ＦＲＥＥＤＯＭ -- open and accepting

[buckskin.]

❖ 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚈 ❖
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16 years 15.1 hh grey anglo x ?? mare||loner w/filly||stallion open||tags; lilith, open||mentions; Viserion.||heat (one)

The grey mare paused, mouth half full of grass when she caught an unfamiliar scent on the gentle breeze. Although they appeared decently far from her, the cautious mare moved to wake her roan filly, nudging the tiny creature until she lifted her petite head. Urging the sleepy filly to stand, the grey pushed her with her chest. She didn't know who this other horse was, but she was not in the mood to find out and had the urge to move on. Perhaps its another mare she considered, weighing the idea for a moment before calming, if it was, she wasn't exactly in immediate danger and could relax a little. Although she did want to join a herd, her loner tendencies always made her think twice but if this horse was in fact a mare, the interaction couldn't be all bad. Deciding that the sun had become too hot, Epiphany started her way towards a large tree, the shade looked ever so inviting and the grass looked nice for picking.

❖ 𝙻𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙷 ❖
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2 month m.15.2 hh red roan anglo x ?? filly||loner w/dam||stallion; --||tags; epiphany, open||mentions; none

The filly rose restlessly, yet being somewhat stuck in her sleepy trance, she stayed grounded until her dam urged her to get up. It was instinct, she could feel her mothers anxiety and awkwardly made her way to her feet, her long baby legs making it difficult for her to find her footing securely. Perhaps she should be better at this by now, she was no longer a newborn but in her sleep entranced state, it was miraculous that she has even managed the task. After a moment of gaining consciousness, Lilith joined her mother in walking to the nearby shade.

❖ 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 ❖
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8 years 14.2 hh bay dun frame aph x ash mare||loner w/colt||stallion; none||tags; anzac, open||mentions; none||heat (one)

no muse for her, she heading to a stream - feel free to tag her

❖ 𝙰𝙽𝚉𝙰𝙲 ❖
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9 month m.15.1 hh bay dun aph/ash x kwpn/mustang colt||loner w/dam||stallion; ---||tags; lyric, open||mentions; none

no muse for him, heading to a stream w/ his fam - feel free to tag him

❖ 𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙽 ❖
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9 years 15.3 hh chestnut anglo/?? x mustang stallion||loner||mares; ---||tags; shiloh.||mentions; wisteria

After having caught the scent of other horses, mares to be exact, Odin paused momentarily. He allowed his ears to swivel and twist as he search for sound, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent. It was held a sweet undertone to it, one he couldn't ignore. By now he had noticed both mares, one was a large black mare, she seemed to have an alluring presence about her and she could definitely add some more size to his gene pool. She was intriguing but still the red stallion considered his options, the other mare had a foal but her flashy coat transfixed him. Frankly, he had to admit that she was utterly beautiful and he couldn't help but desire her; she had to be his, he craved her. But the colt would have to go, that was the only problem. Perhaps if he allowed her to keep the colt, she would be easier to persuade, but that idea could also backfire on him. Odin stamped his foot in frustration, he didn't know what he wanted to do. Perhaps the black mare would be easier but he couldn't help but feel a nagging want for the pinto. He risked loosing one or the other to another stallion and he knew he needed to consider the more reliable choice. It was risky to approach a mare with a foal, but the black appeared further away and he kept coming back to his utter fixation on the palomino's rich coat and couldn't stop his own feet from moving down the slope.

The stallion called to the mare, allowing a loud, deep whinny to escape his lungs as he plunged to the base and let his body move into a forward canter on the flat. He knew he was attractive and didn't care if he flaunted it, he had a presence and desired attention. Everyone had to look at him, they wouldn't know they're missing out on something if they weren't. Odin had always been aware of his beauty and like most stallion, thought the world of himself. He assumed he was the best and that he deserved what he desired. Often this lacked in truth. The large red arched his neck, pushing his ears back as he exaggerated his movement after coming back to a trot. He wanted to make himself appear intimidating yet wanted to keep her attention as he made his way to her, if he had to show off, he would.

