from one of the bushes to eat on her way towards the nutrient dense meadows that laid in wait for her. She huffed as she walked, ears perked with curiosity at the many signs of life that filled her ears. The trickling of a melted stream behind her, the brushing of leaves against her pelt, and her own breath. It was comforting in a sense but horses, no matter who they were, couldn't stand to be alone for long and that was a feeling she felt now. Loneliness. Just breaking the tree line her pelt was showered with sunlight and she let out a delighted whinny, picking up her pace into a frenzied trot, she shook her head with a snort before slowing and lowering herself into the soft grasses for one good roll. The grass had been protected from the heat in the shadows and thus was still dewy from the night, as she rolled it cleaned her pelt- stripping it of the last bits of her winter coat and removing general debris from it. With a heave she got to her feet, giving a thorough shake and trotted onwards, her curiosity piqued as the scent of a stallion and mare filled her nostrils. She couldn't remember what Nox smelled like, nor what the mares in her own herd smelled like. With that in mind she turned towards the scent, following it and soon enough she was atop a small hill, looking at the two shadowed figures. She let out a shrill whinny to call out to them, her head raised and ears perked atop her head.

Nefertiti approached cautiously, she knew a stallion who wasn't Nox could be aggressive towards her- she wasn't carrying his foal and every experienced stallion knew that if she lost the foal she'd go into heat. That was something she wanted to avoid, Nefertiti had loved Equinox with her whole heart and the last thing she wanted to do was lose his foal- even if he weren't by her side. Though she had better chances of survival with a stallion by her side, it just depended on how the stallion behaved. She would have to find that out on her own, so instead she took a few steps towards the duo cautiously, letting out a friendly nicker every few steps.

[TwistedMadz]

Biscuit
Mare - Foals: Everest & Rebel - Tags: Phoenix, Noelle

The mares ears stood straight as she bent her neck to gently nuzzle Everest, Rebel, wanting attention stormed up to his mother, letting out a rather loud neigh. Biscuit stomped her hoof at him, glaring before she lifted her head to the stallion again, not noticing the other mare. "Thank you, Mr. Pheonix, sir." She looked into his eyes, unsure "Would it be ok if we joined you, sir?" She'd step back slightly.

[unnamed]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘━━ twelve y/o stallion
mares: piper . no foals . w/ piper, sparrow & pergerine . no mentions

Now with one mare by his side Whiskey was feeling much more comfortable, sure he was used to herd of at least six or seven mares (age brought with it abundance) but for now he was fine with one. It was a start and soon enough he'd have more to call his own. The temporary calmness lasted only a moment before the smell of Piper's heat reached him once again and the reminder of why herds were so important popped up in his mind. Snorting softly he nudged her gently, ensuring he wouldn't receive a brisk kick to face despite the fact that she'd initiated it. (quick lil fade) Whiskey stepped back, allowing Piper to decide whether she'd like space or not. He had known some mares who would sooner quick him afterwards while some still enjoyed affection. Regardless he always stepped back to give them a chance to decide for themselves. He contented himself with grazing for several moments before the eventual smell of another mare as well as her foal distracted him. Looking in the general direction of where the smell came from he nosed Piper's cheek gently as not to startle her, "Are you ready to keep moving?" It was followed a moment later be a reassurance (whether necessary or not) that her company was still appreciated, "Perhaps it won't just be the two of us for much longer as content as I am with our situation." He waited a moment for her to gather herself before moving along, his steps sure and purposeful in his newest search. It seemed as though this spring would surely be bountiful. Only a few minutes passed before the mare came into view as well as the small foal close by her. Immediately Whiskey slowed down knowing fully well that the mare would likely be very protective of her youngster. Especially when it came to a stallion. He allowed himself to fall a step or two behind Piper in the hopes that the another mare being in the front would allow this new one a bit more comfort. He whinnied loudly, hoping to catch the mare's attention before waiting to see her initial reaction.

