ＦＲＥＥＤＯＭ -- open and accepting

[Peachfuzz221]

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XXXXi. mare ii. three years iii. arabian warmblood iv. heat 1 v. band: none vi. tags: none

Belly in a patch of soft grass, the timid bay mare kept her eyes on the horizon. A thatch of long grass and weed poked from the edges of her muzzle, teeth chewing humbly as she snacked. The distant howling of a coyote pack startled her to her feet before fading further away from her place of rest. She felt silly, as Phillipa usually did when she overacted. Her quick reflexes assured her that if she were to confront a predator, she could outrun the carnivore and come out of a sticky situation unscathed. Maybe give her pursuer a kick to the jaw to remember her by. She away the bold fantasies filling her head and prepared to trot on, hoping to find a stream soon. Her throat burned with thirst.


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XXXXi. mare ii. five years iii. thoroughbred iv. heat 1 v. band: none vi. tags: odin

The black mare's belly was filled with sweet water, having come upon a glimmering pond early in the morning. It seemed good fortune had smiled upon her this day and she happily dipped her muzzle into the cool water to drink her fill. Her dark eyes spotted the quick, blurry figures of fish swimming just under the surface, darting just out of reached when the mare leaned close. They were enticing her forward and she followed suit, immersing her front legs and chest into the reflecting pond with the raging sun at her back. A content whinny escaped her as her body was enveloped, providing a relaxation she had desperately needed after her travels. The heat had not been kind and predators had been on the rise more often than not. She had crossed paths with a grouchy mountain lion the day before. Luckily, the large feline, with its stomach bulging, had already had a meal and merely stared disinterestedly at Wisteria as she tiptoed around it with extreme caution. Next time she might not be so lucky.

The mare walked an old trail after her dip, tail flicking sharply behind her at swarming pests. The rising temperature slowly suffocated her, drying her throat despite the drink sloshing about inside her stomach. Despite the circumstances, she continued forward with short bursts of energy, determined to find shade and rest for the evening. Wisteria was on a mission, perhaps a common one among the loners she glimpsed in the distance every now and then. Observing her surroundings had become a habit, her pupils locked on any shape that could suggest a stallion was nearby. She needed a herd to run with, a stallion to court, and so far the testy mare had been met with disappointments. Until now, that is. Nostrils widening, she caught a musky scent on the breeze and raised her head to search.


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XXXXi. mare ii. seven years iii. warmblood x mustang iv. heat 1 v. band: none vi. tags: none

no muse

[eventer]

ＩＭＰ !! ❝ dark bay tobiano, 16"3, kwpn x mustang ❞


I stallion II fourteen years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. peach


imp flicked an ear at the sound of something treading near by, seemingly ignoring it at first until it stopped and a whinny followed. he groaned as he hauled himself upright and in a laying position the stallion glanced around until catching the sight of a chestnut mare behind him, he watched her a moment before shaking his head and bringing his front legs out in front of him then pulling himself up until he stood, he shook out his coat, bits of dirt and grass shaken off as his body moved. for a few moments, imp stood still, head low before finally, movement. he turned his head and looked to the mare once more before slowly making his way towards her, he flicked his ears once, a full surveillance of the area before his attention stayed on her, a soft nicker escaping his velvet lips as he halted a few strides in front of her, looking at her chestnut coat he twitched at a fly before settling himself into a relaxed stance, his hind leg cocked onto the toe his tail flicking slightly over his hind legs as he spoke, hello miss, my name is imp, who might you be? his voice calm as he spoke, each word the same tone, no sign of pain in his voice, aggression, fear, just calm and natural, simple imp himself.

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ＪＯＫＥＲ !! ❝ sorrel chestnut, four stockings, star and stripe, 16"1 thoroughbred x arabian ❞


I stallion II four years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. phoenix, open


joker flicked grazed beside twin half brother and snorted softly, ears flicking he walekd towards him and playfully flicked his ears back at him before nipping at his flank, all he got at first was a lifted leg and a lash of his tail, but after a moment when he nipped again, then again, enticing his brother into a play spar, the golden stallion snorted and half reared, twisting his neck to bite at his brothers chest. the duo exchanged rears, bucks, kicks, nips and bites at one another, before joker, the faster of the two of them broke into a gallop towards the river, both slowing to a sliding stop and turning into one another half rearing before phoenix sent a kick to jokers hip, this one a little bit more painful than usual, he pinned his ears and retaliated by lunging at his brother and biting hard taking off a bit of skin from the palomino. ears pinned the duo separated a bit and began to graze by themselves.

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ＰＨＯＥＮＩＸ !! ❝ palomino, blaze and two stockings, 16"0 thoroughbred x arabian ❞


I stallion II four years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. joker, open


phoenix grazed calmly, keeping an eye on his surroundings, when his twin brother suddenly came towards him trying to entice him into play, phoenix pinned his ears and flicked his tail at his brother ignoring him for a little while until his nips became irritating and with a sharp snort he turned and twisted himself around to bite his brothers chest. as the two mucked around in a play spar, he suddenly found himself galloping behind his brother, kicking up his heels as he stretched himself out faster trying to keep up with his brother until he found himself sliding to a stop and rearing beside his brother, at one of his brothers nips, phoenix spun and kicked out, a hoof skimming over the chestnuts hip, a sharp bite from the stallion caused pheonix to jump away ears pinned, the sting over the new graze irritating but with a huff, he grazed just to the side of his brother.

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ＭＩＡ !! ❝ bay, 3 stockings, star and snip, 14"3 crabit arabian ❞


I mare II twelve years III heat: three IV band: none V foals: none
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the little bay mare grazed in the forrest, the tree's hiding her body quite easily other than the more red tinge to her body than the trees, the grass wasn't quite as long in here, and it was much colder, so much so that there was still snow sitting in some patches, the creeks still a bit frozen in some spots. mia grazed calmly by one of the larger tree's and walked into a very small opening, barley 30 meter perimeter. but it was warmer than in the tree's.

all of a sudden a large groaning growl erupted in the tree's she quickly became alert and flagged her tail straight up as she looked for the predator. it was a young brown bear, maybe a year old and without it's mother, she looked for any other's but when it was clear it was just the young bear, she watched him disappear into the tree's and when she could no longer hear it she settled down and started to graze again.