[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 was quick to reply, nickering out in a amiable tone. “pleasure to meet you, muratti.” gently, as though threading a string through a needle, her words came smoothly, though they hinted with a jovial playfulness which reflected in the younger mare. her skin twitched at the mare’s nose met her neck, causing the buckskin to arch her neck curiously at her sudden squeal──my, how sweetly upfront they could be! they retracted with a nicker, coming forward once more to tease at her unkempt mane with her teeth, pulling free the many debris that clung to it, untangling knots held there since last spring or before. her voice came cheerfully again, sending a smile on saoirse’s lips, gazing around with her own two eyes at the sights the pair marveled at. an ear remained perked in the other’s direction, though the other swiveled about at the many sounds sent throughout the clearing.

iiindent“alone, yes… much unfortunately.” she sighed with sudden solemness. “had it not been so many seasons since the last band i’d been among i’d recall these with you, though i find myself blanking on how long it’s truly been since i’ve been in the company of a stallion.” the mustang mare shook her head. had it really been so long, so distant, since she’d been with others? perhaps it was her spontaneous nature others cared little for that caused her this solitude, put her in such a state. not wanting to mull over these thoughts much longer, though, saoirse righted her attention back to muratti. “but, nevermind that; what about you, lass? you’re truly quite a pretty one, i’d be sure someone would’ve snatched you right up!”

❝ AOIFE ! „
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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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iiindentAOIFE is currently grazing and open for interactions...

❝ 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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iiindentthose faintest memories, daring to blow past in the breeze that billowed through her darkened mane, came flooding back into the mare’s thoughts as she, too, took the moment they shared to pause; there they were again, maebh swore she could tell, prancing through the yellowed grasses with glee springing from between their lips, grinning gaily, not daring to take an eye off of one or the other. her spry hooves pounded into the softened ground as she sped before the roan colt, tail flagging behind like a banner, suspended in the wind she kicked from beneath her, sending clumps of grass and mud behind. not far, though, at her hip almost, the roan extended his gait to match her own, attempting desperately to make her side, or maybe just enjoying the view of her back-end. he would squeal in delight, dodge oncoming bucks, and touch at her flank playfully as they spun about, jumped about, twisted and turned, danced and pranced──oh what a show they put on, the two of them! they’d retire for the evening to rest under the stars, lay their tired heads across one another’s shoulders and close their eyes heavy with exhaustion all due to their days’ delight. from sunrise till sunset, joined at the hip, fallen so deeply in love with even the mere idea of one another it was all that occupied their thoughts, all they even imagined.

iiindentit was harder now, though, to imagine that the sturdy stallion standing before her now was the same she’d shared her youthful past alongside──he was worn with age, muscles built, rippling beneath his skin, and she could even spot a few graying hairs along the handsome roan. had it really been so long, she wondered, since they last roamed these valleys together? in time she’d changed too, so much so she wasn’t nearly the same horse hawk knew so well before──she was also worn with age, built and toned, and her eyes drooped heavier than they had before. the experiences she’d endured, the troubles she’d encountered, all had shaped and molded the mare into the one standing before her old companion now, bearing a much heavier weight across her jet-black shoulders than she had before, in her youth, when she’d bound about with nothing to carry. maebh knew this was much the same with hawk, the almost foreign figure standing before her now, how he’d changed so much in years they weren’t at the other’s side. she felt, even at this recognition of shared memories, emotions, and experiences, so distant from him.

iiindentthe mare returned to her conscience once more when the stallion’s murmur met her forward-facing ears, melting her back into the awed state she’d been before at his voice──a familiar voice, yes, and a familiar choice of words. hawk had always been a witty lad, mostly so with his words, and this maebh enjoyed. their conversations in their days had always been meaningful to her, more so than just an exchange of few words, and more of a story dripping from their lips──of a tale waiting to be told, of discovery and test of intellect. the slightest hint of a smirk played on the mare’s lips, though she sustained the stoic gaze. his extended nose reached her jaw easily, and in this the mare did not halt his advance, even though both she and hawk knew she was more than capable of doing so. instead, her gaze watched him intently, nostrils flared gently, and ears relaxed to the sides. his scent, though, overpowered the others, and came rushing into her senses, clogging them with his must, sending her mind spiraling. the stallion seemed proud, whether by his succeeded touch, or by the effect he’d had on her, and he released another few words. “as to you.” she merely replied, head lowering the slightest bit. “i’d barely recognize you hadn’t you come any closer.” the mustang stepped forward a few paces, not as to crowd the stallion, but only to step into the daylight where she could be revealed──where, as she did so, her jet-black coat shone crisp in its light, and her eyes flashed with a hint of mischief. yes, she was completely aware of what she was doing, but only as awaiting a reaction from the pondering roan.

