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[lovestruck]

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡

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

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Farrah glanced at her new friend, glad she’d decided on staying with this stallion. She’d barely just met the dappled male, but she already trusted him- he was kind, and seemed like a good protector, and she would most definitely not mind spending time around him- especially with Ramona by her side.
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Confusion distorted Farrah’s features as Nox decided to head towards the bellow. She didn’t know much, but she was pretty sure it was abnormal for a stallion to choose to head towards danger. Farrah glanced at Ramona, wondering if she had any idea what was going on. Despite her curiosity and unsureness, Farrah followed after her new stallion obediently, and pushed herself into the tree line, swishing her tail anxiously. She glanced over at her chestnut friend once more, and nickered softly, “Do you have any idea what going on? I mean, I’m no expert, clearly- but don’t stallions normally run away from threats, not towards them?”
The mare surveyed the situation, attempting to assess the conflict in any way she could. There was a handsome paint stallion, and a grey mare, who appeared to be his. He appeared annoyed, and Farrah couldn’t help but wonder why, as Nox headed for them. She then spotted a dark, heavily pregnant mare off to the side. Nox got between the mare and stallion, and Farrah couldn’t help but watch with anticipation, sure the paint stallion would lash out at her own dappled one.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

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

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Piper continued to watch the filly with awe, and listened to the words flowing from Sparrow’s mouth. The mare was clearly much more comfortable now, and seemed to have maybe even taken a liking to Whiskey.
The paint mare felt happy that she had in a way helped Whiskey with this, and she pricked her ears up a bit higher- but resisted the urge to flag her tail, not wanting to make the new mare think she was strange.
A twinkle filled Piper’s eyes when the filly approached her, and rubbed up against her. Piper lowered her muzzle towards the filly, and lipped at her soft mane. “Hello there young one.” she nickered in a soft tone, keeping her ears pricked as Sparrow continued to speak.
At her next question, Piper glanced at Whiskey, expecting him to answer the question. She’d asked the same thing, not too long ago. She’d found amusement in his answer- but perhaps Sparrow wouldn’t. Sparrow seemed rather serious- but in a good way. She might not like that Whiskey had lost his herd, despite just how harsh the winter had been. Although- they could really ask the same of her, being that she had a filly, and seemed like a lead mare type, but still, had no herd with her.
Piper felt bad for being so quiet, but she wasn’t quite sure what to say. She was never the most extroverted mare. She thought she liked Sparrow though, and she would talk to her more eventually. Sparrow seemed very motherly, and she would perhaps be a good figure in Piper’s life.
A new, foreign horse’s scent wafted into Piper’s nose, and her ears flicked back at the sound of hooves thudding in the soft grass. Piper glanced behind her, turning a bit more, to see a large black and white mare. Unsure of what to do, and remembering Sparrow’s uncomfort at first, Piper led Peregrine to her mother and Whiskey with a soft nudge of her muzzle, hoping that would be alright with Sparrow. Although she’d just met the pair, she didn’t want anything bad happening to Peregrine, and apparently new horses brought trouble.

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

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

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Annie smiled softly, glad the mare had noticed her, and she actually seemed relatively happy with that fact, judging by her squeal.
The flaxen mare lifted her head a bit, attempting to look at least a bit more appealing, as they’d soon find out about her limp.
Annie stood in place, watching the stallion head towards her. He was a strong stallion, but seemed to lack muscle many stallions had. One glance at him and you’d understand why, for he was clearly an older stallion, given by his grey hairs.
Annie didn’t really mind at all though- she would take whatever she could get, and she had no doubt he was charming. A stallion like himself probably didn’t have the option to be rude, anyways.
Annie perked her ears at his bellow, and returned it with a shrill whinny. The young mare wanted so badly to run towards him as well, and make him feel like she desired to meet him- but she wanted to have him know her before seeing her limp and deciding to leave her behind.
Annie had had it happen all too many times- despite only having been away from her herd of birth for a few months. No horse wanted one such as herself dragging them behind- and literally risking their lives.
Annie extended her muzzle to the stallion, allowing him to close the gap and exchange scents if he desired to.

𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

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

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The spotted mare flicked her ears up and down uncertainly, as the bachelor moved towards her and her foal. She lashed her tail a bit, but he stopped at a safe distance between them.
Majesty extended her muzzle to meet the stallion’s, but watched him intently. The slightest movement or quiver and she’d snap at him and take her foal somewhere further away. She took in his scent, and lipped at his cheek fur a bit, in greeting, before jerking her head back, and double checking that Royal was still under her, safe. She knew stallions were much less likely to kill fillies than colts, but she hadn’t been able to see this stallion’s character yet, in such a short period of time. Any stallion she didn’t know was a threat to both her and her foal, especially whilst she was alone.
The appaloosa mare glanced back up at the bay stallion, and whinnied confidently, but with a slight quiver, due to her nervousness, “I’m Majesty- what do they call you?” The spotted mare had decided not to introduce her filly, in case it would draw more attention to her than need be.
Royal nursed while under her mother’s belly, her rip facing her mother’s chest. She was excited to meet a new horse- she hadn’t really seen many others, and her mother had never let her get close enough to really get a good look at them. However, Royal was also scared, because she could tell her mother was, and her mother was usually right about things, she’d learned. The little appaloosa stumbled out front under her mother’s belly on her spindly legs, standing at her side instead, gazing up st the new horse. Something about this horse was different- although she wasn’t sure what. Perhaps this was one of those “stallions” Majesty has warned her about.

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

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Amusement passed over Trigger’s features as the pregnant mare appeared to stand her ground, and be showy towards him. She continued to be overly confident, clearly not realizing that with her belly that size, there would be no way of her escaping him. The paint stallion let out a soft snort, moving towards her opposite flank, and giving her a soft nip, in order to move her towards Imogene. He was unafraid to nip her harder if needbe- if she didn’t understand right away.
In all the commotion, Trigger had missed the scent and sound of another stallion, who seemily appeared out of nowhere. He forced his body between Trigger’s and the mare’s, and the paint stallion instantly moved between Imogene and the new stallion. He gnashed his teeth, his ears flicking straight back, and aimed a few bites at the stallion’s chest and neck.
Unsure if the bites landed, Trigger let out a snort, his tail lashing against his rump. This pregnant mare was not worth his time- but he wasn’t about to lose anything to another stallion.
Curiosity and laughter played at Trigger’s features for a moment, when the stallion told him to leave the mare alone. Why on earth would a random stallion care about a mare he was claiming? The anger Trigger had been holding back bubbled up, and gleamed in his cold blue eyes as he glared at the stallion, darting his neck towards him for another bite. Trigger reared up a bit, in warning to the stallion.
He contemplated the situation- and decided that he would likely run off with Imogene if things continued to escalate. If not, though, he would keep the pregnant mare, and make sure to get rid of her foal if it happened to be a colt. Trigger’s eyes bore into the dappled grey stallion’s colt, almost daring him to fight back.

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

I. stallion II. eight years III.mustang x thoroughbred IV. ariah IV. no foals.
MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. ariah, meredith, estrella
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though he had heard the times where stallions did what she spoke up, maelstrom was not one of those stallions. for now he blamed it on her younger age, though she was not much younger than himself, he still held more experience with the matters. a snort came from him after her words, his nostrils flaring for a moment as he chose what to say rather carefully. "you've heard too many tales, i am not one to treat mares like objects." he said in response as he watched her move closer. the stallion was wary of her as it was, having overall mixed signals for the most part.

the mare made it quite obvious on what she wanted and he was slightly amused because of it. reaching out, the onyx stallion went back to his grooming, pulling out the turfs of her winter coat and the knots within her mane as best he could. ariah would hopefully keep meredith busy for now as he worked on this mare, hopefully it would not take too long to convince her though he would be blunt. his affections were only for that of his herd and he was about to make that clear as he spoke. "do you plan on joining us?" he questioned, though he continued to groom her for now, his affections would soon become limited. if she wanted something from him, she would have to give in return, even if that was as simple as her company, this was not meant in a sense of covering her and future foals.