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ＣＨＡＩ !! ❝ sorrel chestnut, three socks and blaze, 16"3 thoroughbred x warmblood ❞


I mare II seven years III heat: pregnant IV band: none V foals: none
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the heavily pregnant chestnut mare slowly made her way down to the creek, at such a young age and only her third foal, chai was quite worried about being on her own if she suddenly went into labour. what if a predator came after her? the mare's tail flicked across her side and she stopped short and gave a whisper like squeal as the unborn foal kicked in protest against her stress, apologising mentally the mare flicked her tail at the few buzzing flies and continued towards the creek, it was a fair way for a mare of her size to walk to after being hidden in the trees nearly three kilometres away, but the shallow creeks and streams running through the forests were still partly frozen, which some horses with more balance would be able to crack into, but chai became quite unbalanced during pregnancy, the unbalance was due to an injury she sustained while in the womb when a mare kicked her mother, it caused permanent bruising to the mares right hip, and sometimes during the last month of pregnancy, she often looked lame on that hind leg, without carrying the extra weight? nothing slowed this mare down. ears flicking cautiously listening to the birds in the trees, the large deer herd to her right about 800 meters away from her,a small fox and her kits mucking around in the warm spring sun and a badger walking out of his den, she wasn't to fond of badgers, they weren't exactly nice animals, but, they only became rude if one was too close, and he seemed content with her distance and left her be, getting a drink himself before returning to his den. some parts of this meadow had some snow patches, while others grass so long it passed the mares knees. with a soft nicker to her self, the mare strode through the stream onto the other side to the thick green grass and began to graze, listening to every detail around her.

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ＰＡＮＤＯＲＡ !! ❝ true black, 3 stockings and a blaze, 17"1 thoroughbred x swedish warmblood ❞


I mare II thirteen years III heat: three IV band: none V foals: none
TAGGED. whiskey, kodak


pandora flicked her black ears as she grazed, as she listened to her surroundings before her golden amber eyes settled on a pair of stallions, one a bay stallion, the other a chestnut tobiano, both young, three or four maybe, and despite their young inexperienced age, it didn't take long for them to spot her and make a move, ears flicking the true black mare snorted softly breathing in the fresh air as she lowered her head back to the green grass to graze. the thoroughbred x mare pricked her ears quickly when the stallion grew too close, she pinned them almost instantly and turned her hind quarters to him and double barreled in the stallions hip direction, she felt some connection, but she wasn't sure where, and it was a bit of a skim so maybe just a bit of fur or skin off nothing major.

her tail lashed as she trotted away a few steps staring the tobiano down for about a minute, letting him think about his approach and to 'lick his wounds' as the metaphor went, before she released a soft sigh and made her way back towards him with a soft nicker but not apologetic at all, he needed to learn from the second he met her.

with a twitch of her nose the black mare looked at the stallion, before bumping her nose against the stallion calmly, tail flicking contently she nickered softly, brushing her whiskers against his cheek before nipping playfully at his mane, he was young, this would be easy, he'd be easy to tease, to drive mad, out of control with testosterone, so easy, and with a few flicks of her tail to spread that lovely scent stallions so eagerly looked for, the mare stepped away in tease and flicked her tail against the chestnut's body and grazed off to the side contently waiting for a reaction.

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ＬＯＴＴＩＥ !! ❝ bay, 4 stockings, 16"0 mustang x arabian x appaloosa ❞


I mare II two years III heat: two IV band: none V foals: none
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ＣＡＳＳＹ !! ❝ white/grey, blaze, 4 stockings, 16"1 mustang x arabian ❞


I mare II four years III heat: four IV band: none V foals: none
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cassy is laying in a meadow by a river ( sorry no muse )

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ＡＴＨＥＮＡ !! ❝ white/grey, 16"2 thoroughbred x arabian x mustang ❞
ＲＡＶＥＮ !! ❝ black, mature 16"3 thoroughbred x arabian x mustang x warmblood ❞


I mare // filly II sixteen years // three weeks III heat: four // none IV band: none V foals: raven // none
TAGGED. nihna


athena stood calmly with her hind leg cocked over a little as she grazed beside the jet black filly who was still figuring out this whole outside the womb thing, she kept nibbling at the grass and spitting it out and then pulling at her mothers tail or watching nihna. ears flicking slightly the white mare looked towards nihna and flicked her tail snorting and nudging her filly after the blind mare, nickering to the mare in warning, nihna, the river runs fast right after the shallows, don't stray to deep she said in warning, while she cared for the mare, she wouldn't abandon raven if the mare ended up getting stuck in river rapids. she stopped a decent way from the water, not allowing raven near the waters edge, she was such a fast little filly, one second she could be by your side, the next, half way down a hill. athena nickered again, nihna was about shoulder depth, but a few more meters out and she'd get caught in the rapids, luckily the mare would be able to feel the waters movement and know which way was the right way, and of course, athena's voice had given the mare the right direction.

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ＳＨＩＬＯＨ !! ❝ palomino overo, 15"2 mustang x australian stock horse ❞


I mare II fifteen years III heat: three IV band: none V foals: charlie (will die)
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shiloh is grazing with her colt in a large meadow ( no muse for them atm )

[➸ ᥙᥒfᥲιr.groᥙᥒds]

( ♞ ) ＷＨＩＳＫＥＹ !
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i. stallion ii. standardbred x mustang iii. three years iv. solid bay v. 15'6 hh vi. no mares yet vii. tags; kodak, pandora
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whiskey gave a snort as he watched the mare teach his older brother a lesson, for once it wasn't him. though before his brother cared to notice, the true black mare's heat scent was the first thing that caught his attention. he wasn't sure why he ever bothered, his brother never gave him a chance at covering any mares. though he wasn't one not to try, he began to quickly make his way towards the mare yet was cut off but the chestnut. feeling that harsh nip to his muzzle he rose to a small rear before quickly landing in time for kodak to push him off. trotting back away from the two, giving them space. once out of reach he lowered hsi head to the soft grass grabbing a bite before rushing back up for one more try at the mare. though as usual his older brother caught him, barely but with a swift quick it was enough for him to back down. the quicker she got covered the less stalliony he'll be. making a hasty retreat away from them he contently grazed on the sweet grass.

( ♛ ) ＫＯＤＡＫ !
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i. stallion ii. mustang x QH iii. four years iv. chestnut tobiano v. 16' hh vi. no mares yet vii. tags; whiskey, pandora
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kodak's whole body flicked back as he reached the mare she warned him to give her space. he understood, pinning his ears he backed off the mare giving whatever space she desired. whilst turning around giving the dark mare her space, his dark brown eyes caught sight of his younger brother approaching the mare. he knew whiskey had caught smell of the black beauty's heat, and in warning and trotted himself towards him. his ears pinned to the max he nipped at the bay's muzzle before pushing him with his weight. seeing his brother give a hasty retreat he then returned his attention back to the dark mare. perking his ears he heard the mare's soft nicker as she approached him. he showed his full interest into the true black mare. his head slowly tossed into the hair as the mare tugged on his chesnut mane. before the long the mares heat filled his nostrils, his top lip flipped up as he took in the mares scent. he began to walk foward to begin asking the mare for permisson, before he could reach the black mare his eyes caight whiskey trying to sneak up. his ears pinned back pressing hard against the back of his head, quickly snapping around towards his brother giving him a fair warning to back down. he liked his brother, protected him for reasons. but he always made it clear that mares were his to cover. he turned his flank towards the bay barely brushing his side with a swift kick, his brother now watching from afar he moved back towards her mare.

once again the mare's heat scent filled the area, pawing at the ground he stopped abruptly. he let loose a low nicker through his lips as he tucked his head reaching the mares. deep into her heat stage, she'd want to be covered, or at least the young stallion thought. after regretting her, he began to walk behind the black beauty. stopping himself at her side, his tail swished around as he brought his muzzle towards the mares underbelly. he was asking permission if she flaunted it maybe she wanted to be rid of it.

