━ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 "

[LunaRuna1987]

Whisper
Tags: Reece| no herd|
Mare | 8-year-old| Gypsy horse | light cream with darkish cream tinted leg hair and mane| 16 hh

Whisper, after half an hour of thinking on what to do, she decided to venture forward to look for a safe place to stay. As she walked deeper into the trees and into the clearing of the plains, she heard the thundering sound of hoof steps not to far away from her. She halted out in the open as thoughts quickly rushed through her head. *Who is that..what is that.. It’s probably a deer.. deer have hooves too... but it doesn’t sound like one.. it sounds much stronger...what if it’s another horse... another...HORSE!!! I have to get out of here QUICK!!* However before she could make a dash for it she heard a stallion’s voice call out to her, this made her freeze again as she began to tense up. Her thoughts of insecurity swelled inside her head *Oh no.. what if this horse say something bad about me.. I-I don’t know what they are thinking, they could be nice to me but I’m their thoughts they think I’m a joke.. Just a big and ugly joke! HOW CAN I TELL IF THEY ARE GENUINELY NICE TO ME!? How... I don’t know... I can’t trust anyone.. can I!? I don’t know I-* Whisper was cut off from her thoughts when she heard the Stallion’s voice again ,only it was much closer than before.

[direwolf.]

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xxxxA stream of water was a beautiful sight to behold. Giving an excited whiny, Reyne picked up her pace to reach the water's edge. She had been searching for water for a while now, and she was pleased to have stumbled upon it. As she reached the water, she slowed down and lowered her head to gulp down the refreshing water. Once she had her fill, she lifted her head and shook some water from her pelt. Briefly, she casted a glance around the area before entering the water to cool down. Her ears remained perked up, alert to her surroundings. She noticed a few birds at the water, and she snorted at them and acted as if she was going to chase them to make them fly away. Pleased, she resumed her relaxation of standing in the water. She could get used to all this freedom and room to run.

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( female ) ( seven years ) ( american quarter ) ( no rank )
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xxxxTearing the grass from its roots, Stark lifted her head as she chewed on the grass. Her ears swiveled as she listened to the various noises around her. She was in an unfamiliar place, but the sounds of the wildlife were familiar to her ears. She could hear birds chirping, and sometimes in the distance, there would be horses. She had been unsure about approaching another horse seeing as she did not know them. However, she decided to change that. While she did not mind being alone, she knew that she could not do that forever. The loneliness would settle in, and she would be at a lost. Truly, she needed others horses around her. Back on her farm, she had been in a herd of other mares with stallions in different pins. The humans kept her safe, but they were not here this time.
xxxxIn the distance, she noticed a white stallion approaching in her direction. Fully turning her head toward him, she examined him for a moment. She flicked her tail, ears standing straight up on her head. "Hello." She nickered to the stallion, seeming to be a bit uneasy as she watched him. She was unsure if he would be aggressive, but she desired companionship.

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( female ) ( nine years ) ( holsteiner ) ( no rank )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: whiskey )
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[unnamed]

( ♚ ) 𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐊 𝐄 𝐘
( i. eleven year old stallion ) ( ii. dutch warmblood )
( iii. no mares ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. no tags )
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What was likely only a few minutes felt like hours in the vast emptiness of the plain, Whiskey wasn't used to traveling alone and without others to converse with or entertain him he was at a loss of what to do (much more of this and he'd probably start talking to himself.) Fortunately it wasn't long before Whiskey spotted another horse not far off and immediately changed his direction to head that way. Once he was closer he was able to identify it as a mare, and a pretty one at that. Her dappled coat was light and her eyes so dark he thought them to be black. Once he was close enough Whiskey, who'd never been taught true and proper manners, circled the mare and took the opportunity to admire her coat from all sides. She was just a hair taller than him but had a slimmer build. Finally the stallion ceased his circling and rotated his rump so that he faced her, "Well hello, my name's Whiskey. Might I just call you angel or is there another name you'd prefer?"