━━ 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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ramona did not like the judgement of going towards the sound of danger instead of away. she followed, though mostly unwillingly. she snorted when the stallion told them to stay out of sight and then farrah questioned her. "nope, but i'm not going to stand here hiding like some obedient foal." the mare said in response to her friend before she walked from behind the cover, visible to all horses involved. she watched, wondering what exactly was going on between the heavily pregnant mare and that of the two stallions. this seemed rather interesting. ramona slapped her tail against her hindquarters as she kept her distance but assessed the situation with slight curiosity. why would nox bring them here and into this? let alone put himself in such a situation and just leave her and farrah. not something in her books as brownie points. she huffed, clearly annoyed before looking back towards her hiding companion. "he went out for some mare, though i dont understand why, seems she was with the other stallion." she explained.

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

With Peregrine's approach Whiskey had looked from the corners of his eyes to Piper, watching the admiration in the young mare's eyes as she looked upon the foal. It made him curious as to what type of mother she'd be. Would she be stern but well meaning (he was less convinced of that one) or perhaps the soft, kind mother who's gentle ways still managed to produce fine horses. Personally he was leaning more towards the latter, he had no doubts that Piper would make an exceptional mother but she didn't necessarily give him a stern vibe, her guidance, though firm, would still manage to be primarily gentle. Regardless of which style of parenting she chose Whiskey had no doubts about her capabilities and briefly a smile formed on the stallion's features. He'd made a good choice. As soon as the moment began it was over though and Peregrine was hurrying back towards her mother on top of twig thin legs.

Sparrow's stance had changed, she was more relaxed and seemed open to the thought of him being around. Her test had only ended up playing directly into his favor, he'd managed to use her own foal against her (just no one tell him that that had been her plan all along) and now she'd see he was a wonderful choice. Whiskey didn't usually interact with new horses, matter of fact once he had his herd together he'd likely refrain from interacting with even new mares, but he did pride himself on knowing how to do it. His natural charm meant he could build a herd up quickly and could manage to keep them together through thick and thin. His ears slid forward on his head as she spoke, listening intently to her words. Only two days, the filly was still practically a newborn. Surprise overcame the stallion as a desire to protect the young foal came across him. So young and yet so full of bravery, courage, Peregrine reminded himself an awful lot of when he was a colt. He wanted to tuck the filly into his side and ensure no one could hurt her. He remained in place though, continuing to listen to Sparrow's words, "Perhaps curious is a good thing, one might meet some wonderful horses to build life long friendships with out of curiosity."

Whiskey watched, confidence swelling in his chest, as Sparrow finally broke the barrier between his small herd and herself as she came forward. Her steps were long, the grace flowing from her well muscled body and sleek coat as she came towards them. Truly he'd found the gold at the end of the rainbow in the two mares beside him. Both stunningly beautiful, showing nothing but radiant health and grace. Whiskey couldn't consider himself lucky enough. As she brought her own muzzle towards him he took the moment to take in a deep breath, getting the chance to observe Sparrow more closely. She clearly wasn't far into her heat at all, the smell was faint which worked in the herd's favor. No rogue stallions would come around in search of a mare, not that the thought of protecting his herd scared him, he just wanted at least a day or so to adjust to life with his new herd. Learn something more about them before anything became hectic.