( ♚ ) ＮＩＨＮＡ !
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i. mare ii. warmblood x standard iii. eight years iv. leopard appaloosa v. heat (2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; athena
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nihna's ears flipped every which way taking in the sounds surrounding her. the water tickled the edge of her hairs. even though blind, nihna was quite content with her way of life. or maybe she had just got so used to it, that it was normal to her by now. her ears snapped behind her as athena warned her about the rapids. heeding her warning she began to slowly turning around stepping out of the water. beneath her hooves she felt the soft grass engulfed the edge of her hooves. her spotted coat now shining in the sun as the water still rested in some places. listening for athena she heard her soft nicker, her hooves began taking her in that direction. when she felt close enough to the mare, or at least she thought she was close to her. her muzzle lowered to the sweet green grass savoring every bite.

( ❃ ) ＦＲＥＹＡ !
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i. mare ii. QH x thoroughbred iii. twelve years iv. dark bay tobiano v. heat(2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; open
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freya is trotting along the edge of a mountain...

( ✯ ) ＶＩＳＥＲＩＯＮ !
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i. mare ii. QH x mustang iii. three years iv. cremello v. heat (2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; open
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viserion well, lets just say she grazing on a hill...

[millies]

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( mare ⚛ twelve years old ⚛ heat - one ⚛ stallion -- ⚛ tags: open )
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THE GRAY MARE kept her gaze forward as she moved silently through the weeded area. Dandy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the flies taking refuge under her eyes. She lowered her head, pulling up the grasses growing at her feet. The grass was covered in a morning dew and slid down her throat with ease. The mare was tired from the long travels she had endured the previous day and her legs were strained with fatigue. She hadn't understood her reasoning for moving so quickly or so suddenly, It was as if she felt a pull to head in that specific direction. She didn't regret her decision to move, there was nothing left for her in the place she used to call home. Her tail brushed against the grasses as it swatted away flies. Her head suddenly shot up with the snapping of a branch. Her nostrils flared and her ears went straight forward attentively. She stood still, a few pieces of grass still hanging from the side of her mouth. After a while of nothing happening, the mare stepped tentatively forward. The grasses parted and revealed a small rabbit. She huffed with the slightly disappointing discovery and turned her back on the creature. She moved a little ways away from the rabbit and grazed in a small covered area by a tree.

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( mare ⚛ seven years old ⚛ heat - two ⚛ stallion -- ⚛ tags: open )
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THE THOROUGHBRED MARE relaxed with her head drooped near a small river. She was concealed between the trees surrounding the bank and she deemed this a safe area for some much needed sleep. Her nap was interrupted prematurely by the loud cawing of a raven up ahead. Her ears pinned in irritation and she quickly moved away from the noise. As she trotted away, she listened to the sounds around her, trying to pinpoint any signs of danger. She was vulnerable by herself, like any other mare would be without a band stallion, and she knew that. Almost instinctively she released a high-pitched whinny, but no horse responded. She huffed and pulled up a mouthful of grass. Her tail swatted away flies and kept them at bay as she chewed the weeds in her mouth. Sunlight warmed her bay coat and highlighted her muscles hiding beneath the surface.

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( mare ⚛ nine years old ⚛ heat - three ⚛ stallion -- ⚛ tags: imp )
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THE APPALOOSA was unsure about the stallion. She hadn't seen a horse act the way he did since she lived with humans. Her ears turned attentively, her eyes watching the dark bay with caution. He didn't seem threatening in the least, though she knew very well that appearances can be deceiving. She took a few steps back at his forward strides. She stood silently for a few minutes, just observing him. She very hesitantly and slowly reached her head forward to take a small sniff of the stallion. She listened to his voice, her eyes searching for any tell-away signs of aggression. "Just Peach is fine," She responded, blinking away troublesome flies near her eyes. She swayed her tail, spreading her scent and getting rid of flies hovering over her rump. She was still pretty close to the stallion, close enough she could reach out and touch him if she so wished. She took a few steps away from the stallion and settled near a nice patch of grass. She kept her gaze locked on the stallion, but slowly dipped her head down and pulled up some chunks of grass. She was putting some trust in the strange stallion as she filled her stomach at the same time.

[w0ah]

❝ SAOIRSE ! „
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| seersha | i. mare ii. eight y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage two v. no herd or stallion vi. tagged muratti
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iiindentSAOIRSE whipped at her flank with her long, black tail, causing her skin to jolt at the sting it brought. she curved her neck and flashed an annoyed lip at the flies, snorting as she began to nibble the itchiest spots along her coat. oh spring, what a wonderful season it is──bringing back these viciously aggressive flies that so faithfully return each year to suck the blood out of her! sure, the mare could be a little sour sometimes, though she was glad to have the warmth back as it had been gone for so long. the cold was refreshing, yes, but maybe only for the first couple of weeks──after that, the any further it dropped the more unpleasant it became. not only that, but food became scare, and so often it left her scrounging for anything in the undergrowth. not to mention being alone all this time, making the struggle even worse to endure. how had she made it? oh, well only from the eight years of experience under her belt. past years weren't so fortunate for the mare, but she had learned the tricks of the trade once reaching a more mature age. although, saoirse had to admit it, these past few winters had been rough on her body and soul. perhaps she's have to fix that this year around, find a group to settle among so as to lessen the damage being solitary could bring.

iiindentstraightening herself, the mustang picked-up her hooves into a trot, the gait shortened and flighty. she hadn't planned to go far from her current position, only a few paces or so, but she soon found it quite pleasant and exhilarating, in a way, to trample through the meadow as though a foal kicking their hooves in the dirt for the first time. the mare swung her nose into the air and extended the gate into a canter, snorting pleasantly as the breeze blew through her unkempt mane. saoirse basked in the sun casting warmth onto her pelt, the breeze billowing through lightly, and the grasses tickling her underneath. seeing an opening to a separated meadow on the other side of an outcrop of trees and shrubbery, the mare pushed herself on jumped over a trench in her way and into the clearing. there, she paused, suddenly spotting another form among the grasses. not meaning to seem so surprised, she quickly slowed into a treading walk and lowered her head low, as though in a way to hide herself. who had she mistakenly come across? she still could not identify them completely, though the scent wafting in the breeze indicated they must be a mare──saoirse was thankful for spring, now, at this moment, just because it was clearly easier to identify these individuals now than it may be before.

iiindentshe picked-up her hooves, again, to move closer to this unknown figure. though, being cautious not to impede their personal space, she closed in at a reasonable distance to peer at them in thought. the mare shook her head gently, casting the hairs of her mane in a flying mess from one side to the other, and let out a murmuring nicker. hopefully she'd caught their attention, and maybe they'd be friendly enough to reply.