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

With an intense gaze she watched him inch closer slowly before he drew in a deep breath to capture her scent. The giddiness had begun to dissipate and Royalty's natural seeming indifference was beginning to replace it. She drew in a short breath, his natural scent replacing that of the smell of grass and trees around her. With him now closer she took in the smaller details, how his ears curved inwards, the shine in his coat, the muscle he displayed, and that she rose just a hair taller than he did. As close as he was she was able to see that he was quite the stallion and he wasn't one that acted like some foolish little colt either. His age had brought him plenty of experience she guessed. Her posture passed off as indifference but the mare's steady fixation of her gaze and the glint in her eyes showed the opposite - she was, for the moment, interested.
Royalty found herself quite amused by the stallion's words, his attempts at wooing clearly more practiced on younger mares who fell for handsome bachelors like flies. Nonetheless his words were eloquent and the deep rumble of his voice was rather soothing. She huffed softly, a half attempted laugh as she lazily began walking past him, "Oh my dear, those words can be saved for the young mares who don't know any better. As she passed him her side brushed lightly against his, tail swaying back and forth gently which only served to spread the smell of her heat. In her aging years she was well aware she was less likely to draw attention from the right stallions, you learned to play the flirting game to keep the attention long enough to benefit you or you died otherwise, "But you can call me Royalty. And who are you?"

Royalty had only gone a few steps when the call of another horse had her attention moving away from the stallion at her side. Glancing about her eyes finally focused on a young mare not too far off. Though she whickered back lowly to her, inviting the young mare closer, her body language did shift. What was once slightly relaxed now shifted to assert the mare's dominance. A herd might not exist quite yet but she sure as hell wasn't going to let this mare think she was anything but a proper lead mare.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄━━ twelve y/o mare
no stallion . no foals . heat two . w/ imp . no mentions

She sighted gently with content as Imp brushed his whiskers against her cheek and gently she leaned into it. She was aware that many horses tended to be keep a respectable distance but Winnie had never been the type, she enjoyed both giving and receiving affection and even the gentle brush had the mare giddy. Though she was aware that he was likely interested in gaining more mares she was also fully aware of her heat and that soon enough it would become a nagging sensation. It was the only time she ever considered herself possessive in regards to the fact that she wanted it taken care of and didn't desire a stallion's attention anywhere else. Imp's desire and Winnie's own bodily functions were bound to conflict with each other, that much she was sure. Rather then wait for the inevitable as Imp began moving away she bumped against him slightly, her tail brushing side to side against her back legs to alert him more to the scent. "Other mares will come soon enough my dear," she cooed gently as her side and rump brushed against his front legs as she stepped forward.

𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀━━ four y/o mare
no stallion . no foals . heat two . w/ loretta . no mentions

Luna had been busying herself grazing, scarcely chewing the crisp grass as she worked to regain some of her lost weight from the winter. With so much of their food source frozen over she'd had eaten rarely and now she was looking to get her fill once again. So lost in her consumption was the young mare that the thought of other horses hadn't even crossed her mind, not the protection of a stallion or even the company of another mare. In fact it wasn't until she heard the calling of another horse that her head raised up and her eyes landed on the other mare. It was then that Luna realized just how happy she was to see another horse and without meaning to the mare rushed forward a bit abruptly before calling back, "Hello! Don't be scared! I won't hurt you! I'm Luna, who are you?"

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
mare
heat two
five years
stallion: --
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

Head up, and ears alert, Estrella watched the stallion come closer quickly. She took a small step back, unsure of this situation. As she was young, she hadn't had many interactions. While the mare wasn't far enough into her heat that she'd let her urge to join a herd control her, Estrella had decided on playing nice. Allowing the stallion to nip her forward, Estrella pinned her ears the slightest bit to show her displease at him simply running up and nipping her. She walked slowly towards his other mares. She stopped a few paces off. Estrella expected some respect and diplomacy. She was not a trophy for him to snatch, he had to earn it, with manners. The pinto mare waited, tail swishing.

[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘞 & 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 11 yrs old iii. APH heat. stage 1 foals. peregrine stallion. none mood. aggressive, anxious
━━ i. filly ii. 26 hrs old iii. APH dam. Sparrow sire. unknown herd. none mood. curious
━━ mentions. -- tags. whiskey & piper