( ♛ ) 𝐒 𝐀 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄
( i. five year old mare ) ( ii. mustang )
( iii. heat three ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. no tags )
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Saorise's galloping didn't last forever and eventually the mare slowed to a walk while her chest rose and fell deeply as she pulled in deep breaths. Any smart horse would have stopped long ago and realized that in such a strange place their energy was better saved than spent but no one could have told Saorise that and made her believe it. She turned her head, eyes scanning the open plains in search of another horse. Finally she was able to spot one but the sheer size of what appeared to be a stallion made the mare hesitate. He was absolutely massive especially in comparison to Saorise's shorter stature. Of course if it turned out he was far too aggressive she'd always be able to outrun him without any issues. Standing her ground she nickered to him, attempting to get his attention and see his initial reaction before she got too close.

( ♛ ) 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 & 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑
( i. fourteen year old mare / three week old colt )
( ii. dutch warmblood/dutch warmblood shire cross )
( iii. foal heat / too young ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. no tags )
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Thor had fallen a few steps behind his mother, admiring the smallness of his own hoof prints in comparison to the his mother's much larger ones. So young and naive he knew nothing of the worries that filled Hera's head, surviving a few days in good weather was easy for the mare but she was stressed about what the outcome might be when the good weather passed. She was lucky enough to have lived not terribly far from these same plains and she knew just how violent the thunderstorms could get and up until now there had always been a barn for her to take shelter in even if rain did drip through the roof. So lost was she in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed the young filly that bounded up to Thor until his deep voice behind her caught her attention, "I'm Thor! 'Course we can!" Hera turned quickly, immediately placing herself over the bouncing colt. A filly meant a mother and a mother could mean a stallion who might not be okay with a strange colt being around. Dropping her head low she sniffed at the filly and only stopped when approaching hooves caused her to look up and be met by a painted mare. Her previous fear dissolved and she allowed Thor to once again return to the filly's side to play as Hera addressed the mother, "Are you alone?Is it just you and your daughter, Juno?"

[direwolf.]

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xxxxA stream of water was a beautiful sight to behold. Giving an excited whiny, Reyne picked up her pace to reach the water's edge. She had been searching for water for a while now, and she was pleased to have stumbled upon it. As she reached the water, she slowed down and lowered her head to gulp down the refreshing water. Once she had her fill, she lifted her head and shook some water from her pelt. Briefly, she casted a glance around the area before entering the water to cool down. Her ears remained perked up, alert to her surroundings. She noticed a few birds at the water, and she snorted at them and acted as if she was going to chase them to make them fly away. Pleased, she resumed her relaxation of standing in the water. She could get used to all this freedom and room to run.

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( female ) ( seven years ) ( american quarter ) ( no herd )
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xxxxStark stood there as she watched the stallion approach her. She kept a close eye on him as he circled around her, but she made no moves of aggression toward him. She simply watched him, examining his gait and seeing how gracefully he moved. He seemed like a strong stallion, not too young and not too old. He definitely held the bachelor vibe, especially when he greeted her. Her ears tilted slightly back at the mention of being called "angel." That was not a nickname to be desired by her. "I would prefer Stark, thank you." She responded, gazing at the stallion standing tall in front of her. She shook her short mane briefly, allowing some silence to fall between them as she continued examining the stallion. After some time, she decided to ask him some questions. "Were you.. released as well, Whiskey?" She questioned, wondering if he was in the same situation that she was in. He seemed well groomed, but then again, she had never met a wild horse. All the horses that she had even known were captive-bred like she was. Were there any wild horses anymore? She was uncertain.

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( female ) ( nine years ) ( holsteiner ) ( no herd )
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xxxxTargaryen and her little foal, Azor Ahai, walked through the tall grass on an open field. She was not used to so much room, but she found herself enjoy it. Feeling her little one nip at her leg before taking off a short distance ahead of her and begging to be chased, she gave in and chased after the little foal who squealed in delight and pick up his pace. It would be easy to catch up to him, but she allowed him to have some ground to keep their little fun going. His little whinnies were a pleasant sound to her ears. However, his squeal of delight became a shriek of fear as he turned quickly to run back to her. Pinning her ears, she raced forward to see what he had been worked up about. On the ground, she noticed a thin looking creature wiggling through the grass. She had seen few of these before back on the farm, so she knew to rear back and stomp it into the ground. The ones on the farm had seemed harmless enough, but she was not taking any chances. Her son will be kept safe. Once the wiggling figure was no more, she snorted and nudged her son to keep walking.