❝ AOIFE ! „
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| mave | i. mare ii. ten y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage one v. no herd or stallion vi. tagged hawk
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iiindentMAEBH bore her eyes into the horizon, glaring as though she'd been shooting lasers from her eyes──when, truly, the mare was just deep in thought, over something that really hadn't deserved the time of day to occupy her mind. at her legs, the long and green grasses of the meadow glided across her skin, leaving a pleasant tickling sensation. soon these grasses would run dry from the sun, yellowed and worn. it was wise to feast on these grasses now, while they are fresh and green, sweet and tender to chew and swallow. in fact, maebh worked on a clump hanging from her lips now, though it was slow and lazy as she had been lost in the many thoughts racing──what was she thinking about anyway? well, for one, she was thinking of her companions she'd lost over the winter. like herself, these mares were older, much older though, and winter began to bare a more harmful impact on the ladies as they aged. however, losing these life-long friends was hard on the usually distant and reclusive mare──although she was never very compassionate, their company was what kept her going each and every day, and they also helped to keep her alive when times were rough. now, without anyone, it was as though there was no purpose to any actions maebh took.

iiindenteven so, the mare's desire to join a herd was nearly nonexistent. she had already evaded the advances of a few pesky stallions just over the short time that spring had been around, but, no matter how low her heat was, maebh knew it would rise with the ongoing times of the year──it was a natural and instinctual process of their species for a mare's heat to fluctuate, and perhaps rise when they are in the proximity of hormonal stallions. however, even with all of this knowledge that the mustang mare held over this, she still was far from interested in pursuing it. she knew winter would be tough, even fatal without her former companions, but she was ready to face fate whenever it came upon her. at her age of ten years, she'd still have a few more to go before the risks would increase──and then, maybe then, she'd consider the fate she avoided now. without
another thought, maebh retracted her eyes from the brightening sky and returned the chewing the few grasses still hanging between her teeth.

iiindenthours passed and the sun was now higher in the sky now, casting a warmth over the mare's dark pelt. it was now hot, more than the mustang had expected it to become, and she felt the need to escape it for a few moments before returning to her regular grazing. raising her nose from the grasses, she perked an ear toward a small clump of trees and shrubbery, examining the location for any dangers that lurk within. although she knew this clump was too small to house any predators, it was always of her nature to be cautious of anything, even the smallest of things. with some reassurance at the tweeting of a finch, roosted high in the upper branches of a tree, she turned and began sluggishly walking her way toward it. the movement was a slow process, yes, but maebh had no desire to rush. she only wanted to rest in the shade for a few moment or so before returning to graze. once under this tree, though, the mare found herself in another predicament──it seemed another individual, not too far off, was also about grazing in the field. how had she not seen this horse? unsure of what to do, since she had just reached this source of shade, the mare lowered her head accordingly and tried to keep as low of a profile among the grasses, as though not to attract the attention of this horse. nevermind if it was a male or female, she was just not interested in all of the trouble. the shade also helped to disguise her among the dark, as her dark coloring was easy to hide, and she remained still, silent. with an eyes always on this figure, and an ear pricked their way, she returned to grazing from the few grasses beneath the grove of trees.

[dilly]

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lone mare | 5 | mustang mix | tags ; saoirse

Spring was magnificent – it caused an explosion of bright leaves in the branches of every tree, it made a radiant pearly blue of the sky, and the grass was once more long and sweet, ruffled by cool, gentle breezes. A nearly perfect season, though as the gray mare grazed her way through the quiet meadow, she knew she could think up just as many reasons to enjoy every other season. Summer: the days were endless, her muscles surged with burning energy, and the night sky was spilled through with stars. Winter? Heaps of snow to bound through, and the chilling cold, yes; but it did not last forever. Winter was violent and ruthless, that lesson had quickly been impressed upon her, but she did not trouble herself with that reality, or any other. It was simply the way things were. And, tending to be unaffiliated with any one band for any significant amount of time, she did not suffer the same despair that closely-bonded horses seemed to. There was pain in losing a friend, it was true, but what was to be done of it now? Spring’s bounty unfolded before her, and with her head down in the forage and her tail whisking idly at her dappled flanks, she would not allow her mind to be weighed down. There was always something in the day to appreciate.

The sun rested heavily on her silvered coat, the rich light bringing out tinges of red in her otherwise charcoal mane. Both her mane and her tail were short, a fact that came in handy when it came to keeping relatively well-groomed, and her frame was lean. The muscles she did carry spoke to her mustang heritage, her legs quick and strong and her head a solid curve. That head came up suddenly, snapped to attention as a distinct scent threaded through the breeze. A mare – someone unfamiliar to her. Both fluted ears came up, the fine hair on their edges shining auburn in the light. Her eyes set to work scanning her surroundings: expectant, but absent of fear. She was confident she could run from a stallion, if need be, and if the stranger was not receptive to a possible companion, she would simply return to grazing. This could only be true for so long, Muratti knew; eventually her craving for company and adventure would overpower her.

Taking a curious step forward, her nostrils flared wide on her pink-and-gray spotted muzzle, it was only a moment longer before she spotted the mare who had first spotted her. It must be so – the tall lass was already approaching, a thick, dark mane tangled across her neck. She was well-built, robust and yet lovely, her coat seeming to shine gold in the open light. Muratti held herself still, head high and ears perked forward, and she only needed to catch the mare’s greeting nicker before she was hastening a step forward, eager to close the distance. Her own warm nicker was tumbling free as she neared the older mare, and she tossed her head in a brief show of delight. Then she was extending her head forward, the star between her eyes tracing a narrow path down the bridge of her nose before opening into a white splash around both nostrils. She curiously studied the mare’s scent, mingling her own between them, and then she drew her head back, mindful not to blunder into an overbearing introduction. “You look like a spirit of these plains, carved right out of the earth,” she decided aloud, taking in the mare’s thick, sturdy form, and her tousled black mane, as if she’d crossed over in a hurry from one realm right into the next.