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Sparrow's bottom lip had since been tinted a light purple, gorging herself on the sweet berries her lips wobbled against another plump cluster of them, Peregrine was still suckling and the mare let her, she had witness mares push off their foals when they felt they had their fill and that simply wasn't something Sparrow was willing to do. It was probably the reason Peregrine was so plump, but she felt it was wrong to push away your foal. They only depended on you for so long, she wanted to cherish that. She turned away from the barren bush now, her ears flicking lazily as she peered around, the scent of the stallion and mare she scented just moments prior having left her mind. Sparrow was barely into the start of her foal heat, her scent would still be alluring and sweet though- if he was an experienced stallion. However if he had a mare farther into her heat it would likely be of little thought to him, which she was relying on. With her woes eased she curled her head to the side, rasping her tongue over Peregrine's rump attentively. Soft whuffs of affection could be heard from the mare as she preened her filly. Peregrine on the other hand continued to suckle greedily, grunts and snorts coming from the petite and still wobbly foal, being barely than a day old she was able to go through most of her gaits but that didn't mean she was a master at it. Soon enough though the foal came away from her mother, her belly full and her hunger sated. Now she gave a little crow hop, tossing her head to and fro, Sparrow mimicked her action, amusement filling her chocolatey gaze.

Though as soon as the tender moment came it went, the scent of the stallion and mare were almost overwhelming as they flooded her nose and Sparrow pulled her head up and away from her foal, her ears perked so far forward they looked as if they were about to come clean off her head. She gave a deep bellow, it rumbled from her chest- it was clear as day a warning to stay away. She circled Peregrine tightly, forcing the filly under her as she stood, the duo's frames just coming into view she snorted, striking one of her hooves out into the dirt. Unlike some horses who were thin and lean from the harsh winter Sparrow was plump, she came away from this winter like a bandit. It was clear the mare hadn't struggled through the winter, her belly rounded healthily and muscle rippled under her tobiano pelt, the hairless scars on her gaskins and inner flank only adding to her aura. The mare infront of him looked akin to herself, a coat painted in white and she couldn't smell any foals other than her own. She gaze shifted now to the stallion, he was tall and the way he stayed behind the mare meant he was smart. Smart enough to know that coming forward with a mare would be a smarter play than coming alone or even walking infront of her. Still though her ears pinned as they continued to saunter forward, "You're close enough." It was another warning in reply to his whinny. Her attention broke from the pair as Peregrine shoved her head between her front legs, returning the stallion's whinny with one of her own, curiosity over came the filly and she wriggled herself out from under Sparrow, the legs wobbled a bit before they steadied and she stretched her head forward, her soft velveteen lips that were still wet from her previous meal wobbling in the air. It was only when her filly went to take a step towards the mare and stallion that Sparrow intervened, bouncing forward with a snort and shake of her head, herding her filly back and behind her with a gentle nip to Peregrine's rump. It was a gentle punishment, a rare one too and the filly stuck to the mares side as she turned to face Whiskey and Piper again, her ears slowly but surely coming away from the sides of her skull.

"Who are you?" She queried, less aggressive and more curious than it was before but that didn't mean she was comfortable yet, she wasn't going to take chances.

[tawneypelt0504]

Loretta|lone mare|Quarter x Arabian|8 years old|Heat:stage 2|Stallion: none|Foals: none|tags/mentions: Luna
Loretta was a bit startled when the other mare came forward and moved back a few steps but she realized that it was out of excitement rather than aggression and she moved forward again once more. She was glad to have found another horse she had gotten separated from her herd a little while ago and she felt lonely she also knew she would be safer as well. "Oh hello I'm Loretta"she nickered softly "It's a pleasure to meet you" she nickered giving her head a bit of a nod Luna seemed friendly and Loretta figured that she would be a good companion.

[Blumenkranz]

Galaxy//Yearling//Bachelor//Tags: None
Galaxy cantered up the slope, the sun beating down on his black and white coat. When he reached the top of the hill he came to a gradual halt, and looked to valley beyond. He was very young and vulnerable, and he was aware of that. It wasn't his choice to be alone. A rival stallion defeated his father, and kicked Galaxy out of the band. Forced out of his herd and not knowing where his father disappeared too, Galaxy was left all alone. He let out a sigh as he gazed out at the valley, the breeze ruffling his dark mane and tail. It was quiet here, peaceful. But Galaxy couldn't stay here. He needed to find others like him, or else he wouldn't last very long. He could make out the shapes of other horses in the valley below. He began his descent into the valley, hoping that someone was willing to take him in.