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( female ) ( fourteen years ) ( friesian ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: azor ahai )
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xxxxAzor was bored from their walk, so he decided to have some fun. Nipping one of his mother's legs, he raced forward some distance and looked behind him to see if she would chase him. Seeing his mother pick up her pace, he squealed in delight and raced forward to flee from her. Rustling in the grass of ahead of him made him slow down to investigate. Seeing an unknown creature wiggling through the grass, he squealed in fear and raced back to his mother who quickened her pace to reach him. Standing behind his mother, he watched as she pounded the snake into the ground until it was no more. Looking a little sheepish as his mom nudged him, he walked beside her to continue their walk to whatever the direction may take them. He had enough fun for now after his little scary encounter with a snake.

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( male ) ( two months ) ( friesian appaloosa ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: targaryen )
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xxxxAs she grazed in an open field, the sound of a whinny reached her ears. Ears standing erect on her head, Mormont lifted her head from the grass and peered in the direction it came from. It had been a while since she had seen other horses, and she was a little eager to find someone for company. A whinny of her own escaped her, answering the call of the other horse. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of another mare in the area. Moving away from the patch of grass that she was eating, she trotted toward the sound of the whinny. Not too long after she had whinnied, she spotted a mare in the distance. She assumed this was the mare who had whinnied in the first place. With some caution, she approached the appaloosa. "Hello, I'm Mormont. Are you alone?" She questioned, her large head swiveling as she took in the scenery around her. She could not see or smell another horse nearby, so she assumed the other mare was alone.

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( female ) ( six years ) ( dutch draft ) ( no herd )
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[Alledowaya]

Mare • Poitevin • Cremello • 23 Years • Tags: Open • Incapable of foaling

She was worried, waking up to a pasture bigger than could be possible would do that to you. Unless she looked behind herself to see the fenceline, there was nothing but wide open spaces. Searching the area around herself, she only saw the wide grassland, trees off in the distance and the fence she had behind her. Taking the first few hesitant steps into the unknown, there were noises she did not recognize, smells that made no sense, Cloud was thrown off, her mother had told her stories of wild lands, but she had also said that they didn't exist anymore. Did she find paradise? Her mind travelled to less extravagant ideas, where was Rajah? She hadn't seen the stallion since coming here. Scenting the area, she gets a trace scent of Rajah, walking off into the distance, she hoped to find Rajah, and a place to rest, her old frame was not going to be happy in the morning.

Heading to the trees, she came across the creek that Rajah ran through, his scent was gone, washed away by the water he unthinkingly galloped through. Taking a few deep draughts, she continued on her path, head high for danger awareness. She did not know if she would ever see the stallion again.

Stallion • Marwari • Black W/Dom White • 13 Years • Tags: Targaryen, Azor Ahai

Freedom, well, a form of freedom, and he seized it. Racing along, he had left Cloud behind believing that he would be back to her soon. It had been hours since he left her, waking up by her side and seeing they were free at last. He had gone for a run, a few runs to be exact, and he was so elated. His strong legs and hooves felt like they could run for days, but he knew it was unwise to continue at such a pace. He needed to return to Cloud, and so he swept himself around, slowing. Once stopped he tried to gain his bearings, and return to his old dam. All he saw was trees, the creek he had run through, and the plains up ahead. Not being a fan of close quarters, he opted to trot to the open fields. The grass swayed in the wind, it was actually quite gorgeous and he felt he could be content here. Off in the distance another treeline encircled the area, and after he viewed most of the way around he heard squealing, like that of a foal. And off he went, curiosity beckoned him and he couldn't hold back, mane and tail flapping in the wind like a proud flag.

He crested a hill, and slowed, a pair of figures, one looking like it was dancing into the ground, and the other being a smaller foal sized figure. Taking himself to a walk, he approached slowly, the larger figure was a draft, of that he was certain. His mind raced, perhaps it was Cloud! His overeagerness ruining his surprise as he sprinted towards the pair, not even realizing that Cloud had no foal. Finally coming into the light, he saw the horse was too dark to be Cloud, in fact, was probably as opposite as you could get to her. He was too close to turn away, so instead he decided now would be an opportune moment to scent and see what he was dealing with.