[dilly]

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lone mare | 5 | mustang mix | tags ; saoirse

Was there misfortune in being alone? The answer was yes, Muratti would reluctantly admit – every horse knew there was safety in numbers. There was security to be had in a lead mare’s sage insight, as well, assuming there was a reliable mare at the helm. But these were not things that were promised; luck played no small part in the gamble of survival. And if winter was only a sampling of life’s cruelty, then what sense was there in spending precious time with anyone but those who lifted your soul? She’d known such individuals before, to be sure, a handful of times: sensible, spirited mares who made for cherished confidantes, and even the occasional tender stallion. Mean-spirited stallions or dull mares were not to be dealt with for long. Swiveling her ears curiously, back and then forward, and tipping to the side to collect the assorted notes of birdsong, Muratti took another forward step, drawing her nose softly along the curve of the mare’s shoulder. This was someone she could pass the long days with.

“I’ve not yet met a stallion who has kept my attention for longer than a day,” she declared, a bit dramatically, as she had surely kept company with a stud for longer than one day. Not by much, though, her own restless nature luring her away, hungrily drawn toward the glowing horizon. How could a mare limit herself to the company of a single band? It was not a sentiment she had ever shared, and she was inspired to feel that perhaps the buckskin was of a like mind. “They’re brash and demanding, aren’t they? As if where we place our feet is for them to decide,” and there were mares of the same pushy spirit. Who was to say she couldn’t roam as she pleased? Nibbling at the taller mare’s withers, she considered the question as it was posed now for her. “Anyone who snatches at me will get a kick in the ribs,” she quipped playfully, her tail frisking mischievously at the thought. An electrified chase and scuffle was always a possibility when it came to meeting strange horses. But there were other possibilities, too – a kind friend, rare as it could be to find. Whuffing softly, familiarizing herself with the shining mare’s scent, she rested her muzzle gently against the tall withers. “I prefer to find my own companions.”


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stallion | 15 | mustang mix | tags ; maebh

It was remarkable, how skillfully his own brain worked against him. It turned reflective as a mirror, shimmering images dancing before his mind’s eye, if not the literal eyes in his head, studying the mare before him. How could he suddenly recall the exact texture and shade of the grass, as it had been so many years ago? How could he remember the enticing gleam in her eye, and the dazzling sheen of her coat, and the weight of her skull across his shoulders? How could these things be so real now, so lucidly clear, when he was so certain they’d been lost? The memories were sweet, but the reality, as so often was true, was bitter: those days were over, his beloved friend was cast far from him, across time and distance. His ears flicked back, straining still for sounds familiar and strange, and his neck remained taut, the muscles of his chest and shoulders bunched with heaps of unspent energy. It was hopeless to pretend his sudden sense of duty and protection did not exist, and so he did not try to hide it. She was a mare and he was a stallion. And even as he thought it, he knew it was more – he could feel it in his blood, and in the quiet of his soul. It was not often quiet, distracted and weighed down as he tended to be by each long day and its demands. But he felt quiet now, and the black mare’s skin was warm beneath his muzzle.