Griffon/12 years//Bachelor//Tags: Artemis
Griffon cantered through the meadow, his mane and tail streaming behind him. He had spent the morning grazing alone, and was heading towards a nearby stream in order to quench his thirst. He pricked his ears at the sound of water gurgling nearby. Slowing to a trot, he approached the stream and lowered his head to drink. The cool water felt soothing to his dry throat. Once he had had his fill, he lifted his head to look around. He was a bachelor, and while being alone had its perks, it had its downsides too. Horses were social animals, and disliked solitude. He lost his herd last year, and was hoping to start a new one this spring. As he looked around, he caught sight of an appaloosa mare not far from the stream. He wasn't sure how he didn't spot her right away, but he certainly noticed her now. She was all alone, perhaps this was his chance. He approached her at a steady trot, whinnying in hopes of catching her attention.

Electra//14 years//Lone Mare//Tags: None
Electra waded into the water hole, stopping once the water reached her chest. She relished the feeling of the cool liquid against her speckled coat. She liked to swim and play in the water, it was entertaining, and helped keep the pesky flies away. She lowered her head a bit, taking a few quick sips before raising her head taking a few steps closer to shore. Using her front leg, she began to paw at the water, causing it to splash everywhere. Though she looked carefree, she was keeping an eye on her surroundings as she played, looking out for anything strange.

Icara//7 years//Lone Mare//Tags: Trigger
(Will send her Trigger's way soon c:)

Morgana//4 years//Lone Mare//Tags: None
Morgana's tail flicked lazily as she grazed, her ears laid back in content. It was quiet save for the distant chirping of birds, and the sun's warm rays felt pleasant against her back. This was the first time that she has ever been alone. She has been in a herd her entire life, but was recently separated. It was nice to be alone. There was no one to pester her or boss her around, and she was free to do what she wished. She knew this couldn't last forever though, she would have to find a herd eventually. She's seen a few herds here and there, but none caught her eye. She shook out her coat, tossing her mane before turning and heading for the trees at a slow walk. It was spring, and with mares foaling and going into heat, stallions were looking to expand her herds. She'd find a herd eventually, but she was in no hurry yet.

[lynettetan1]

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

As Eve travelled through the plains, the smell of winter fleeing was rich in the air. Her hooves lightly graced the ground, uncovering rich brown that matched her own pelt. Her flaxen tail and mane stood out richly amongst her body, and she walked elegantly, almost like a wraith. With the perfume of a heat entering the fourth stage, the horse's Arabian features stood out greatly, a chiseled face, lean muscles, a pronounced barrel. And yet, she was sturdier too, larger, with the blood of the brumby. Her eyes held the memory of some other time, some other place whilst she actively scouted for available stallions, a dream and a reality all at once. It hadn't been too long since she lost her colt, and she still felt slightly burdened by the loss, putting a slight drag in her tail when she swept it about her, a silent calling card. She did not call out. She never did. She disliked commotion, and those who would want to come simply would. She was quite near other horses, she could smell and hear them, after all. The more observant ones would pick up her scent and take it. If not, their loss. Lowering her head to graze, her ears poised so straight they looked as if they might break, staying painfully alert, Eve grazed.

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

Not quite sure what to do, Snow grazed, just trying to eat as much as she could for now. She kept her eye out for any stallion that looked especially scary, trying her best not to get catch their attention whilst trying not to earn anyone's ire. When she came too close to an elder mare, making the elder lift her hoof in warning, Snow jumped back nervously, clacking her teeth in supplication.

As she did, Snow noticed a smaller body, black with white spots, traveling just as nervously. A yearling colt, from the looks of it, and all alone. Curious, Snow let out a quiet whinny of greeting, moving closer. Perhaps if they were both alone, they could band up for the time being. "Are you alone too?"

Northern Cavalry
4 Years Old~Heat stage 2~Lone mare
Mentions: None
Tagged: Royalty, Solomon

Moving closer, Valeria heard a response of welcome and grinned, watching as the call and scents materialised into two other horses that looked as if they were speaking to each other. It was a mare and a stallion, both dark in colour. The mare was taller than her, as was the stallion, his ears arcing toward each other like flowers reaching for the sun.

Interested as she was by the stallion's ears, Valeria didn't notice the mare's body language till she got closer, but when she did, she slowed, unsure. The other mare wasn't aggressive, but what she said was clear. If you come closer, you listen to me.

