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Stallion โ Irish Draft โ 12 Years โ Tags: Venus
Mares: - โ Foals Sired: -
All thoughts of humans now forgotten, all fears about the circumstance of his abandonment quenched, Lรญr studied the mare for a number of heartbeats. She had a lightly muscular frame, but long legs, a clear warmblood breed. He had met many warmblood types in his life, the humans at his homeplace seeming to prefer the strength and agility of the breeds. Flicking his reddish tail against his hocks, the stallionโs ears pricked forward eagerly as she raised her head, regarding him just as he regarded her. Nostrils flared upon a blackened muzzle as each of the pair watched the other, checking body language and wondering about intentions. Dark eyes glanced down to her flicking tail, but he was too far from her to catch any heat scent. All the more reason to draw closer. The mare issued a welcoming nicker, inviting him closer, and the stallion was only happy to oblige. Large hooves drawing him closer to the mare, he traveled carefully and calmly to the shade, not rushing her, but not dawdling too long, either. As he neared the shade, he lowered his head to the sweet, green grass, taking in any scents that may have been surrounding her. There were no traces of other horses, no signs of strange stallions, so he raised his head as he approached, more confident in his greeting now that he was sure she was alone. โAfternoon, Maโam.โ He spoke as he approached, his voice soft and welcoming, as polite as he could make it. He was unfamiliar with approaching strange mares - normally the humans just dumped them within his herd. Stopping at a respectable distance, hoping not to crowd her in his first introduction, he lowered his muzzle, offering his muzzle to her so she could catch his scent.
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Mare โ Appaloosa โ 5 Years โ Tags: Mormont
Stallion: - โ Status: Heat 2
รine never meant to seem nervous, never having reason to be nervous around new horses before, but without her old friends at her side, she felt significantly more open, more exposed to this strange mare. The draft had not given her any reason to be so nervous, had been more than friendly than standoffish, but still, the young appaloosa felt apprehensive. All that apprehension melted away, however, at the mareโs kind words, her kindly invitation to join her, the little mare raised her head with a prick of her ears, delight clear in her eyes. โThank you, Mormont.โ She said, sincerity lacing deep in her words. She kept an ear tuned to the mare as she turned her head to gaze over the area, the territory, that which was so unknown to both mares. Eyes traveling the terrain before them, taking in the sights and sounds, it suddenly changed from a terrifying expanse of lonliness to a beautiful vision before her. The dance of the grasses in the wind, the soft sound of the breeze passing their ears, the elegant movements of the birds in the skies and the sweet scents that drifted past her muzzle. Her tail lifted lightly, a tell of the excitement that suddenly rushed through her veins. Now she had a companion, and the world did not seem all too daunting. โIt is...โ She breathed, dark eyes drinking in the area around them.
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Mare/Colt โโ Thoroughbred/Irish Sport Horse โโ 13 Years/3 Months โโ Tags: Open
Stallion: - โ 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 โ Black Forest Horse โ 9 Years โ Tags: Open
Stallion: - โ 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.