He closed his eyes briefly at her words, knowing they were true – he had aged. He was not the spry colt she had frolicked and pranced with. His coat was not new and rich, as it had been then. He refused to believe he had not gained something, though, in his years: refined muscle, at the least, and scars littering his hide. Testaments to his various successes, but she was clever enough to see beyond that. She’d always been sharp as a whip, able to see through him as easily as if he were shallow water. He’d frittered away more than a few hours of his youth trying to impress her, unsurprisingly, as any colt would have, but he knew know, just as fully as he had known then, that nothing would come to pass without her approval. The durability of her intellect was a fact he had long respected, and he knew beyond knowing that he would defer to her now just as he had when he was a colt. Perhaps not without some provocation, and as he felt her shift a few steps away, he followed her with a curious eye. Which instantly became an awe-struck gaze as the sun flooded over her multi-hued coat, black shining with those hidden tones of red and blue. She was breathtaking, still able to turn his head long after his lovestruck years tagging her athletic quarters. A silly nicker escaped him, and he snapped his tail in spirited impatience as he stepped after her. It had been quite some time since he’d felt that old friskiness, the colt in him waking from a long, downtrodden slumber.

“Perhaps you’ll recognize me now?” he suggested, eyes flicking knowingly to her face before he reached his muzzle out, delivering a nip to her flank. A teasing nip, only meant to test her, just as he would have done back in the old meadows, when he had nothing better to do than instigate the mare that filled his thoughts. Eyes shining with a years-buried impishness, he swung his head out of retaliation range, hauling his weight back onto his haunches as though he might rear.


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

-- feel free to tag! c: --

[redbonnet6]

| Coeur | Mare | 5.5 years | Akhal-Teke | 15.3hh | Herd; | Tags; | not covered |

❝I've always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.❞

Coeur shivered as a cool breeze blew against her sides. Coeur expectantly looked around as if for someone or something to interact with. Her eyes were met by a robin pecking at the ground infront of her. Her eyes shot wide with fear as the little bird moved. Quickly she dashed away in contempt of the furry creature. Why did birds scare her? She never could understand that. As she slowed, seemingly a safe distance from the feathered little demon, she lowered her head to pick at a patch of green grass infront of her. She wished to indulge in conversation, while the captivating views of clear landscape were enchanting, she wished to once again interact with others. It was calming being alone, but it had been too calm for too long. Once again she looked around, hoping that she would not see the robin, for another horse.

| 𝔸𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕤𝕔𝕪𝕟𝕖 | Mare | 4.5 years | Russian Saddle | 15.2hh | Herd; | Tags; | not covered |

❝You don't need a reason to help people.❞

Aelfscyne galloped through a vibrant meadow of flowers and grass. She contemplated what her next plan of action would be. The mare began swirling her tail and whinnying dramaticly into the air. The young mare was so full of joy. This place was beautiful. She flared her nostrils and paused to sniff a pretty yellow dandelion. Aelfscyne decided against eating it for fear that it would taste bitter, and moved on trotting around happily.

| αяѕση | Mare | 7.5 years | Akhal-Teke | 16.1hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|

❝A bully is playing a game, one that he or she enjoys and needs. You're welcome to play this game if it makes you happy, but for most people, it will make you misrable.❞

no muse, feel free to interact

| Crystalline | Mare | 10.5 years | Andalusia | 17.0hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|

❝Stay strong and make them wonder how you are still smiling.❞

Crystalline rolled her eyes as two squirrels danced in the grass. What stupid creatures. They lived for the day where they found a single nut laying around. Crystalline flicked her tail in annoyance at the pests. She pinned her ears back and flared her nostrils to pick up the scent of other horses. She would need to pause from walking if she was going to get any food. Slowly she tilted her head to the ground and began ripping chunks of grass from the ground.

| Copper | Mare | 3.5 years | Akhal-Teke | 16.2hh | Herd; | Tags; |Not Covered|

❝I love it when i catch you looking at me.❞

No muse, feel free to interact.

| Arrow | Mare | 5.5 years | Hanoverian | 15.0hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|

❝My Shyness has ruined so many opportunities.❞

no muse feel free to interact

| Blood | Mare | 8.5 years | Hanoverian | 16.0hh | Herd; | Tags; | In heat |

❝People only get jealous when they care....❞

No muse, feel free to interact.

| Silhouette | Mare | 3 years | Hanoverian | 15hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|

❝It hurts when I want to express what I feel but all I can do is stay quiet.❞

Silhouette listened as she followed close behind her sister. The pale mare was tired of all the walking but would never pipe up to tell her sister that. Feather was on a mission to find a stallion, and being by feathers side was all Silhouette knew. Her presence was meerly an annoying distraction for her sister thought.

| Feather | Mare | 5.5 years | Hanoverian | 15.3hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|

❝Fortune favors the bold.❞

Feather walked faster as her sister grew tired. Maybe at somepoint she would just stop following she thought. Her sister had become such a pest in her search for a stallion. Feather wanted a new life without her sister around.