Now, Valeria knew she was young and the other mare was taller and much, much older. Valeria was bold and foolhardy, but she usually had no intention to start fights whenever and wherever. However, with all the energy getting to her head and the urge to jump and kick, she wasn't who she was usually. Something had been boiling up inside her with the warming weather, and in Royalty's act, it reared up like a snake, ready to bite.

Shaking her head and letting out a heavy snort, Valeria dragged her front hoof across the dirt, gouging a large mark in the ground. She curled her neck in, showing off her bulk and her large size, before shying to the side once more, snorting heavily. I just want to play, her actions said indignantly, but if you want a fight, you can come and get one.

Twilight Equinox (I wrote that Farrah and Ramona almost crashed into him because they were running already, but if this is not okay, please do tell me and I'll change it ) )
14 Years Old~Bachelor
Mentions: None
Tagged: Farrah, Ramona

Nothing. No matter how hard his ears strained, he did not hear a reply. With a snort of a sigh, Nox lowered his head, starting to graze. If there was no present company, the least he could do was try to regain some of the weight he'd lost. It'd been a harsh winter. There was more than enough time to start a band. Where younger stallions would search for mares avidly right at the dawn of spring, Nox was sure of his strength. At his age and stature, as long as he managed to keep himself healthy and ready for a fight, he could simply challenge other stallions for a herd. And even if that failed, finding a bachelor band to hone his skills for a year wouldn't be too hard on his ego. But to survive for another year, for that next chance, to experience the sunrise of a new day, Nox had to live.

It was a while of grazing and trying to convince himself that he could still operate with a pit of loneliness in his chest before he felt the slightest of tremours in the ground. Perking his ears curiously, Nox raised his head, the dappled stallion turning to see if he could try to catch a sound to locate where this was coming from.

As the tremours grew louder, it became abundantly clear that they were hoofbeats, and his ears swivelled left, catching the sound bodies crashing through foliage. Were some horses racing from predators? Raising his head, Nox let out a loud neigh into the air to alert the horses of his proximity. Perhaps he could assist them. He could do with some company, himself.

He wasn't sure whether they heard him or not, perhaps they were preoccupied. At a speed too fast for any sort of recognition, a brown paint crashed into the clearing, a lithe chestnut right on her heels. A little shocked by this sight, Nox let out a neigh of warning, but the paint didn't seem to notice, the both of them barrelling right toward him. Startling, Nox reared out the way, leaping into the air and transitioning into an agile leap to the side to avoid colliding into the two. As erroneous as the trip into the mountains had been, he now thanked it for making him fleet and sure footed enough to pull that kind of thing off. It seemed at least, that his suffering had not been completely in vain.

Landing further away from the two, Nox looked at the two, then behind them, trying to ascertain if the threat came from behind them if the chestnut had been snaking the other (which he would say was improbable, but he'd seen odder things in his years). However, their body language showed that that wasn't the case. In any normal situation, he'd try to greet them and gather information, but Nox wouldn't really call this a normal situation. Deciding that time was of the essence, Nox spoke urgently, angling his body so he didn't move closer to the mares (he didn't want to spook them more if they were already scared), but his bulk would provide some protection if a beast jumped out after them. "Are you two being pursued?"

[eventer]

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗
14 y/o . stallion . l/m: . mares: biscuit + twins . no foals . tags: noelle


phoenix stood watching the mare before him, only to be startled by the sound of hooves, shuffling his feet slightly he half spun around to look at the source and watched as a stunning grey mare came dancing down the hill. she stopped not to far from them, and in sheer excitement, already basically in love he took a step towards her. he noted the bad move when he picked up on her nerves and watched as she took a steps back, he flicked an ear a moment thinking before the large mare beside him pulled him from his thoughts, her rough voice speaking very formally, a bit too formal for his taste made him raise his brow at her slightly, 'sir' ? he'd never been called that before, what did it even mean. perhaps she was one of those mares who was born by a horse born by a horse raised by humans and taught to be formal, god knows.

there it was again, 'sir' he looked at her slightly confused before flicking his tail softly and speaking to her, "yes of course miss, that would be lovely." he said gently, stretching his nose to in proper greeting, touching her muzzle gently before pulling away and looking back to the grey, clearly intrigued. with a soft nicker in hopes to reassure he slowly made his way towards her, making sure his body language remained low pressure to avoid making her run. he stopped with what he thought was a respectable distance from a nervous young mare, and stood calmly, cocking a hind leg and offering a smile as he spoke, "hello miss, my name is phoenix, this is biscuit and her foals.. who might you be?" he asked as he watched her, there was something about her, he didn't know what, but she was stunning and he felt drawn to her.