Whiskey relaxed under Sparrow's gentle grooming, watching as the pulled at the thicker winter coat. At the question of his herd and why he only had one mare he didn't stumble over a silence or flinch at her inquisition, he was more then comfortable with his abilities and wasn't shy about admitting his losses. "With the winter being as difficult as it was I'm afraid we both found ourselves alone and as any good stallion knows a herd starts with one," he answered softly. Glancing to his right he reached towards Piper, gently lipping at her neck in a brief grooming, whether it was more for his own comfort or hers he wasn't sure. Perhaps in the moment he merely desired to remind himself of his fortune in having found the young mare. Whatever the reason it didn't last forever as he redirected the same question to Sparrow, "And what of your herd? Such a strong filly isn't only a product of a strong mare as yourself, it takes a strong stallion to make such a fierce bird."

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.

𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀━━ 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.

[tawneypelt0504]

Loretta|lone mare|Quarter x Arabian|8 years old|Heat:stage 2|Stallion: none|Foals: none|tags/mentions: Luna
"Unfortunately no I got separated from mine a few weeks ago"she nickered in response to Luna's question. She had spooked and run off during a thunder storm and was unable to find her herd. Loretta hoped that she would find a new herd but unfortunately couldn't find any that would accept her. "Do you not have one as well" Loretta asked she assumed that she didn't but she would still enjoy the company of another horse (sorry it took so long for me to post I had WB)

[carpe noctem.]

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I. stallion II. thirteen III. akhal-teke IV. no mares V. no progeny VI. tagged:
esmerelda
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RASPUTIN trotted through the thick brush of the forest, his smooth gait relaxed as he observed his surroundings. The woodland was alive with sprawling, verdant vegetation, budding leaves atop outstretched branches of the trees, welcoming spring with open arms. The melodic song of the lark could be heard above him, guiding him as he neared a break in trees, revealing a open meadow.

The akhal-teke strode out into the unsheltered field, letting the sunlight bathe his dark bay coat. He lowered his head to graze, chewing at the fresh stalks that sprouted out from the ground. A low whinny caught his attention, and the stallion lifted his head to see a mare looking at him. She was a beautiful draft horse, her dark coat completing her lively features. Rasputin shook out his mane calmly, letting his muscles flex beneath his gleaming bay pelt, subtlety showing off to the mare. He let out his own whinny, inviting her forth, blue eyes focused solely upon her.

━━━━ ( ❝ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 & 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 ❞ ) ━━━━━
I. mare \ colt II. fifteen \ two months III. andalusian IV. heat stage : one |
too young V. corvus | too young VI. everest, mentions whiskey & co.
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CORVUS lowered his muzzle to the trickling stream beneath his hooves, dipping his velvety lips into the cool water as he gulped down the liquid. His mother watched him carefully as she grazed, never letting the adventurous young colt stray too far. He seemed content with playing by himself in the small stream, often walking up and down the banks, searching for frogs or small fish in the water. The game itself proved boring after a few more minutes of exploring the waters, and instead his curiousity landed upon a approaching filly.

She seemed near his age, perhaps a little young than himself. Corvus, being rather tall for his age, virtually towered over her, which might’ve been the cause of the foal freezing up for a moment. Corvus tipped his head to the side, curiously stepping forwards to offer her a friendly sniff before she let out a soft neigh, bounding over to a nearby tree. The andalusian foal released a friendly whinny, prancing over to where she stood. Before he could reach her, his mother interrupted, giving the colt a quick nip on the haunches as she herded him away.

Jacinto gave her son a gentle smile as he slowly began to follow his dam, looking back at the filly as he did so. A soft spoken nicker welcomed Corvus to trot up closer to Jacinto, and soon the pair were quickly crossing the open meadow, moving further away from the potential friend of Corvus. They reached a patch of forestry, where the mother and son rested before seeing a group of horses in the distance; a herd.

Jacinto pricked her ears forwards with curiousity, with her son copying her expressions. The two pushed past the vegetation to become visible to the herd, and Jacinto let out a gentle whinny to announce her presence, calmly looking at the group of horses before turning to Corvus to nuzzle him, tenderly pulling him closer to her body in a protective manner. Despite wishing to greet the herd, Jacinto wouldn’t let her guard slip, especially since she had a colt. Many stallions would try to get rid of him, for he wasn’t from their bloodline. The act of nudging him closer to her was simply a necessary precaution.