Princess | Mare | 6 years | Marwari | 16.0hh | Herd; | Tags; |not covered|[/size][/center]

❝We can't all be princesses, because someone has to clap when i go by.❞

no muse feel free to interact

| Jester | Stallion | 6 years | Akhal Teke | 16.0hh | Herd; | Tags; China| Mares; none |

❝The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom.❞

Jester pranced around flaunting his mane proundly. He winnied into the wind as the breeze rolled across his back. Soon he would find his first mare. The stallion grew tired of waiting and his oatience drew short. Jester continued his search for a mare along a thin trail that was against the tree line. As each walked he hung his head low with nostrils flared. He pricked his ears as a scent wafted to him. There was a mare somewhere around to be found. He did not smell the scent of a stallion or other mares. Hopefully this would be his lucky day. He flipped his head high into the air and grunted for the mare to hear; wherever she was. Jester flicked his tail in excitement and began trotting along the tree line; hopeing he would find this lovely lady to court her. He hoped to look flashy, so he began to work up a sweat while bobbing his head up and down in anticipation. His coat shown black as night and his hooves stomped proudly each time he stepped.

[eventer]

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
TAGGED. ---


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 swished her tail slightly at the stallion, for such a young age, he was pretty quick to respond, she wasn't exactly content with how clingy he was being, but ignored for now due to his age, if he continued as he got older, he'd earn a few bruises. she twisted her neck slightly as he came up beside her and snorted softly grabbing at the young stallions mane and playfully pulling. for a moment she was distracted and while aware that the bay was approaching her, she payed no mind to him, in a way accepting him

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within a matter of seconds she quickly realised what she'd done and scooted forwards out from under the bay stallion, not wanting to be caught in the middle of the two stallions, for she didn't think that the tobiano would approve of his companions actions. her ears flicked back and she kicked out a few times not much caring if she hit either of the stallions, simply protecting herself from both of them she picked up a graceful trot and headed about 20 or so meters from the pair and watched for a second before grazing, no longer caring about what she'd done she happily munched on the grass at her hooves.

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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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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, aoife


athena seemed to fall into a relaxed sleep like state, catching a bit of rest, however, unlike her companion and her foal who could happily fall into a deep sleep, seeing she was the dominant of the two, and to put it bluntly, could actually see, she lacked in sleep almost every day, she didn't get half the amount of sleep she really needed, catching a few naps here and there, just enough to get rested, the couple of times she and nihna had been in herds, even with athena as lead mare, she'd slept better as the other mares and her stallion watched everything for her, but on their own? well she had a foal to protect and of course nihna, she had to be on high alert all the time. she didn't get much of a nap when something in the distance caught her attention, a few birds scattering from the ground having been disturbed, she flicked her tail and snorted, nuding raven awake and to her feet, while the filly protested, she stood and tiredly walked beside her dam, athena strode towards nihna giving a soft nudge then brushing past her, planting a hoof harder every few strides deliberately so the younger mare knew exactly where she was, it was something she started about a year into meeting ninha, it helped when in herds as well when several horses moved around her, one heavy stepping hoof allowed ninha to know exactly where in the vicinity athena was. she made her way over the small rise and looked towards a dark mare, she flicked her tail for a moment, content now knowing it was a mare, her scent gave it away immediately. the mare flicked her tail a moment before nickering to the dark mare, inviting her over to join the trio.