𝐈𝐌𝐏
16 y/o . stallion . l/m: . mares: winnie . no foals . tags: herd, open


imp's ears twitched towards winnie as her body language suddenly changed, as she seemed to get him to stop, he halted and eyed her carefully unaware of what she was doing really. when it became obvious, he was a bit taken back, over the sixteen years of his life, he'd only ever had two mares let him breed them so early. he flicked his ears at her curiously flaring his nostrils at her as she swayed her tail against him, ears flicking back at the distraction before forwards quickly as she ended up in front of him, her hind quarters squarely placed, he listened to her voice as she spoke and eyed her curiously, brushing his nose against her dock taking in the scent, it was weak, but it was there, it was less of a chance she'd fall pregnant than if she were deeper in heat but still, he'd breed her multiple times (obvs not rp'd) over the whole day, which hopefully would insure a pregnancy. never the less, he wasted no time. his tail wrung in a circle as he ran his muzzle against her spine before quickly lifting his forelegs.
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the stallion landed onto all fours with a grunt, and flared his nostrils a moment before looking at winnie a moment, before walking forwards around her - in case she'd kick - towards her shoulder, gently bumping his maw against her affectionately before he gently nibbled starting a mutual grooming session, then again... she could suddenly turn on him and tell him to leave her alone for a little while so he didn't push it, and yet so obvious that he was claiming her as his own.

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑
5 y/o . stallion . l/m: . mares: . no foals . tags: asanti, kip


joker was rather delighted when the mare accepted his request, though he wasn't entirely sure if that made her his mare or, unfamiliar with the 'claiming' process that many of the older stallions used, never the less he wasted no time when asanti seemed to approach the chestnut mare. he skipped into an elevated and rather elegant trot, redeeming himself from before, proving that he was actually naturally elegant and well put together, he just had a few ditsy moments that all young horses had. his coat was still damp from his previous fall, but had mostly dried, his long thick mane no longer plastered to his neck.

not a fool, he could clearly see the mares nerves, and he kept himself well in control. he kept his trot even on his approach slowing down almost to a walk until her tail raised, he was stronger than asanti's and suddenly his urges took control, his eyes grew wide and his ears flew forwards, instantly the stallion kicked out with his hind legs and danced towards her, his andalusion blood lines becoming prominent as he lifted his knees up as high as they could go.

he tossed his head flicking his silvery mane over his neck, his long forelock falling almost half way down face fell straight down the middle of his forehead. joker grew closer to the mare and probably a bit rudely, tried to poke his nose into her tail.

before he could touch, however, joker pinned his ears and pulled himself away, gaining some form of control, although it was clear the way he started to look like he was walking on egg shells that he was a bit nervous and well, almost not in complete control, at least he was trying? was that not enough for such a young stallion. for whatever reason, he gave an apologetic look to both mares then tried to redeem himself by standing up tall, and watching the chestnut before him curiously. "hello miss... i apologise for my... erm... outburst" he said calmly, keeping his voice as level as he could. knowing full well his actions wouldn't have helped his situation with asanti, he looked back, checking she was still there.

SYBIL
16 y/o . mare . stallion: . no foals . tags: open


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ATHENA
14 y/o . mare . stallion: . no foals . tags: open


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ARTEMIS
2 y/o . mare . stallion: . no foals . tags: griffon


atremis stood calmly grazing outside of her herd, over the last three months, artemis had gotten far braver and left the protection of her herd, they were not too far away, her sire regularly checking on her, clearly not ready to let her go just yet. he was a big solid bay warmblood with alot of bling, four long white stockings and a big blaze. he was roughly nineteen years old but had one of the biggest herds out here so far with about fifteen or so mares. they were just beyond the tree line. she could see her sire's white markings in the trees when he checked on her now and then. however this time he stood still and watched her, or she assumed he was watching her. her dam, similar to herself sometimes wondered over and grazed with her, but with a yearling and a new born foal on her hip, she stayed with the herd the last few days.