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stallion | 15 | mustang mix | tags ; maebh

He was beginning to doubt if winter was ever anything but disaster – it always took from him, and it seemed that each time he had nearly succeeded in building back up what he lost, winter demanded once more. Spring and summer were always so fleeting, in his experience, and brief, perfect autumn, when the winds were crisp against his graying coat and the grasses were at their sweetest, as if they knew the end was near? It did not last. Then the snows, and deadly, invisible ice; he could not bear to think of it. Mares fared the worst, and the foals, too -- they hardly stood a chance. If there was justice in it, the proud stud could not understand, and as the years wore on, and his bitterness took deeper root, he had little desire to. To devote so much time and effort into establishing a secure band, and ensuring the mares were well cared for, and the long wait to witness the miracle of a healthy foal – only to have it so quickly snatched away. Winter’s callous grip was nothing compared to the blank pain of a foal lost at birth. Of this injustice he knew plenty, and his brooding brain was leaning toward those dark memories before he whipped his head, teeth scraping in frustration at a phantom twinge in his roan flank. Memories would do little for him now.

Bringing his heavy head back around, dark eyes roaming the stretch of fields that lay open in nearly every direction, he ground his teeth together in grim concentration. Mares; he would need mares. It was the same deal he brokered with fate each and every spring, and he could not deny that at times he grew weary. Not of the chase, and never of the families he helped create, but of the inevitable heartbreak. He loved his mares, and that he could not change. He grew attached to them, and he wished for nothing more than their contentment and safety, though he could never truly offer them protection, not when the universe itself was out, at times, to harm them. Fire, famine, blizzard, sickness; the gods’ wealth of destruction never ran dry. And Hawk carried on, keeping in his heart the memories he was allowed.

Then, as if to taunt him, a familiar scent unexpectedly feathered by his nostrils. His ears came together on top of his head and he stilled his anxious teeth, listening, and then sampling the breeze with flared nostrils. It wasn’t possible. It was not a scent he had known for years, if he remembered it at all. Was he awake? He turned his head to blink carefully at the horizon, and then at the copse of trees the strange scent seemed to have eddied from. Perhaps he was wrong about the scent, but there was certainly a shape there, hidden in the deep shadows of the trees. Hawk’s muscles stiffened beneath his lilac coat, and his eyes hardened as he worked to pierce the darkness. This he could not do, and so he began to make his way forward, his stocky build confidently parting the grass before him. His thick tail lifted the slightest bit, and an arch began to round through his neck as he came upon the slinking figure. A mare, he was certain now, and her dark hide nearly disappeared in the forgiving depth of the shade. Then he stopped short, his head coming up and his nostrils flaring once more. There was that scent, and its familiar warmth flooded his chest before he could fully identify it. He knew that star and snip. And those eyes, secrets shimmering like fool’s gold, lovely and belonging to no one. His own eyes suddenly cleared, as if a heavy cloud had just passed across the face of the sun, and his nostrils trembled with a near-silent whicker. For a moment more he held his ground, straining to keep from frightening her, ears locked forward and eyes beginning to shine with understanding.

He did know this mare, and because his body knew more than his logical brain, his tail frisked at his hocks and his rigid muscles relaxed. His face softened and he took a step closer, upper lip twitching in anticipation. Her name rumbled from his barrel before he could think, and it was not a question; he was certain now, his voice low and gracious. “Maebh.”


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lone mare | 9 | APH/warmblood mix | tags ; open!

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ＩＭＰ !! ❝ dark bay tobiano, 16"3, kwpn x mustang ❞


I stallion II fourteen years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. peach


imp took note of her caution, yet he wasn't surprised, he wasn't exactly inviting to look at, like any older stallion, he had scars covering several parts of his body, not large ones, just battle scars, he was tall, and his patterned coat made him look deceivingly bigger. however when she turned to graze he raised his brow at her, ears flicking calmly
he too, in turn moved to graze, taking in her name, peach, how sweet, the way she said it though, made it seem there was more to her name, but he wasn't one for formalities, if he was, he would have introduced himself as imperial darkness, which made him even more intimidating, who names their foal imperial darkness? well long story short, imp was born on a stormy night, the lightning was ridiculous and the thunder was horrendous, now his mother had been set on the name imperial, imperial came from his sire, who's name was royal fighter, or something along those lines, it had royal or royalty in it, imp never payed much attention, so to carry on some part of his sires name, his dam called him imperial, but on that night he earned the name darkness, and imp was what his sister called him, to annoy him, but after about two years everyone was calling him imp as it was so much easier than calling him imperial, and in time he came to prefer it, it was short and easy to remember, so he stuck to it.

with a flick of his tail he looked to the chestnut mare and twitched his nose a second, before connecting the dots about her behaviour, wild mares tended to be either very forward with a stallion, or very skittish, she seemed to be neither your one of them aren't you he asked, very forward with how he spoke, not delicate about it in the slightest, one of mens horses i mean he spoke again, the same tone as before, calm, i've heard about you mares, men set you loose to bring in stallions herds, easier than coming after us that way he said noting that she wore the mans mark, a brand (if she doesn't have a brand ignore this sentence) unless you have just managed to escape he said calmly and pinned his ears slightly as he outstretched his muzzle to take in her scent, which is a possibility seeing as you just smell like a mare and not man or his dog he muttered to himself mostly before he took a few steps away, sceptical about this mare now he was ready to leave her, however for now he would hear her out, but it better be good, he wouldn't fall for mans mare again, he had once and lost his whole herd, he managed to separate from the group, and watched from afar as his mares and progeny were separated and sent to slaughter or sold to the highest bidder. none were set free. that was about six years ago now.

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ＪＯＫＥＲ !! ❝ sorrel chestnut, four stockings, star and stripe, 16"1 thoroughbred x arabian ❞


I stallion II four years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. phoenix, open


joker flicked grazed beside twin half brother and snorted softly, ears flicking he walekd towards him and playfully flicked his ears back at him before nipping at his flank, all he got at first was a lifted leg and a lash of his tail, but after a moment when he nipped again, then again, enticing his brother into a play spar, the golden stallion snorted and half reared, twisting his neck to bite at his brothers chest. the duo exchanged rears, bucks, kicks, nips and bites at one another, before joker, the faster of the two of them broke into a gallop towards the river, both slowing to a sliding stop and turning into one another half rearing before phoenix sent a kick to jokers hip, this one a little bit more painful than usual, he pinned his ears and retaliated by lunging at his brother and biting hard taking off a bit of skin from the palomino. ears pinned the duo separated a bit and began to graze by themselves.

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ＰＨＯＥＮＩＸ !! ❝ palomino, blaze and two stockings, 16"0 thoroughbred x arabian ❞


I stallion II four years III mares: none IV foals: none
TAGGED. joker, open


phoenix grazed calmly, keeping an eye on his surroundings, when his twin brother suddenly came towards him trying to entice him into play, phoenix pinned his ears and flicked his tail at his brother ignoring him for a little while until his nips became irritating and with a sharp snort he turned and twisted himself around to bite his brothers chest. as the two mucked around in a play spar, he suddenly found himself galloping behind his brother, kicking up his heels as he stretched himself out faster trying to keep up with his brother until he found himself sliding to a stop and rearing beside his brother, at one of his brothers nips, phoenix spun and kicked out, a hoof skimming over the chestnuts hip, a sharp bite from the stallion caused pheonix to jump away ears pinned, the sting over the new graze irritating but with a huff, he grazed just to the side of his brother.