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I. mare II. eleven III. akhal-teke IV. heat stage : 3 V. no progeny VI. untagged
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I. mare II. nine III. mustang IV. heat stage : 4 V. no progeny VI. untagged
(res. khrysaor)
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I. mare II. six III. thoroughbred x IV. heat stage : 3 V. no progeny VI. untagged
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[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘓 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 14 yrs old iii. andalusian heat. stage 3 foals. none stallion. none mood. relaxed, friendly
━━ mentions. -- tags. Geode, Annie

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While Citadel had been enjoying their coy chat and finding herself charmed with the relaxed stallion, truly to many mares they wouldn't have looked twice at the older horse but she was smitten with him. He didn't lack the confidence to be himself- drooping lip and all. Granted he lacked muscle tone that many other stallions had, it didn't particularly bother her. One could assume that she would willingly be in his herd because something was wrong with her too but they'd be wrong, Citadel was just a simple mare, having lived much of her life with stallions of varying degrees and personalities Geode's suited her the best and she was sure that in his prime he had been a magnificent stallion- that much was proven by his age. While mares often lived into their ripe old years stallions didnt, they lead a more dangerous life than mares afterall. She knew in the back of her mind that if a foal was sired by him within this heat cycle that it would be a strong colt or filly with good genes.

Quickly though she was snapped out of her silent observation and hopes of progeny by his movement and she followed suit, staying behind him though. Her gaze was trained on the mare, her richly colored eyes observing her. She seemed friendly and while Citadel had never been a fighter if the mare was one that intended on bullying the stallion she wouldn't hesitate to lunge forward but the smile she held on her muzzle told her otherwise. Though Citadel stopped a few steps away, giving the mare a nicker. She touched her muzzle to Geode's flank before lowering her head to graze, she merely wanted him to be aware of her presence. Though for now she hung back between the two, she'd let them make their introductions first before she stepped in for her own hellos.

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★━━━ ❝ 𝘕𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘛𝘐 ❞

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

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Nefertiti had to admit she wasn't stunned when the painted stallion called her bluff but the nip to her flank immediately put her on the defensive and she pulled away from him, her ears pinned to the side of her skull. She bared her teeth for him, stomping a hoof firmly into the ground. Many years of experience told her that this stallion wasn't a kind one, that the nip to her flank was his gentle side and she wasn't going to stand for it- she wasn't some foal in need of correcting. The thoughts and actions of the stallion slowly had her blood boiling with rage, while she stood in protest and slight shock of the stallion's actions she hadn't even noticed another stallion come barreling down the hill. She only noticed his presence when he shoved himself between she and the painted stallion that advanced on her. For a moment Nefertiti's head spun and she looked at the stallion, his dappled coat had reignited the hope that just seconds ago had vanished but the scent was entirely different from that of her beloved Equinox, this stallion didn't smell of her old herd. He smelled of two mares, young ones at that and with that she felt resolve in the fact that she might not find her stallion once more- she would be forced back into the game of courtship.

The slam of a hoof and a single statement caused her hooves to stay planted where she was, that voice was familiar. She couldn't exactly dance around the pair to get a good look at the dappled but she watched the two stallions, engorged in what was to happen between the two of them. Would the dappled truly keep good on his statement towards the paint? To leave her alone? And if he did intend on defending her- would he win? Though the thoughts were soon left the to dust and a shrill squeal sounded from her as the painted stallion began his own assault. Immediately Nefertiti put a few good steps between herself and the two, though she was diligent to angle her body so the dapple was still squarely between she and the aggressor. Nefertiti knew better than to interfere with what took place- this was a fight between two stallions. It was no place for a mare to assert herself.