[direwolf.]

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xxxxA stream of water was a beautiful sight to behold. Giving an excited whiny, Reyne picked up her pace to reach the water's edge. She had been searching for water for a while now, and she was pleased to have stumbled upon it. As she reached the water, she slowed down and lowered her head to gulp down the refreshing water. Once she had her fill, she lifted her head and shook some water from her pelt. Briefly, she casted a glance around the area before entering the water to cool down. Her ears remained perked up, alert to her surroundings. She noticed a few birds at the water, and she snorted at them and acted as if she was going to chase them to make them fly away. Pleased, she resumed her relaxation of standing in the water. She could get used to all this freedom and room to run.

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xxxxStark stood there as she watched the stallion approach her. She kept a close eye on him as he circled around her, but she made no moves of aggression toward him. She simply watched him, examining his gait and seeing how gracefully he moved. He seemed like a strong stallion, not too young and not too old. He definitely held the bachelor vibe, especially when he greeted her. Her ears tilted slightly back at the mention of being called "angel." That was not a nickname to be desired by her. "I would prefer Stark, thank you." She responded, gazing at the stallion standing tall in front of her. She shook her short mane briefly, allowing some silence to fall between them as she continued examining the stallion. After some time, she decided to ask him some questions. "Were you.. released as well, Whiskey?" She questioned, wondering if he was in the same situation that she was in. He seemed well groomed, but then again, she had never met a wild horse. All the horses that she had even known were captive-bred like she was. Were there any wild horses anymore? She was uncertain.

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xxxxThe sound of thundering hooves reached her ears. Turning her head, Targaryen saw a stallion sprinting at her and her foal. Pinning her ears, she stood in front of her son and bared her teeth at the male. An angry whinny escaped her, warning the stallion to slow down and keep his distance. "Who are you?" The mare demanded, ready to protect her foal no matter what. Clearly, the mother was not pleased to see an unfamiliar horse racing toward her, especially when she had her foal to protect in this strange new environment. If the stallion tried to get too close to her foal, she would direct her rear toward him and threaten to kick.

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( female ) ( fourteen years ) ( friesian ) ( no herd )
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xxxxAzor looked alarmed when he noticed his mother tense up. He shrunk behind her as she released an angry whinny. Moving behind her, he peered passed her to see a stallion in the distance. Another horse! He wanted to sprint out to greet him, but his mother seemed angry. He did not want to upset her further, and this stallion could be a potential threat. But who could hurt a little colt like himself? A soft nicker escaped him in a greeting before falling completely silent when his mother flashed him a look. Pinning his ears, he stayed silent as he watched Rajah. He had seen the other horse sprinting toward them. Perhaps he was eager to meet some friends.

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xxxxAs she grazed in an open field, the sound of a whinny reached her ears. Ears standing erect on her head, Mormont lifted her head from the grass and peered in the direction it came from. It had been a while since she had seen other horses, and she was a little eager to find someone for company. A whinny of her own escaped her, answering the call of the other horse. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of another mare in the area. Moving away from the patch of grass that she was eating, she trotted toward the sound of the whinny. Not too long after she had whinnied, she spotted a mare in the distance. She assumed this was the mare who had whinnied in the first place. With some caution, she approached the appaloosa. "Hello, I'm Mormont. Are you alone?" She questioned, her large head swiveling as she took in the scenery around her. She could not see or smell another horse nearby, so she assumed the other mare was alone.

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( female ) ( six years ) ( dutch draft ) ( no herd )
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[Lavellan]

