by dilly » Sun Dec 09, 2018 1:23 pm
β· S U D U
[ mare ] [ nine ] [ stallion: abacuss ] [ heat: 3 ] [ tags: abacuss, pandora ]
The paint mare pinned her ears, following with a slightly lowered head as they approached the strange figure. Strange to her, anyway: clearly this mare was familiar to her stallion. Letting the possessive word skim through her mind, she was powerless to stop it, as she always was. Once she had decided she was going to join a stallion, and that he was βhers,β she could not simply remove herself from the situation, either physically or emotionally. It was true that he would have other mares; that was just the way of it. This bit of stale logic held no sway over her bubbling emotions, however, and she trotted just a little bit ahead as if to determine whether or not it was alright to approach. Whisking her tail to the side, she let out a merry nicker to Abacuss, still trapped in the web of her heat, and not wanting to wholly share his attention. But, it would do her no good to badger and irritate the stallion, so instead she contented herself to paw at the ground softly, eyes keen on the interaction unfolding before her.
The immediate physical contact between them was a bit unexpected, however, and again her ears went flat. Keeping her distance, she didnβt bother trying to hide a dip of her head and a clack of her teeth in the new mareβs direction. Sidestepping a bit closer, she gave a saucy toss of her head, keeping out of range but making her displeasure known, if it wasnβt already. Eruptive emotions, yes, but she wasnβt completely out of her mind: some mares could be befriended, but without knowing this striking perlino before her, she wasnβt going to go into it with her head dipped submissively. She never had.
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β I N G O T
[ stallion ] [ five ] [ mares: rosita ] [ tags: rosita, serenity ]
It didnβt take long for Ingot to discover that the mare was right, as they so often were β there was someone else nearby. Another mare, and his nostrils flared as he came to a brief halt. Ears perked, he blew out a sharp breath as he listened and read the scent on the air. A few quick steps brought him to a spot where his field of vision opened up, and his dark eyes landed on the mare. Before any other thoughts could swarm his head, he turned to be sure Rosita was still with him. And the idea of their foal; the thought gave him an energetic burst and he gave in to a small, playful rear. βRight you are,β he told her with a smile, before heading towards the newcomer at a trot.
He thought better of it after a moment, eager as he was to claim her attention. She was beautiful, and he tossed his mane with a friendly nicker. Convincing himself to stop at a respectable distance, he held his silence for only a momeny before sending a curious whinny her way, ears fixed forward. Heβd experienced a number of flighty mares, and so he was always prepared to adjust his plans for approach. He found that most often, it was gentleness and kindness that did the trick, and while he considered himself a thoughtful young stallion, he was a stallion nonetheless, for better or for worse. With an eager nicker, he took a few curious steps forward, mindful to try and balance his hormones with at least a little bit of decorum. βSo many of my wishes are being granted today,β he began, carrying himself in a way he hoped was flattering to his stature. Some mares seemed to appreciate a scarred coat, while others cast an uncertain glance. There was little to be done about it now; his fearlessness was forever advertised. βWould you grant me another, and share your name?β
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β H A R P E R
[ mare ] [ four ] [ no stallion ] [ heat: 2 ] [ tags: preacher ]
How to be sure? There was no guarantee; she could either trust the stallionβs words, or she could flee and hope to find the same gentleness elsewhere. There was no guarantee of that, either, and the more she watched the thickly-built stud, the more she felt she should take her chances right where she stood. His mare seemed to pose no threat or outright challenge, and while she did not want to dwell on the presence of the filly, she knew that the stallion claiming her as his own should come as quite a relief. Not all stallions were so gentle or tolerant, as she knew, and she flicked her tail thoughtfully before taking another step in the small bandβs direction, the sun still dancing on her rose grey coat. It smothered her soul to be skeptical; she yearned, as she assumed most horses did, to be in a warm, close group. It was this impulse that brought her closer, approaching slowly so as not to startle the mare or filly, but also to let the stallion know that she appreciated his tactfulness: no flat ears or lunges or sharp words, and she offered a small, grateful nicker.
βItβs my pleasure to meet you, Preacher,β she returned, gently adding, βall of you, your kindness is very refreshing.β Directing a nicker to the mare, hoping to identify herself as harmless, she let her ears fix on the filly, unable to help a smile. Only for a moment, and then she brought her eyes back to the stallion. βI'm Harper, and I apologize for being standoffish, itβs been a difficult week.β He was quite a sight, and she took a moment to look him over, her dark eyes moving in the stark white frame of her face.
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