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★━━━ ❝ 𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘞 & 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 11 yrs old iii. APH heat. stage 2 foals. peregrine stallion. whiskey mood. content, alert
━━ i. filly ii. 26 hrs old iii. APH dam. Sparrow sire. unknown herd. whiskey's mood. bored, sleepy
━━ mentions. moscato, corvus tags. jacinto, whiskey & piper

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Whiskey's words pertaining to Peregrine's curiosity had replayed in the mare's head, she found herself agreeing for the most part with his statement, though she valued her filly's bravery more than curiosity. Sparrow had been witness to the cruel fate that sometimes came alongside curiosity and she knew the moment Peregrine had been so bold that the bravery came with a friend that needed to be tamed and shaped delicately. Curiosity was both a good and bad thing, some foals were curious enough to sniff and investigate from afar but some foals were curious enough to approach which is where things got bad. Though one couldn't try and damper that naturally curious mind without stripping a foal of an important trait- bravery. It was all fickle in Sparrow's opinion. Being a mother was harder work than many thought of- she was responsible for how her daughter turned out. Upon the thoughts she glanced towards Peregrine and Piper, pleased to see that the young mare was indulging her filly with lipping gently at her daughter's man and talking back to her. Piper would be a fine dam, that she was sure of and Sparrow found herself looking forward to watching how the mare would interact with her foal, should she have one.

Though her thoughts were pulled away from the pair and back onto Whiskey as he answered her question. To be brutally honest she wasn't entirely satisfied with his reply, though she understood being vague in an attempt to protect one's self. She'd let it be for now, she didn't need to prod further and stir up something that she didn't need to know. Granted she was sure the stallion had lost his herd for a noble reason, she didn't suspect that he would abandon his mares- not with how he behaved now. Her attention was pulled away from him as Piper came towards them, nudging Peregrine back to her side she didn't mind the mare's actions and gave her an appreciative nicker, though as to why her foal had been herded back to her was now what she focused on. Sparrow's thought process didn't even lapse as Peregrine began to suckle greedily, her tail waggling viciously and grunts coming from the foal. Instead it was apparent the older mare was focused on something else. A scent carried in the wind of another mare, she looked around for a few moments before her gaze locked onto the figure and the wave of hostility that rolled from her frame could almost be visible. Her first instinct was to go chase the mare away, being that she had been alone for quite some time now it was easy to see hat she wasn't fond of mares that lingered. Though now she needed to put her trust in a herd and instead she nudged Peregrine's hip, ushering her towards Whiskey. Sparrow turned in a tight circle, positioning herself so Peregrine was safely sandwiched between she and the stallion- out of view from their lingering visitor.

The question that left Whiskey's lips helped to reign Sparrow in and ground her once more and she gave a flick of her ear, wanting to say that her own history wasn't important. Though that wouldn't be fair. Instead she replied truthfully, "My stallion was a fool, as strong as he was. He collected too many mares with clashing personalities, I was heavily pregnant and he let some hot headed mare try and challenge me. It was tasteless, if he wasn't going to defend his unborn foal from the inside of his herd then he wouldn't be willing to protect her outside of it." Her voice oozed with age old anger for the stallion in mention and her ears flattened irritably. "I left, unwilling to tolerate his foolish mares nor his lack of care. I went through the winter by myself, without my guidance I'm sure he lost many other mares, if they left or perished due to his own foolishness isn't in my knowledge, but I wasn't equipped to lead a harem given how heavily pregnant I was." Sparrow felt slight guilt for what she had done, she was the eldest in the herd- the lead mare with the oldest mare behind her being only eight years old. She set her old herd up to perish and she knew it, though she never intended for the mares to become victim she was sure it was a side affect. Sparrow wouldn't stand beside a stallion who wouldn't defend a pregnant mare or foal from other herd mates and that much was obvious. Now though she fell quiet, looking back to find Peregrine settled in the grass under she and Whiskey, she settled turning her head and resting it on Whiskey's back, she cocked one of her hooves and she stood in silence, enjoying the warmth that the sun brought her pelt and the familiar closeness of horses she didn't realize she missed so dearly.