ＬＩＲ
Stallion ● Irish Draft ● 12 Years ● Tags: Venus
Mares: - ● Foals Sired: -

Deep breaths drew solidly into his lungs as Lír cast a dark, steely eye around him. There was not a lot for him to see out here, just miles upon miles of grass and brush. Lashing his tail against his roaning hips, the stallion pushed himself forward into a long-striding trot, tossing his head and sending his short mane flowing behind him like a cresting wave. Patience had never been a strong suit of the stallion's, and the fact that very little had made itself known to him in his time out here was wearing that patience thin. Nostrils flaring in an attempt to catch something, anything, he almost froze in his tracks as something within the treeline caught his attention, bouncing to a halt as he turned to study the shape. Tongue darting thoughtfully out to dark lips, the stallion studied the bay shape, attempting to figure them out. They were solitary, alone, grazing in the shade of the trees, and, taking a curious step forward, the stallion's reddish ears shot forward as he realized that the lone shape was a mare. Tail raising high and head showing even higher, the stallion flared his nostrils, hoping to catch their scent more clearly. Striding forwards, making a smaller gap between them, Lír opened his mouth to loose a whinny in greeting. He wanted to both let her know of his presence, if she did not already know, and wanted to invite her to join him. He stood, tall and proud, tail flagging lightly and neck arched, as handsome as he could make himself, waiting for her reaction.

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Mare ● Appaloosa ● 5 Years ● Tags: Mormont
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 2

Perhaps her call had fallen on deaf ears, and, with a dejected drop of her head, Áine began to move away, scuffing her feet against the ground beneath her. Perhaps the humans had taken reason to punish her, leaving her alone out here, to perish in solitude. Cutting through her sorrowful thoughts came a sound, as pleasant and delightful as the sound of a bird's song. A whinny answered her own, musical and eager. Turning to look in the direction of the sound, small, dark ears pricking in the direction and dark eyes searching for a source, her legs began to move almost of their own accord, hoping to bring her to the owner of the voice. It didn't take long for the other horse to make themself known, as tall and imposing as they were. The other horse approached with a gentle caution, and, as she drew closer, Áine realized that she was face-to-face with another mare. A soft feeling of relief flooded her heart, glad that she was not in the presence of an unknown stallion. Nostrils flaring to take in the other's scent, a soft whicker of welcome murmured from Áine's maw as the other approached. The appaloosa mare raised her head lightly as the other approached, ears pricked cutely and expression thoroughly welcoming. It hadn't truly been that long since she had met another of her kind, however, at the sound of this mare's voice, she found it as relaxing as the first drink after a long drought. "Hello," came the soft reply, almost shy. "My name is Áine." Never before had the little mare experienced such trouble with her speech, had nerves overcome her so in the face of someone new. "Ye-Yes, I am alone, for now, I suppose." Glancing around she checked for others within the area, wondering the same about the other mare.

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Mare/Colt ●● Thoroughbred/Irish Sport Horse ●● 13 Years/3 Months ●● Tags: Open
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 1

There was nothing more scolding than a mother's sharp teeth, something that young Aodh was soon to learn. The colt had stopped, dipping his head to scent at something that caught his short attention span, little nostrils flaring and relaxing as he took in the scent of this strange thing upon the floor. Morrigan was not a mare with a long patience threshold, and as soon as she realized that her son was no longer at her side, she circled around with her head low and teeth bared, bringing her wrath upon her young son without any mercy. The long legged colt, their length adopted from his mother, snapped his head, square and noble from his father, skyward, skittering forward with a clacking of his teeth. The tall, golden mare did not mean to be so snappish with her son, but panic pushed her to strictness. There were so many things unknown out here, and, even though she didn't know much about wild herds, she did know that stallions were known to kill colts who were not theirs. It was with a hopelessness that she kept this thought at the forefront of her mind, desperately trying to keep Aodh in her vision at all times. Unfortunately for the desperate mother, her son was headstrong and bratty - like his father, if you asked her - and as she scolded him forward, he lashed out with those legs, too long for his body, clipping against her canon and pushing her ears back in a pained pin. Of course, the chestnut foal didn't see, tossing his head in a determined buck. But, settling her heart, and her mind, the little one picked up a steady canter, allowing her to trot solidly behind him. It wasn't much, but they were moving, and, to Morrigan, that was the most important thing right now.