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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, wisteria


shiloh watched as the chestnut stallion seemed to make his decision on her, in complete honesty, she hadn't even noticed the black mare further along until she followed his view. the golden pinto mare flicked her creamy silver tail and pinned her ears at first when he grew closer, however, in all real honesty, she was pretty deep in her heat cycle and didn't mind getting rid of it sooner rather than later. she also wasn't a stranger to breeding with some random bachelor and taking off, so when he seemed to try to make himself bigger, more, well just more, he was wasting his time. she pricked her ears to their tips and with a lot of strong energy, as though she was about to charge him or attack him in some horrible nasty way, she strode towards him confidently, leaving the young colt vulnerable. she halted square infront of him, eyeing him over, before like many stallions did, bumped her nose against his and let out a roar like squeal, a foreleg striking forwards dominantly, a point being made of who was going to be boss around here. she snorted quickly and spun on her hind and kicked out at the stallions chest, though, she didn't really feel a connection, and she quickly went from wanting to kick him, to standing still directly in front of him, her tail half cocked to the side accepting a question the stallion had not even asked yet.

[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 threw back her head in laughter to the younger mare's words, bobbing her head gently along. "brash and demanding, you've got that right!" she returned, a smirk gracing her lips. "we're much the same in regards to how we view stallions, aren't we?" the mare's skin flinched in response to muratti's touch, the gentle caress of her shoulder sending tingles coursing along her spine. the grulla's fiery account after her statement caused the mustang to laugh once more, and as she took that moment of bliss to ponder, she found herself enjoying the company along with mare's musings. not in a long time, a few years perhaps, had saoirse ever enjoyed the company of another like she had now──on a usual encounter she'd be met with hostility, perhaps even aggression, and most everyone was closed-off to their own devices rather than sharing moments, like these, with one another. "oh, i'd be rather scared of you alright." the mustang mare teased, swinging her head around to meet the other's gaze.

iiindent"and to i the same." saoirse agreed, her warm smile toward muratti speaking all measures and closing all gaps. "if not, i would never have found you, now would i?" the mare turned away to gaze out into the open meadow, lowering her head to the grasses as though to graze, but there she paused to speak once more. "i may not always enjoy my time alone, but it allows me to adventure, to make my own decisions in this vast world... not a stallion to push me around, not a stallion to nip at my hooves and belittle me. i am who i am and being alone sometimes helps further confident me." she sighed and lifted her head only the slightest bit once more, eyes glazed. "but it also brings me great misfortune, sorrow, and loneliness──mares aren't built to be alone forever, and although sometimes i'd wish so, there is nothing i, we, can do to alter that aspect of nature." smiling once more, her eyes trailed to meet that of the grulla's own, a newfound positivity lurking within. "ah, but let me stop with my old mare ramblings..." she chuckled softly, although this time a bit quieter than before.

❝ AOIFE ! „
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| ee-fa | i. mare ii. six y/o iii. lone mare iv. stage three v. no herd or stallion vi. tagged athena, raven, & nihna
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iiindentAOIFE had been standing quietly, minding only to herself as she tried to keep her thoughts from anything which would distract her so. a pleasant moment, as she decided, should not be disrupted at this time. unknowingly, just a few yards or so away, another few individuals remained unannounced to her, not even they knowing of her presence until one, a lighter mare with speckles along the length of her form, seemed to notice. it took aoife a few moments to realize she'd had another horse in the vicinity and it caused her to look up onto the mare, briefly sending her into worry──it wasn't like her to usually deter the likes of other horses, especially stallions, but the mare had grown rather cautious when it came to others unknown to her for she'd come across her few of ungrateful ones whom ruined a nice day for her in the past. now, however, as she looked upon this other horse, she came to a realization that they were a mare, of which calmed her greatly, and that they welcomed her with an inviting nicker that further calmed her from then.

iiindentnot wishing to stand idle much longer, aoife rose her head from the grasses and rumbled out her own response, pacing forward slowly as though to close the small gap between. as she closed in, though, she noticed a foal at the mare's side and another individual, this one whom she had not seen, lurking behind. this caused no altercation in the mare's motive, and she continued forward until at a reasonable, safe distance between she, the mare and foal, and the other. at this point forward, the dark bay was unsure of how many more horses there may be, behind these three or even out and scattered in places unknown. still, though, not backing-down as though threatened (for this was most definitely not even a threatening situations), aoife outstretched her neck and offered to exchange scents, nostrils flaring, sending out gentle puffs.