Sparrow was enjoying the moment of downtime, that was until a whinny caught her attention, her head swiveled to meet look at who called to them and immediately her eyes settled on the foal tucked into the mare's side. She didn't move away from her filly, for she was sleeping but she did watch the mare curiously, even offering a nicker to her. Watching as the mare tucked the foal into her side Sparrow knew what purpose the action served- her foal was a colt. Though she could tell the mare was older by how she held herself, older than herself which lit the dominate flame that Sparrow held. She would only challenge for lead if she had to which she hoped she wouldn't have to do. Even if she did and she won she wasn't going to discredit or disregard the mare- if she was older like Sparrow thought she would be valuable to the herd and her experience would compliment her own nicely. Still she held back, nudging Whiskey's flank and casting him a curious glance. What would his move here be?

[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

To her hesitance, he stopped once more and let out a soft neigh, gentle and welcoming despite his bulk. The action bolstering some of her confidence, Snow walked closer till she was a little before him, stretching out her nose to the stallion, offering to exchange scents. As she did so, her tail swished, spreading her heat, though not on purpose. ”I’m Snow,” She said in greeting, before bumbling over herself. “I mean, well, my full name is Contrary Snowfall, but Snow is fine. Um. Who are you?”

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

The moment the paint stallion registered Nox’s movement, he had lashed out at Nox, bites aimed towards his chest and neck, more to get him to back away than it was to injure. Nox hopped back a little, careful to not harm the mare as the other stallion dashed to protect Nox from a young mare around Ramona’s age, making Nox feel a touch of respect. Clearly, this stallion knew what he was doing, unlike him. What was he doing, butting into someone else’s business?

All the same, he had done what he had, and he wasn’t going to let harm come to yet another young foal for no real reason. It was hard enough for foals with nature aiming shots at them, there was no need for them to pull the trigger(Author’s Note: HAHA sorry I had to) themselves.

The other stallion seemed to laugh at what he was doing as well, but he could see him assessing Nox’s strength. In response, Nox drew himself up to his full height. They were both around the same age, but Nox was a bit older. If they were to fight now, it was unsure who would win, but because they were so evenly matched, it was highly possible that fighting would lead to injuries that might cause them to lose their herds further into summer. The stallion seemed to be a calculating one, so Nox was sure he had figured that out himself.

Just as he was about to point out as much, the stallion lunged forward, making Nox snort in alarm. As he did, he noticed Ramona stepping out, and he cursed internally. If the other stallion noticed, that would be bad. He had wanted the other stallion to see that this was a bad idea, but now it seemed like he couldn’t afford to have the other stallion thinking.

As Trigger reared, trying to bite at Nox, Nox took the bite with a wince, bumping the pregnant mare with his rump gently, quickly making space as he turned and kicked at the other’s nose. He nudged the mare toward Ramona, hoping she would take the hint. Then, he backed up toward Trigger, kicking again just to make space before he shifted so his body blocked Trigger from the pregnant mare and his herd, whether or not Trigger had seen his herd yet. Then, he drew himself upright again, showing his strength once more. He wouldn’t fight if Trigger didn’t push it, but if Trigger truly wanted to fight, he wouldn’t back down. ”there are other lone mares that aren’t pregnant, and you have yours.” At that, he let his gaze travel to the mare behind the paint stallion, making it clear that if this escalated to a fight, Trigger might be losing more than a pregnant mare.

[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]

The mare’s scent hit him before the sight of her did, although if he was being truthful, that was becoming the norm. While his sense of smell wasn’t necessarily as keen as it had once been, it was still more powerful than his sight, and he relied on it heavily. Keeping himself still for a moment, ears fixed forward, he hesitated briefly before closing the gap between them. Nose reaching forward, he found her breath and whuffed gently to take in her scent while sharing his own. The gauzy dark shape of her shifted in his view, and he held himself still, anticipating something, he wasn’t sure what: for the mare to leap sideways and disappear without a trace, or perhaps some sort of aggressive reprimand given his physical state. Was luck going to be on his side twice in the same day? No sudden movements seemed imminent after all, and he gave her a soft nicker.