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ＭＩＡ !! ❝ bay, 3 stockings, star and snip, 14"3 crabit arabian ❞


I mare II twelve years III heat: three IV band: none V foals: none
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the little bay mare grazed in the forrest, the tree's hiding her body quite easily other than the more red tinge to her body than the trees, the grass wasn't quite as long in here, and it was much colder, so much so that there was still snow sitting in some patches, the creeks still a bit frozen in some spots. mia grazed calmly by one of the larger tree's and walked into a very small opening, barley 30 meter perimeter. but it was warmer than in the tree's.

all of a sudden a large groaning growl erupted in the tree's she quickly became alert and flagged her tail straight up as she looked for the predator. it was a young brown bear, maybe a year old and without it's mother, she looked for any other's but when it was clear it was just the young bear, she watched him disappear into the tree's and when she could no longer hear it she settled down and started to graze again.

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ＣＨＡＩ !! ❝ sorrel chestnut, three socks and blaze, 16"3 thoroughbred x warmblood ❞


I mare II seven years III heat: pregnant IV band: none V foals: none
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the heavily pregnant chestnut mare slowly made her way down to the creek, at such a young age and only her third foal, chai was quite worried about being on her own if she suddenly went into labour. what if a predator came after her? the mare's tail flicked across her side and she stopped short and gave a whisper like squeal as the unborn foal kicked in protest against her stress, apologising mentally the mare flicked her tail at the few buzzing flies and continued towards the creek, it was a fair way for a mare of her size to walk to after being hidden in the trees nearly three kilometres away, but the shallow creeks and streams running through the forests were still partly frozen, which some horses with more balance would be able to crack into, but chai became quite unbalanced during pregnancy, the unbalance was due to an injury she sustained while in the womb when a mare kicked her mother, it caused permanent bruising to the mares right hip, and sometimes during the last month of pregnancy, she often looked lame on that hind leg, without carrying the extra weight? nothing slowed this mare down. ears flicking cautiously listening to the birds in the trees, the large deer herd to her right about 800 meters away from her,a small fox and her kits mucking around in the warm spring sun and a badger walking out of his den, she wasn't to fond of badgers, they weren't exactly nice animals, but, they only became rude if one was too close, and he seemed content with her distance and left her be, getting a drink himself before returning to his den. some parts of this meadow had some snow patches, while others grass so long it passed the mares knees. with a soft nicker to her self, the mare strode through the stream onto the other side to the thick green grass and began to graze, listening to every detail around her.

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ＰＡＮＤＯＲＡ !! ❝ true black, 3 stockings and a blaze, 17"1 thoroughbred x swedish warmblood ❞


I mare II thirteen years III heat: three IV band: none V foals: none
TAGGED. whiskey, kodak


pandora very seriously considering kicking the colt in the head for asking for permission, but at the same time, she quite liked the look of him, perhaps a foal from him next year wouldn't be such a bad thing, and with a flick of her tail the mare granted the stallion his wishes and steadied herself.

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when the stallion dismounted, the mare pinned her ears at him and cocked her hind leg in warning, ready to fire at any second if he didn't move out from behind her. but for a moment, her eyes fell on the younger bay colt, staring at him curiously, her tail flicking contently, she wasn't one to drive a wedge between the two, and would be quite content if the younger stallion hung around, she was one for respect, and if the two young males respected one another she'd allow it, of course, stallions were stallions, and respect wasn't easy to come by during spring, but she was curious maybe, if the two would stay together? create a herd between the two of them, and understanding, though, that never happened with older stallions, ever, it was just wrong, youngsters sometimes stuck together for a few years until the testosterone really kicked in and then the fights really begun and separation started, usually like any other fight, the two youngsters would fight and the winner would take all the mares they'd claimed, while the loser, left with nothing, or if he was lucky, try and steal a mare on his way out.
she watched the bay curiously before releasing a sigh and lowering her nose to graze, one ear on the tobiano behind her incase he tried to demand anything from her.

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ＬＯＴＴＩＥ !! ❝ bay, 4 stockings, 16"0 mustang x arabian x appaloosa ❞


I mare II two years III heat: two IV band: none V foals: none
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ＣＡＳＳＹ !! ❝ white/grey, blaze, 4 stockings, 16"1 mustang x arabian ❞


I mare II four years III heat: four IV band: none V foals: none
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cassy is laying in a meadow by a river ( sorry no muse )

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ＡＴＨＥＮＡ !! ❝ white/grey, 16"2 thoroughbred x arabian x mustang ❞
ＲＡＶＥＮ !! ❝ black, mature 16"3 thoroughbred x arabian x mustang x warmblood ❞


I mare // filly II sixteen years // three weeks III heat: four // none IV band: none V foals: raven // none
TAGGED. nihna


athena stood beside her filly and watched as nihna took the warning and left the water, she pressed her nose against the spotted mares coat as she passed her and followed her a little and stopped a few strides from her to graze, raven on the other hand was trying to find something to do, this eating grass thing just didn't work for her yet, perhaps.... maybe nihna's tail? the filly walked up to the mare and nickered sweetly to her in warning, her mother always said 'make sure you nicker to nihna before you get too close' she never understood why, but raven was a good girl, and did as she was told, see, raven hadn't yet figured out that nihna was blind, and didn't realise her mothers rule was to protect her from nihna getting a fright and kicking her, so, on every approach, the filly released a soft nicker of 'i'm here' so nihna knew where she was, she walked straight under the spotted mares belly, there was no smell of milk coming from the mare, so raven had no desire to try to nurse, besides, her mother was just there, she looked at nihna's tail and nibbled at it, working her way up the dock and pulling at a few strands, maybe too hard as she spat a couple out upon letting her tail go, she got a stern look from her dam and sukily, raven returned to her mother, with a big yawn the youngster buckled her knees and curled up under her mothers hind legs, drifting into a sleep quite quickly.