the two year old huffed at her sire and continued to graze only looking up when she spotted a grey pinto horse approaching her. ears pricked forwards she watched him carefully, upon realising he was a stallion, she spun and trotted across the stream before looking back at him nervously. a warning nicker from her sire made her look back and see he'd come out of hiding and was standing in the open. ears pricked forwards to the stallion, she listened to his whinny and nervously nickered back. flicking her rather thick tail - considering she was appaloosa, clearly got her tail from her sire not her dam - spreading the rather strong scent considering her age as she took another step back, her legs trembling slightly, looking at her sire here and there as a security blanket kind of thing.

RHEA & MAIA
17 y/o . mare . stallion: . foals: maia . tags: open


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CHAI
10 y/o . mare . stallion: . no foals . tags: lacey, hawk


chai watched the mare carefully, twitching her ears as the stallion shifted a bit and then spoke up, she raised her brow, intrigued slightly, glancing at her dam then back to the stallion quickly. "i suppose you are right. however" she said calmly and continued, "why should i give mine before you have given your own?" she said calmly before deciding enough was enough with the riddles per say. "my name is chai" she said calmly before watching him step towards her, flattening her ears in slight warning she stood her ground and only relaxed when he showed no change in body language other than trying to greet her better. with a soft breath from her nostrils, she lowered her head to his muzzle and breathed in his scent before stepping forwards a step and nibbling at his neck and mane a little before finally pulling away and grabbing a mouthful of grass, flicking an ear at her surroundings while the other remained on her male companion.

LACEY
14 y/o . mare . stallion: . foals: chai . tags: chai, hawk


lacey wasn't exactly pleased by the stallion when he seemed to decide that her daughter was more interesting, while some dominant mares would chase a stallion from their younger mares, lacey knew well that chai could and would take care of herself. she flicked an ear at her daughters sudden movement, seems she was startled by the stallions presence when she realised his proximity to her. with a soft sigh, the mare lowered her head to graze keeping a watchful eye on the pair.

[lovestruck]

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡

age. four breed. American Paint health.good heat.three feeling. happy tags. Ramona, Nox

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Farrah continued running, realizing Ramona hadn’t picked up that it was a game. Ah well, she hadn’t exactly been clear anyways. She continued running, as she was enjoying it, and lost focus for a moment.
All of a sudden, a large dappled stallion was in her path. Farrah found herself skidding to attempt at stopping, stumbling a bit as she did so. The stallion moved out of the way luckily, and an amused look passed over the paint mare’s face at his confusion and shock.
After moving backwards a bit, to create more space between herself and the stallion, she glanced back at her chestnut friend, breathing a bit heavier than usual, after the run. When the stallion asked if they were being pursued, Farrah amusedly answered, “Ah, no- we were just running. Hoping to find some other horses, I suppose. And I guess we were lucky to find you.”
“Erm, I’m sorry for almost barreling into you,” she added, embarrassment showing quite clearly on her features. She hadn’t meant to do so, obviously, but she was embarrassed that the stallion may now think she was immature or something of the like. She flicked her lightly colored tail, glancing at him. He was a strong stallion- he didn’t appear to have suffered too much over the winter. He had a gorgeous, dark dappled coat and dark mane, and a confident stature.
“I’m sorry- I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Farrah.”

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

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

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Confusion passed over Piper’s face for a moment as Whiskey fell behind her. She then contemplated the situation, realizing it was likely because the mare was a mother. Piper slowed immediately, knowing to keep her space. The mare was clearly extremely nervous, and aggressive at the moment, so going any closer was most definitely not a good idea- unless you were looking for a kick to the rump.
The mare was surprisingly strong, Piper noted, for having just come out of the harsh winter. Clearly it had not taken much of a toll on her- especially if she had such a healthy filly. The mother was painted with patches of white, as herself, and was actually a rather beautiful mare. She looked to be older than Piper, from what Piper could tell- that was good. Piper wasn’t exactly sure what to do in this situation, or really any where she would have to lead, and she was glad there was an older mare to take up that responsibility.
As the older mare spoke, Piper pricked her ears forwards intently. She nickered in response, “I’m Piper- and this is Whiskey. We don’t wish to inflict harm- on either of you.” Piper wasn’t exactly sure how to word what she said in this situation, to make the mare feel as comfortable as possible, but she believed her words had been alright. She only
Hoped she was doing a good job for Whiskey- she wanted to make him happy.