A gentle touch to his flank brought one of his ears back, and then another nicker for the mare that remained behind him. Her presence continued to encourage him, and he turned his head with a grateful release of breath. Her hazy white shape was quickly becoming one of his greatest pleasures, the simple fact of her being there, and he stole a moment to quietly drink in that pleasure before slowly bringing his head back around to their new companion. A new mare, and one that also, somehow, didn’t seem set on immediately leaving. It was the closest he’d felt to his old self in a long time, in the company of two pretty mares, though he would entertain no false fantasies. He could only vaguely see her, the dark body and what seemed to be the bright haze of a flaxen mane, but kindness had never been tied to sight. “Hello, there. You’ll come to no harm here.”

[TwistedMadz]

𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽
𝟣.𝟪 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 - 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝑒 - 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝒹: 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 - 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝓋𝓊𝓈, 𝒫𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓍, 𝐵𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓊𝒾𝓉, 𝒩𝑜𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒.


Everest neighed softly before turning and trotting back to her mother, falling over as she did, the small filly walked up to the other mare, sniffing her before sneezing softly, her head lowering she let out a low neigh before trying to get the mare to play with her as her brother stomped his hoof in the dirt, his mother placing her nose to his in response as she watched Everest out of the corner of her eye
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Esmerelda ♥
9.8 Y/O - Mare - Mood: Nuetral - Tags: Rasputin - Scent: Honey & Wild Flowers

The mare let out another soft neigh as she trotted towards him, stopping at a distance close enough to touch if they stretched slightly, she studied the stallion silently before opening her mouth to speak, her voice was soft and welcoming as her honey scent lingered around her

"Hello." She met the stallions eyes, tilting her head slightly before putting it straight again.

"I am Esmerelda. Who are you?" she wondered whether she sounded rude, she didn't intend to, she looked back at his blue eyes again, memorising the exquisite colour.

Exerxes
Stallion.9.2 y/o.No mares.No foals.Tags: Snow.

The stallion sniffed her, trying not to touch her in fear that she'd get scared again, he took in her sweet scent. "I'm.." The stallion stopped, forgetting his own full name for a second "I'm Exerxes, though I usually go by X." He paused again. "It's nice to meet you, miss Snow."

[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/three weeks breed.appaloosa health.good heat.one feeling. nervous,jumpy tags. Malcolm

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The spotted mare flicked her ears up and down uncertainly, as the bachelor moved towards her and her foal. She lashed her tail a bit, but he stopped at a safe distance between them.
Majesty extended her muzzle to meet the stallion’s, but watched him intently. The slightest movement or quiver and she’d snap at him and take her foal somewhere further away. She took in his scent, and lipped at his cheek fur a bit, in greeting, before jerking her head back, and double checking that Royal was still under her, safe. She knew stallions were much less likely to kill fillies than colts, but she hadn’t been able to see this stallion’s character yet, in such a short period of time. Any stallion she didn’t know was a threat to both her and her foal, especially whilst she was alone.
The appaloosa mare glanced back up at the bay stallion, and whinnied confidently, but with a slight quiver, due to her nervousness, “I’m Majesty- what do they call you?” The spotted mare had decided not to introduce her filly, in case it would draw more attention to her than need be.
Royal nursed while under her mother’s belly, her rip facing her mother’s chest. She was excited to meet a new horse- she hadn’t really seen many others, and her mother had never let her get close enough to really get a good look at them. However, Royal was also scared, because she could tell her mother was, and her mother was usually right about things, she’d learned. The little appaloosa stumbled out front under her mother’s belly on her spindly legs, standing at her side instead, gazing up st the new horse. Something about this horse was different- although she wasn’t sure what. Perhaps this was one of those “stallions” Majesty has warned her about.

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)