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Mare ● Black Forest Horse ● 9 Years ● Tags: Open
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 3

Energy. Adrenaline. Excitement. A vicious cocktail that coursed through the veins of the stocky mare, pushing Beira forward in an eager, flat, pulsing gallop. Never before had the mare, born, raised and aged in a small pasture with a handful of others, had the opportunity to open her gait, to push herself into such an eager gallop. Her ears, pricking despite the wind threatening to press them back, listened eagerly to the whistling wind as it passed her by, or perhaps she passed it by, it was hard to tell. Thick mane pulled back off her neck, snatched by the wind itself, clinging on as she powered on, providing a cooling relief from it's stifling heft upon her pelt, and her whitish tail streamed behind her, the proudest banner in the land. Muscles contracted and relaxed beneath her skin, head bobbing with each stride, nostrils gulping in air with each second. She could feel her heart racing within her ribs, could feel her lungs filling and expelling within her chest. She was the wind itself, powerful, dangerous, and, most importantly, free.

[LunaRuna1987]

Alchemist
Tags: Saorise|no herd|no mares
stallion | 6 - year - old | Shire Horse | Brown with white legs | 20 hh
Alchemist had his head in the grass, chomping and devouring the juicy and lush grass that was beneath his hooves. As he was grazing his ear twitched as he heard the low and soft whine of another horse. He quickly shot his head upward to see a small chestnut mustang mare before him. With grass hanging out his lip, he stared at her, slightly startled and nervous. He's never spoken to a wild horse before, let along a mare. ....... After a few minutes of staring he shook his head, swallowed, and slightly dipped his head down as he spoke softly. umm.. he-hello... He bucked his hoof softly against the grass indicating his shyness and that he was no threat.

[dilly]

☀ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ 𝕂𝕚𝕡 ﴿

lone mare | 7 | AQH | heat ; 2 | tags ; phantom

Ah, finally! Relief washed over the mare in one fell swoop, easing her pacing heart and her worried, buzzing mind. Here was a horse just like herself, and if they’d found one another, then surely there were others out here, too, right? They were all meant to be out here – it wasn’t one giant mistake after all? The mare was delighted to have her worries so easily dealt with, and with a cheerful nicker, she stepped gratefully in against the stallion. His scent was unfamiliar, as were the angles and lines of his face, and his dark eyes, and all of his flea-bitten spots. It was all strange to her, but his words were such a comfort – like returning to your home barn after a day’s work at a stranger’s place – that she overlooked what might given her pause usually. But she’d always been a sociable horse, eager for contact, and now was no different. Touching her muzzle to the stallion’s, nostrils wide and eyes wandering over his form, she was quick to piece her story together with his own, thankful for the similarities between them. “I live on a ranch, too! We work the cattle almost every day, and I just know my master will be here soon, looking for me. They must be coming back, right?” As quickly as they’d departed, her worries began to flock back to her, and as she stirred uncomfortably on her feet, she remembered that she had not even had a chance to properly greet the grey stud. “Oh, yes, Phantom, my name is Kip. I’m so very glad to meet you,” she whisked her tail anxiously at her hocks, keen to keep close to the stallion now that she’d finally stumbled across another equine, eyes bright as she took in his kindly face.

⚘ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℍ𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕝 + 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 ﴿

lone mare & colt | 10 & 4 weeks | lusitano | tags ; open!

The sturdy mare did not spare a thought for what had happened or what was to come: there was only now. With her ears tipped back and her head low, she did not hesitate in making her way forward, cutting through the grass with long, zebra-barred legs. Her foal minded her nicely for the time being, keeping to her flank as they pushed ahead, and the mare made a mental note of relevant landmarks as they passed. Gnarled trees, bare patches of land, hints of water; these might all be necessary later. She was not shocked to find herself out in such an open tract of land – she’d spent the better part of her life in pastures – although she did wonder where the other horses were. Pastures were always full of other horses, and Hazel preferred to establish herself in whatever party of hens was out here, before anything else. There would be other foals to meet, too, if this was in fact a pasture of broodmares, and her ears ticked up as she listened for any indication of strangers. She was not one to question the whims of humans; they things they did, like the things they said, made little sense to her. She would, as always, have to make her own way, and she turned her head to whicker gently at her foal as he began to wander off, drawn after the buzzing arc of some hopping insect. The colt returned good-naturedly, too distracted by the newness of the place to consider any unruly antics. Hazel knew better, of course, though she was glad for the foal’s attentiveness for the time being. He would be bounding away as soon as he felt secure enough to do so, and the mare slowed to a stop, head lifting and ears perking as she sampled the breeze, dark nostrils flaring as the wind strung through her gold-frosted mane.