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ＳＨＩＬＯＨ !! ❝ palomino overo, 15"2 mustang x australian stock horse ❞


I mare II fifteen years III heat: four IV band: none V foals: charlie (will die)
TAGGED. odin


shiloh grazed at the grass around her knees where she lay, her colt, charlie was fooling around a little way of, but she wasn't exactly worried about him, she couldn't see or hear any danger and so was content with the colt playing. her ears twitched as a few flies buzzed around her ears, her body twitching as each fly landed. while spring was great, and not as bad as summer for it's flies, they were still very irritating after no bugs at all during the harsh winter.

the palomino overo mare twitched her ears forwards, pulling them so far together their tips almost touched, a rocky sound, perhaps tumbling rocks? just little stones falling down an edge, but it was enough to grab her attention, in a heartbeat, the amre was on her feet and by her colts side looking around, it didn't take long for her to find the rocky ravine that she barley three hours ago had walked down herself to get to this spot, there she could see a large chestnut stallion making his way down, rather recklessly she might say, she pinned her ears at first but watched him curiously, she was no fool, she needed a stallion for protection, she was worried for charlie, not many stallions allowed colts from other stallions into their herd. her ears flattened against her skull and she struck the air with her fore leg before stepping in front of the little pale colt, watching the stallion curiously, at the same time however, her heat was tugging at her to breed, and right now? that was just as important as protecting charlie. with a flick of her tail she relaxed her stance just a little bit, still ready to run if need be, but almost allowing the stallion permission to come closer. she watched him curiously, her ears strained forwards on him, her nostrils slightly flared and her eyes glued to him, she had to admit, he was quite dashing, wouldn't make a bad foal that's for sure.

(if you want odin to take charlie out that's fine c: otherwise i'll just have him die in a few posts c: )

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❝ SAOIRSE ! „
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| seersha | i. mare ii. eight y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage two v. no herd or stallion vi. tagged muratti
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iiindentSAOIRSE stood in silence as the mare whom she had approached, a bit darker in color, finally rose to attention and advanced, rather suddenly, in response to her own welcoming nicker. the mustang extended her muzzle to meet that of their own, watching in amusement at their enthusiastic display, like of that of a filly, and flared her nostrils attentively. the younger mare drew back, revealing her youthfulness with flighty, jolting movements, and began to speak with such a bubbly passion. immediately, saoirse found herself chuckling with amusement at their words, shaking her head in response to such a statement. "why, thank you." the mare voiced in reply, still hinting at bits of laughter. "you flatter me." she joked. her eyes scanned the fellow mare's frame, suddenly feeling herself relax as though their positively friendly attitude and introduction was enough to ensure their passiveness.

iiindent"my name is saoirse." the buckskin stated smoothly. "and how about you?" she inquired. swishing her tail to and fro in a pleasant rhythm, she scanned the area they stood with a smile forming on her lips. spring had overtaken this meadow, covered every inch of it in green and the entire array of colors from the flowers and buds springing up from the ground and trees all about. "what a beautiful day it is! do you like spring?" she added on, ears swiveling about as they listened to the songs of tweeting and twittering birds all about, adding a particular pleasantry to the already beautiful scenery.

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| ee-fa | i. mare ii. six y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage three v. no herd or stallion vi. no tags/mentions
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❝ MAEBH ! „
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| mave | i. mare ii. ten y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage one v. no herd or stallion vi. tagged hawk
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iiindentMAEBH hadn't expected what occurred next, nor had she very well prepared for it. in her nature, it was usual for her to avoid any contact with those she was unfamiliar with, and to those that may try and frighten this stoic mare. she'd easily turn a flank to them and skin their nose with her aimed hoof, and she'd just as easily bolt if the occasion so called for it. though, for some oddest reason──for some aching desire that lingered deep within the most farthest depths and grooves of the mare's being──maebh found herself frozen in her placement as she merely watched, with her brown orbs gazing into their own, as they advanced rather hastily in her direction. at first she found herself surprised that they had spotted her in the shadows where she blended nearly perfectly, though she quickly realized her mistake as a particular breeze blew downwind in their direction, most easily carrying her scent toward this individual. and, if they did happen to be a stallion, her scent would jolt their attention almost instantly, with no hesitation, thus leading to her eminent doom──how had she ever been so ignorant to assume she'd be able to avoid all contact with other horses for so long?

iiindentstaring intently, the mustang mare rose her head slightly from the grasses as though testing this individual in how close they would actually come. her muscles tensed, body standing almost completely still, and eyes unwavering──not a sound, not even that familiar finches tune, would break this silence. finally, the roan halted in their advance and allowed just a few moments of time for maebh to reconsider her thoughts. her nostrils flared gently, taking in his own scent with a daring curiosity that then deciphered him into a category the mare absolutely avoided──stallion. already the mare began to devise a plan on how she'd escape this situation easily, in the breeze, as though she'd never even stood there beneath the overhanging trees. and if he'd attempt some kind of silliness, she'd prepare to kick her hind-legs from underneath and direct them into his awaiting features, landing a nasty blow that would surely leave him dazed for a few moments or so, enough to buy the mare some time to flee. all she could prepare in these few moments of silence was her plan to run, to escape this stallion, though something would soon come between that inward notion and what would soon overcome her.

iiindenther name came smoothly from his lips, murmured gently like a coo to a foal, like the breeze blowing in her mane, like water rippling over stones. how? was all she could comprehend in that second of utter silence. maebh rose her head further from the ground, leveling their eyes as best she could with his own in a certain confusion. how? her eyes locked onto his, scanning his form in a piercing glare, all the while building her mixed anxiousness and confusion and fear, all beginning to stir into a complete mess of anger, distraught frustration──then suddenly, she remembered. could that really be him? he, standing before her now, was the same colt she'd met all those years ago? the mare felt herself completely loosen in a bewilderment, her eyes relaxing into a widened stare as she, too, stood in awe of whom she had found herself among once more. then, she released her own reply, in a breath so faint it was easy to miss; "hawk."

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lone mare | 5 | mustang mix | tags ; saoirse

It was always impossible to know with a fellow mare, moody as they were – instant friend or instant foe? Or would she be one of those who must be drawn out, whose trust and affections must be earned? For Muratti it was not cause for worry; she would determine, within the next few moments, how to proceed with this particular mare. The buckskin was a bit older, that much she could tell by the way her matured muscles fit to her bones, as well as her thoughtful eye. She could not keep her own eyes off that dark, tangled mane, and she stepped in closer with a bright smile, her tail flicking in thought behind her. It was a lovely name that slipped from the buckskin’s muzzle, and Muratti rolled it about on her own tongue before speaking it back. A pretty title for a pretty-coated mare, and she would happily entertain the possibility that there was a kind heart within, to match. “I’m Muratti, or just plain Mura,” she returned warmly, feeling the fullness of her gratitude at having a companion to share the meadow with. Traveling alone was tolerable, but good company would always be preferable.

Reaching her nose forward, the gray mare bumped a touch to the buckskin’s neck, resting there only a moment before reeling her head back with a playful squeal. She had been given no indication that this stranger would react aggressively, though she allowed the space to briefly exist between them just in case she was wrong. Out of instinct more than anything else, and then another nicker was bubbling free as she brought her inquisitive lips to the mare’s tangled mane. Testing the rough texture, she nibbled at the coarse strands companionably before lifting her head and turning her own gaze out over the fields. Lively birdsong added to the illuminated feeling of the spring day, as if everything were not glowing brightly enough already. “Oh, I love spring,” she assured the mare cheerfully, sweeping in the beauty of the land before bringing her dancing eyes back to Saoirse. “You’re wandering alone out here?” she inquired, puzzled as to how such a formidable mare had gone unclaimed, particularly on such a lush spring day – one that stallions elsewhere were surely taking full advantage of. “Not that I blame you.”