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

age. nine breed.hanoverian health.good, has a permanent limp heat.two feeling. scared tags. open

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𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

age. nine/two weeks breed.appaloosa health.good heat.one feeling. nervous,jumpy tags. open

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Majesty had had a harsh winter, but for now she was done with reminiscing on the horrible events, and instead she was happy to have her beautiful foal, healthy and lively.
Majesty’s stallion had been a lovely one- he was kind and gentle, and she wanted nothing more than to be by his side now. The herd had been of about four mares, whom she all got along with, and herself. It had all been alright, until the lead had them venture into the mountains. There, they met a fierce mountain lion- whomst her stallion had fought valiantly. The lead had tried to lead them back down the mountain to escape, but an elderly mare mad fallen behind, unable to navigate the icy slope. Majesty had stayed behind to make sure she was ok- against her better judgement. In the heavy snow, she lost the lead and other mare, and was left with only a feeble mare in the ice and cold.
Later- the mare had slipped down a slippery slope on the mountain, and fallen about ten feet. Majesty was forced to leave her there- unable to help as she froze to death, her blood scent no doubt drawing predators. She’d barely made it through the rest of the remaining cold. She got lucky and found a large patch of barely iced over greenery, enough to keep her fed until the spring sun melted all the frost away, and green shoots began to spring up.
Then, just a few weeks ago, she’d given birth to her beautiful foal. Royal was a reminder to Majesty of her wonderful stallion who she’d lost. He was either dead, or long gone- most likely dead. Majesty’s heart grieved for him, but her filly offered love and happiness to her life, despite the devastation.

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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Ariah watched as Mael rounded the two mares together. It was a smart move, so as to tend to both of them at the same time, especially because the paint mare seemed rather reluctant to come much closer. Ariah watched patiently, as he guided the mare towards her. The bay roan mare flicked her tail, and puffed her chest a bit, appearing in a more dominant stature, hoping the mare would pick up that she was the lead here. She moved towards the mare a few short steps, and moved her muzzle forward in order to exchange scents, if she wished to. This was the nice thing to do- Ariah sometimes would nip new mares in order to assure her dominance, but she seemed young, and would likely not be a threat.
The roan mare stayed on edge, in case the mare would snap at her for getting to close. It was unlikely, but the paint was probably already riled up from Mael snaking her, at least just a little bit. She decided to introduce herself now, before allowing Maelstrom to take over. “I’m Ariah- what do they call you?” she asked, backing up a few steps.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫

age. twelve breed.aqh health.good, in prime mares.none progeny. none in rp feeling. emotionless tags. Imogene

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(waiting for Imogene) Trigger listened intently as the mare told him her name. Imogene. It was a lovely name, that he hadn’t heard before in all his twelve years, as far as he could remember. The stallion watched her intently, looking for body language that could give him some hint of what she was thinking. “Imogene. Its a pleasure to meet you.” He repeated her name out loud, because he knew it would both help him remember it, and he liked the way it felt coming out of his mouth. Imogene.
At her next remark, annoyance played at Trigger’s features, although he supressed it. If a mare he’d already claimed had made such a comment, he would be unafraid to let them see his annoyance, but for now he had to keep on a mask of kindness. Perhaps it was a sort of backhanded compliment, anyways, and less of an insult- although the way she’d chuckled made it more of an insult. “Ah, I figured you’d ask such.” He paused, swallowing down his urge to make a snarky remark. “I was surprised to find a mare as yourself alone as well, after all.” he continued, keeping an ear back to listen for any threats, such as rival stallions, coming by. “Alas, this last winter was one of the harshest I’ve lived through. One of my mares fell ill, and contaminated three others. I was blessed enough not to fall sick, but those four passed, unable to recover through the harsh weather. They were very dear to me, so that was quite the blow. We hadn’t been able to eat much for a few days at that point, for the lead mare had died first, and even the food we could find, was scare and frozen over. Then, shortly after, a rival stallion snaked my remaining two mares away, while I was weak, and in shock at their deaths. This was.. the only winter where I lost a whole herd.”