❖ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℝ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕖 ﴿

stallion | 20 | andalusian cross | tags ; whisper

He came to a halt without completely realizing that his feet were stopping: his gait slowed, his head came up, and then an unfamiliar scent was seizing his attention. As well as a bright shape that stood out against the flat plain, and the stallion came to an easy standstill, eyes taking in a slow sweep of the area around him. There was only this one stranger; his flared nostrils were not picking up a tangled net of scents. Just this cream figure, with thick mane and bright feathered feet, and Reece watched carefully, judging the mare’s intentions as well as he could. It was a mare – her scent informed him of the fact, and this was also the reason he kept where he was, holding his ground, eyes fixed almost warily on the stranger. He hadn’t ever been face-to-face with a mare without his master there to have a handle on the situation, and now, uncertain as to whether this tall, bulky creature might bolt, Reece stood stiffly, ears perked on top of his head. His loneliness was a heavy weight upon him, however, and he was beginning to approach the mare before he could think otherwise, a gentle nicker escaping his muzzle. Perhaps she was frightened and alone, too, after all. “Hello there. Don’t be afraid.”

[broken*]

♛. ── ❝ PHANTOM ❞
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( 8 y/o ) ( stallion ) ( no mares ) ( american quarter ) ( tags: kip )


he did not want her to leave; he really, really did not want her to leave. the fleabitten gray stallion was a creature who enjoyed having companions around him, other horses that he could talk to or even just enjoy the silent peace of. he grew up in such a large herd that there was never a lacking of horses to interact with, but spending these last few weeks on his own, wandering aimlessly as though he no longer had a purpose, and then finally finding another horse... he couldnt lose her. he could see from the tenseness of her muscles and the wideness in her eyes that her instinct was to run from him, and he couldnt help the large breath of relief he felt when she did not bolt away. this was as new and strange to him as it was to her; he caught a slightly sour scent, realizing she was in heat, but honestly shook his muzzle a bit. that wasnt what he cared about, especially not now. "yes, yes i am. my name is ghost in the night, but everyone calls me phantom for short. i was a ranch horse, i herded cattle with my human on my back. i dont understand why ive been dropped out here, but youre the first other horse ive come across since being here and honestly im just glad. ive been so lonely."

♛. ── ❝ VENUS ❞
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( 5 y/o ) ( mare ) ( no herd; in heat ) ( dutch warmblood ) ( tags: lir )


as she stood there under the shade of the trees, she lowered her head to graze gently on the long grass that stood all around her. she wasnt really eating however, just lipping at the green plants that her hard hooves stood on. she wasnt truly relaxing; she knew that the humans must have had a purpose for sending her out into this wild world, and she doubted she was alone. other horses had likely been sent out here as well, not to mention possible predators that she had only heard rumors and stories of before being placed out here. her ears were constantly swiveling, her muscles tense and ready to bolt at a moments notice, and thats when her black-brown eyes landed on the approaching red roan stallion, just before he let out a strong whinny to call to her. she slowly raised her head and took him in; he was a handsome creature, standing tall with rippling muscles. she flicked her tail a bit, wondering if he could scent the beginning stages of her heat and if that was why he had been drawn to her. deciding he was worth her time, but playing hard to get as she always would, she raised her maw into the air and let out a strong nicker to call him to join her in the shade.

♛. ── ❝ RAIN & JUNO ❞
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( 4 y/o & 2 w/o ) ( mare & filly ) ( no herd ) ( american paint ) ( tags: hera & thor )


the little bay and white paint filly let out a squeal of excitement when the other foal said he wanted to be her friend, but she practically fell backwards when thor's mother stood over him, and she herself backed into her own mother's side. "sorry momma. i got excited again" the black and white mare smiled at her daughter and nuzzled her gently as she remained calm, as she always was, as she waited for the other mother to relax herself; she noticed the way her nostrils were flaring, likely scenting for any danger that she herself had brought, and she lowered her head in a submissive way to the other mother. "it is. i'm rain; i had juno after the humans released me out here. her father was not released with me. we've been on our own for the last two weeks." she lowered her voice, taking a step towards the other mare before she continued to speak. "she's my first foal. i feel completely overwhelmed on my own.."