❝ 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 peered from the corner of her eyes to the roan behind her and felt a smirk molding along her muzzle, a snort pushed from her nostrils toward his reaction. what a spirit he'd held within those aged eyes and the strength he harbored in his tattered figure! the mare never expected anything less from he whom she'd known and recognized from so long ago, though it still surprised her the slightest bit to see that exhilaration within him──and this worked volumes on even herself, sending adrenaline coursing through her veins, a feeling so near those times she'd prepared for another prance through the fields when just a filly. the mustang mare lifted her head and curved her neck into a neat bend, tucking her chin into the delicate grooves of her chest as rumbling escaped her chest, so much so she could feel it vibrating out against the soft underside of her chin. another snort, the mare's hooves picked themselves up into a dancing motion of the sort, prancing forward a few steps only to halt once more and pose──her stance was proud, but maintained all the same grace as she flaunted the gentle curves of her glimmering coat.

iiindenttail flicking gently, spreading her scent flitting through the atmosphere surrounding the pair, maebh was able to anticipate the stallion's teasing nip at her flank as her waving tail met his foreleg in a flick. her nose swung into the air with a playful whinny in a way to release all of the building energy, bunching the muscles in her hindquarters then bucking out her two hind legs, making sure to just barely miss her stallion companion by those few safe inches between. even so, maebh knew he'd been witty enough to face away from any oncoming retaliation and most certainly had he moved far enough away from her maneuver to even feel the snap of air it released. the dark-pelted mare swung herself around to face him now, meeting hawk's gaze with a grin. "ah, something to remember you by." she mused.

[dilly]

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lone mare | 5 | mustang mix | tags ; saoirse

Whisking her tail delightedly, the little grulla nibbled at the older mare’s pelt, grateful to have found someone of a similar mind. There seemed to be so many mares who willingly depended on a stallion – for protection, guidance, and for that detestable thing some called love. How long did that silly emotion last, anyway? A playful snort huffed from the mare’s muzzle, and she withdrew her head to meet Saoirse’s kind eye. Then, returning the mare’s warm smile, Muratti flared her nostrils thoughtfully, deciding that it was indeed good luck that she had crossed paths with this spirited companion. It might have been just as likely that she’d wander for several days alone, or have stumbled upon a snappish mare, or worse, would have found herself evading any of the anonymous rogue stallions in the area. Turning her head, she followed the bright mare’s gaze out over the meadow, inhaling slowly as the sweet breeze tangled through her mane.

With an ear ticked toward the older mare as she spoke, the grulla considered her words carefully, lowering her muzzle in agreement. No one wished to be alone. At least not for long, though in her scant experience, Muratti leaned toward solitude over shallow company. There was so much to see and do, so much land to cover, and so many fine horses to meet. She simply could not afford to linger with those who added nothing to her experience. Even so, how long before the loneliness and the silence became deafening? Noting the older mare’s softened tone, Muratti cast her a sympathetic glance, allowing a beat of quiet to pass before both of her sleek ears suddenly came up. “I’ve got the answer,” she declared, another smile flicking across her pink lips, that feisty gleam returning to her eye. “We’ll start our own band, and collect our own mares. We’ll only let stallions near if we decide that they’re worthwhile, not the other way around.” The little mare was quickly warming to the idea, reaching out a foreleg to paw devilishly at the earth. “We’ll make of nature whatever we’d like!”


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stallion | 15 | mustang mix | tags ; maebh

She had aged so beautifully – every muscle still seemed supple and thick, her coat rich and lustrous; he was sure he could even find beauty in her dusty hooves, if he had the time. But time was so scarce; wasn’t that always the problem? Time had fled from him as surely as the geese flew, and it darkened his heart to think of the time that had passed between them. How wonderful would it have been to spend each of his years at her side? Of course, perhaps he was romanticizing the whole thing – maybe she was not, beneath it all, the mare he remembered. A thought that was instantly preposterous, as his eyes swept over the curve of her neck, her dancing legs, and her proud pose: she was exactly the mare he remembered, if not more. Bobbing his head, dark mane falling across his eyes, he offered her another deep nicker, striding closer. How difficult it was to look away, and she must know it.

