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mares: piper . no foals . w/ piper, sparrow & peregerine . no mentions
mares: piper . no foals . w/ piper, sparrow & peregerine . no mentions
- While he was well aware the mare would be hesitant about him, and she had every right considering many stallions would kill foals that weren't their own. However, he was currently relying on the mare being more trusting of Piper in this moment. If she didn't he was prepared to receive a powerful kick to the chest before the mare ran off and if Whiskey was smart and didn't have a death wish he'd let her. Fortunately there was a flick of Sparrow's ear, just this smallest sign of a slightly less wary mother, and that little movement had Whiskey feeling much more confident about how this interaction might turn out. He felt safe in assuming that Sparrow would likely end up being more dominant then Piper though he doubted it'd end up being aggressive. Perhaps he'd gotten lucky and found two mares who could actually get along. He'd had issues with mares disliking each other before, once his lead mare had been challenged and he'd been foolish enough to allow the new mare to remain. It led to constant fights and it was only after a foal had accidentally been struck that he'd finally put his hoof down and kicked the challenging mare out. Now he was older, far more experienced, and he wasn't scared of kicking mares out of his herd if he felt they'd cause problems. So yes, Whiskey decided he was lucky to be avoiding that right now.
After seeing Sparrow's body shift, now fully blocking her foal from him, Whiskey halted once again. The single step forward his only one. He could see that she was willing to allow him closer. She was warming up, becoming more comfortable with his presence around herself and her foal. With her body now angled and the mare's face fully visible and no longer hidden in the shadows her blue lip was plainly visible and Whiskey had to stifle a laugh at the sight. He doubted that Sparrow even knew it was there, not even a blip on the radar. His ears perked forward as Sparrow spoke, introducing both herself and her foal to them. He found it to be quite the interesting choice, recalling a peregrine as being a falcon, he'd seen one before as a young colt and had been impressed with the speed and ferocity of the bird. So far it was a fitting name for the filly.
What followed next was surprising to the stallion and certainly threw a curve ball in Whiskey's game plan. Moments later and he realized this was all part of Sparrow's game plan, a test to determine whether she'd actual allow him a chance or turn her rump to him and walk off. While Peregrine came forward Sparrow tensed, her body poised and ready to charge forward should he step wrong. He dipped his head low, intending to let the filly warm up to him first. Peregrine had other plans. Immediately he was being inspected, staring up at him with curious eyes and boldness. With her at his side he relaxed his ears, attempting to prove to Sparrow that there was no need to worry as he dropped his head and gently groomed Peregrine's side before she disappeared under him. He chuckled softly, amused at her curiosity over his belly. As most foals were she must have been curious over his height, delightful to see that she could fit under him without ever touching. Excitement continued to fill the youngling until she finally turned to retreat back to Sparrow, only getting so far before her still weak legs failed her and she stumbled. Of course this embarrassed her and she hurried underneath her mother to hide. With the moment now over Whiskey returned his attention back to Sparrow, "She's quite brave, Peregrine is an appropriate name for her though I assume she must be young? She doesn't know danger yet, she only knows potential friends."
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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.๐๐๐๐๐๐โโ 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.๐๐๐๐โโ four y/o mare
no stallion . no foals . heat two . w/ loretta . no mentions
Luna hadn't meant to startle the other mare and after rushing forward she was quick to hang back a bit. She wasn't the tallest mare but her stocky build meant she looked more threatening than she was and was often bigger then some other mares. Lowering her head slightly she attempted to present herself in a more friendly manner and without so much excitement
While a stallion would always be the safest choice Luna wasn't opposed to the company of another mare either, she'd be able to make a friend first. "It's nice to meet you too, do you not have a herd?" Despite still feeling sore about losing her own Luna was determined to remain optimistic and make the most of the situation. It would do her no good to mope around and be upset.