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stallion | 15 | mustang mix | tags ; maebh

Hearing his own name spoken back to him hit the roan stud like a well-placed kick to the chest, and he took a half-step back, as if this revelation could not be trusted. How could it be? How could he, of all horses on the plains, be granted such a stroke of luck? And the way his memory flared back to vivid life, like the meadows of days past were still full of rib-high grass, tickling his round, prancing belly. Long, gangly legs, knock-kneed, his mane short and scant. And his favored companion, darker than him, and darker, even now, than the sky well after dusk. She was as beautiful now in the shade as she ever had been before, when his impatient, distracted eyes had chased everything and anything. He had been fast, but she had been faster – had he let her win those ancient races? It felt like it had been ages since those days, when it took the sun hours and hours to climb the full length of the sky. Days now dissolved so quickly, and he had grown older in the blink of an eye. The world wove together such intricate worries for him, as aggravatingly sturdy as a bird’s nest, and then just as easily swept it all away, granting him a gift as precious as this.

Her voice came so softly that he might have missed it, had his ears not been locked forward and his own breath suspended in his chest. Then it was released, a long exhale shuddering free as he lowered his head. Then he was shaking out his mane, as if he might clear his thoughts, and his eyes roved over the mare’s frame, from her solid, sound hooves all the way back up to her cupped ears and intent gaze. She’d always had a powerful stare, and had he not recognized her, and approached as any wily, cocky stud, he might have taken pause. She was admirably built and looked, to Hawk’s marveling eye, as though she had persevered through winter fair enough. Here she stood now, with her raven-black coat and wonderfully thick mane, and he blew out a sharp breath to redirect his fawning thoughts. One foreleg came up as he considered closing the distance between them, and then came back down as he decided against it, instead pawing at the ground with his conflicted impulses. She had always been independent and solitary, two traits he shared and could respect, and he restrained himself to another quiet, rumbling nicker. “You’ve outrun time as easily as you used to outrun me,” he murmured, and it was true, he believed, as he took in her shining coat, and remained ever aware of his own graying hide. As his grave eyes continued to determine the reality of her body, delineating her shape from the shadows, thinking at any moment she might vanish like smoke, he could not resist the urge to make contact. Something, anything, and he brought himself in closer, touching his red muzzle gently to her jaw. His chest surged with a sudden, undeniable sensation of something primal, something right, and he did not wish to lose it, that proud arch returning to his neck as her scent pooled in his nostrils. “It is a surprise to see you, my friend.”


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lone mare | 9 | APH/warmblood mix | tags ; open!

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( ♞ ) ＷＨＩＳＫＥＹ !
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i. stallion ii. standardbred x mustang iii. three years iv. solid bay v. 15'6 hh vi. no mares yet vii. tags; kodak, pandora
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whiskey noticed the black mare had been covered, he hooves began taking him in their direction. maybe now that she was covered and claimed by his older chestnut brother he'd allow him back near the two. the two have had a tight bond from his own birth but he knew this wouldn't long. seeing his brother get the urge to build his herd way quicker than himself he realized how short their bachelor times would end. though it never stopped him, he stopped short of the two making his presence known by his brother hoping his testosterone dropped down. getting the chestnuts stamp of approval he headed straight towards the mare. though she was already covered by the tobaiano maybe he could swoon her for a chance. a nicker escaping his lips as he neared her. by now the black mare could already tell what whiskey was interested in, he had only hoped she accepted. either way he knew the consequences were going to come from kodak.

( ♛ ) ＫＯＤＡＫ !
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i. stallion ii. mustang x QH iii. four years iv. chestnut tobiano v. 16' hh vi. pandora vii. tags; whiskey, pandora
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kodak's dismounted the black beauty gently. pinning his head he turned opposite from the mare heeding her warning. this being only his second mare covered, as his first colt was killed by an older band stallion. slowly but surely he would build his herd up, though believing he got lucky with finding a mature mare instead of a filly as inexperienced at whiskey. even after the mare had given him warning to back off, he inched closer with steadiness. his instinct for protecting the mare was on, he wasn't sure why. maybe it was from the incident of his first foal. now he didn't want to leave the dark mare's side, proud he had a mare to call his own. and hopefully more soon. approaching the mare slowly from her side he gave a nicker softer than the grass beneath him. though he was a stallion, he told himself his mares would always come first, if she didn't want his company he'd back off. he would stick around her out of her area if she didn't want him near.

catching sight of his bay brother approaching, he felt no threat considering he had just covered the mare. surprisingly the black beauty didn't refuse but he wasn't complaining. his attention on his brother he let out a deep whinny showing he wasn't a threat anymore. he dropped his head to graze amongst his newly founded herd, though small it was still his.

( ♚ ) ＮＩＨＮＡ !
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i. mare ii. warmblood x standard iii. eight years iv. leopard appaloosa v. heat (2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; athena
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nihna's tail blended ever so pefectly matching her spotted coat. cocking her hind leg, her eyes halfway open as she relaxed, she felt safe. the mare trusted athena with everything she had to give, she had to. athena took her under her wing when many others rejected taking off leaving her to fend for her own. snapping out of her thoughs a feint soft nicker reached her ears from beside her, recognizing it as the little filly raven she answered with a low content sounding nicker. her tail swiping at ever fly that dared landing on her, all the while her bottom lip hung loose. her ears shot behind her as she could feel the filly's coat skimming against her underbelly, she didn't mind as long as raven always warned her. she worried a lot about kicking the filly if just once she forgot to to give her warning before entering her space, though with athena as her mother she had hoped it wouldn't happen seeing how she cares for her foals and made it this far. her tail being tugged at, again she didn't mind until she felt a few come loose. giving a short snort her cocked leg now placed flat on the ground. she wasn't threatening the filly but merely telling her she felt it. hearing departing little hooves she took note the filly must've retreated to her mother, shaking any dirt off in her mane she thrashed it quite harshly before lowering herself onto the ground. her back leg laid stretched out as again her eyes were only half-way open.

( ❃ ) ＦＲＥＹＡ !
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i. mare ii. QH x thoroughbred iii. twelve years iv. dark bay tobiano v. heat(2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; open
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freya is trotting along the edge of a mountain...

( ✯ ) ＶＩＳＥＲＩＯＮ !
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i. mare ii. QH x mustang iii. three years iv. cremello v. heat (2) vi. no stallion vii. tags; open
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viserion well, lets just say she's grazing on a hill...