Her stark scent suddenly flooded his nostrils, and he was floored by its power. He’d been immersed in the distinct scents of plenty of mares over the years, it was true, but this unique cocktail – the familiar and the tantalizingly new – blinded him to nearly everything else. Even her sharp hooves as they nearly struck his chest, and he whirled away on his own hind legs, spinning with an enamored whinny to meet her own. Rounding on her once more, nostrils in an almost constant quiver as he nickered after her, the husky roan trotted heavily to close the meager distance between them. Her eyes and the contours of her face were as lovely a sight as anything he might have imagined in that moment, and he arched his neck as he brushed in close against her, lips snapping teasingly at the crest of her neck, his low voice leaving him before he could give it any conscious thought. “Run with me again, Maebh?”


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

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[Blumenkranz]

Orpheus//16 years//Bachelors//Tags: Chai
The paint stallion was grazing by himself, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He could see a few other animals around him as he grazed: a deer herd and a couple of foxes, but no other horses like himself. With an annoyed huff, he lifted his head and shook his mane in an attempt to get rid of the pestering flies before lowering his head to continue grazing. While the coming of spring was a good thing as it meant the return of warmer temperatures and melting of snow, it also meant that the flies would be returning as well. His thoughts did not dwell on the flies for long, for something approaching the nearby creek caught his attention.

It was a horse, like him. A chestnut and a warmblood of sorts. His curiosity piqued, he began to walk towards the stranger. As he came closer, he could see that the horse was a mare, and a seemingly pregnant one as well. He briefly scented the air and looked around, double checking to make sure that there truly weren't any other horses around. What was a heavily pregnant mare doing all by herself? He didn't know, and didn't really care all that much. Her being alone was perfect for him. He needed to rebuild his band, and this would be the perfect opportunity for him. Moving into a steady jog he continued his approach, whinnying in order to catch the mare's attention.

Nyx//8 years//Lone Mare//Tags: Joker, Phoenix
Nyx wandered alone, pausing now and then to grab a mouthful of grass before continuing on. Unlike most horses, Nyx wasn't too bothered by being alone. She was confident that she could handle herself, but she was not stupid. She knew that she couldn't be alone forever, it was just too dangerous. She was going to have to find a band eventually. She just hoped that her future band was going to be better than her previous one. Her previous band stallion was strong, but not the brightest. The lead mare was similar to him, often making poor choices, one of them leading to Nyx separating from the band.

A river came into view, and with it two horses. She came to a halt, considering her options. A part of her wanted to turn around and go the opposite direction, but she also knew that she needed to group up with other horses if she wanted to increase her chance of survival. Decided that she may as well check out this pair, she continued her way to the river. As she came closer, she saw that they were both stallions, bachelors. They weren't colts, but they seemed young, they likely haven't had a herd of their own yet. This pair wasn't quite what she was looking for, she preferred a more experienced stallion, but it was too late for her to turn around. They likely already saw her, and if she turned around now, they'd probably just follow. She stopped once she reached the edge of the river and lowered her head to drink, keeping a careful eye on the bachelor pair.

Queen//7 years//Lone Mare//Tags: Dandelion
The palomino mare moved in silence, her tail flicking now and then to swat at flies. For the first time in her life, she was alone. She has always been a part of a herd, and never had to wander alone. When she was a filly she never had the chance to leave her birth herd and find a new herd on her own, for she was snaked out, and had been in herds ever since. She didn't mind that, she didn't like being alone. She was a prey animal after all. Being alone was dangerous, it made her an easy target. Queen was no weakling, she was prepared to take on any threat that may come her way, but that didn't mean that she was looking for a fight. All she wanted now was a companion and a nice place to graze so she could regain the weight she lost over the winter. The scent of an unfamiliar horse caught her attention and she looked around, alert. A gray mare caught her attention, grazing alone. She didn't seem to be a part of a herd, she was likely a loner like Queen was. Hoping that she was friendly, Queen walked over to the mare, nickering in greeting.