━ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 "

[direwolf.]

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xxxxAs she enjoyed the refreshing water lap at her fur, Reyne's ears perked when she heard an approaching horse. Turning her head, she spotted a mare cantering toward the water before freezing at the sight of her. Her tail flicked in the water, her ears perking forward as she watched the other approach the body of water. Silently, she watched the mare lower her muzzle toward the water for a drink. Deciding she was cooled down enough, she stepped out of the water and shook it from her coat. She could feel the slight tension in the air as both mares kept a close eye on each other. "I'm Reyne." She greeted, rotating on her hooves to face the other, but she kept her distance in case the mare did not want her space to be invaded. The other mare looked very much groomed and proper while she on the other hand.. quite the opposite. She had burn scars on her back and rump from when her barn burned down with her in it.

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( female ) ( seven years ) ( american quarter ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: circe )
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xxxxWhen the stallion complimented her name, Stark gave a dip of her head in thanks. Stark was definitely a better name than the one he would have called her. He seemed like the kind of stallion who had won over many of mares with that kind of line. However, she was not that easy. Flatter did not have any sort of affect on her. She liked a stallion who was strong and a gentleman. Her ears perked back up, listening to the stallion explain that he had been here for a few days. "Several days. I'm not.. really used to this. I don't know why they sent me out here, but I'm not fond of being alone. I haven't seen any horses since I was released." She said, thinking back to the day of her release. She had been the only horse in the trailer, and it was dark and lonely. She had been on the trailer before but never alone.
xxxx"I wouldn't mind pairing up. That is, of course, you are looking for some company as well." She added after she had snapped out of her thoughts. Would this be a mistake? Whiskey did appear to be strong, and he was a fairly handsome stallion.. The thought of being alone sent shivers down her spine and made her briefly shake her pelt. He was better than nothing.

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( female ) ( nine years ) ( holsteiner ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: whiskey )
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xxxx"I haven't seen my dam in many years." Targaryen stated, giving a small flick of her tail. For all she knew, the old mare was dead and in the ground. Her dam had not been a first time mother when she was born, so she had been an experienced mother. Her ears pricked forward as the stallion explained his mother's situation. To her, it sounded like the stallion was caring for his dam since she was older. She had to admit that it was endearing that he was still caring for her. She was sure Azor Ahai would leave her as soon as a pretty mare came around to win his heart, but she still had plenty of time to be with her colt before another mare stole him from her.
xxxxShe dipped her head as the stallion explained his lineage as well as his mother's. They were of a different breed, so she assumed she was his adopted mother. She had heard stories of mares accepting another foal if their own had died and the foal had lost its mother. She had never been put in a situation such as that, but she was not sure what she would do. It took a very strong and caring mare to take on a foal that was not her own. Cloud sounded like the kind of mare who was maternal to all which was admirable.
xxxx"Lead the way then." She insisted, watching Azor Ahai run from behind her and toward the direction Rajah had come from. Snorting, she picked up her pace to keep close to her foal. She kept a careful eye on Rajah, making sure he upheld his promise not to harm her colt. "I'm assuming you and your dam were dropped off here together? Where were you before?"

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( female ) ( fourteen years ) ( friesian ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: azor ahai, rajah )
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xxxxExcited to be with another horse, Azor Ahai left his mother's side to run past Rajah and wait for him to lead them to where he last saw his dam. An excited whinny escaped him, his ears perked forward as he listened to his surroundings. He noticed his mother pick up pace to be beside him. The colt jumped around as they walked, but he did listen to the two older horses converse with each other. He did want to know where Rajah and his dam had come from. "We come from a ranch! I never met my sire though. All I remember is being on this big sca── ahem, not scary at all, trailer then we were here." He said, hoping they did not notice his obvious slip up.

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( male ) ( two months ) ( friesian appaloosa ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: targaryen, rajah )
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xxxxMormont was pleased to see that the other mare had calmed down some. No longer being frightened, she could truly see the beauty where they stood. It was a beautiful field, a pasture much larger than what she was used to. In her old pasture, she could see a horse wherever she looked, but here the other horses must be further out. She wanted to find more horses because her instinct was telling her to be in a large group. She was happy to have found Aine in this large pasture. The mare did not want to remain lonely for much longer. "Of course." She responded when the slightly younger mare thanked her. As she gazed around, she let it sink in that this was her new home. She was not sure how long she would stay here, but if the humans never came back for her, this would be where she died.
xxxx"Would you like to search for more horses? I know we can't be the only ones here." She questioned, turning her gaze back to her new companion, Aine. To have more companions would be nice for the two mares, she thought. Besides, she was growing rather thirsty, and she would like to find some water. Would there be trough littered throughout the field for them? Or would they have to find a pond of some sort? A nice dip in the water sounded like a fantastic thought as well. She was feeling a bit warm.

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( female ) ( six years ) ( dutch draft ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: aine )
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[Chaotic_Affection]

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K a l i l a h
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fixed mare || four yrs || hetero


Breed: Fjord horse.
Rank: Loner.
Mentions: Lorelei.
Tags: None [open].

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The young former-show mare had the proper walk of a show horse. Her strides were graceful and she held her maw high and her ears forward and alert. Though the mare's steps were interrupted as she constantly checked behind her for Lorelei; the ten month old Breton filly she'd taken under her wing after her mother had fallen sick. Kalilah couldn't have foals of her own as she was fixed, unfortunately unable to carry on her own bloodline, though her siblings back home will be able to carry on the show bloodline. Home; a foreign word to the mare now, she was removed from her home and placed in a new one, though the new one didn't feel homey at all. She was constantly on gaurd, protecting her filly. She'd run into the tall wire fence that contained the mare in her new home.
The mare continued forward, her dark hazel eyes scanning the land in front of her, and behind her when she checked. Kalila snorted softly to encourage Lorelei to keep pace, the filly didn't seem to understand that this is not like her last home; there are dangers here that roam nearly every corner, they're no longer protected by a stall or mere fence anymore. She feared that if she stopped that the filly would be snatched within seconds, though she knew that Lorelei needed rest eventually; just not yet.

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L o r e l e i
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filly || ten mnths || hetero


Breed: Breton draft.
Rank: Loner / foal.
Mentions: Kalila.
Tags: None [open].

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Lorelei often tried to copy her mother's stride; though she couldn't seem to get it right. She was unable to pick her limbs up like her Kalila could. Not yet anyway. The filly's muscular build seemed to limit her graceful movement, she gained her father's work horse build. Getting bored of practicing Kalilah's gate, her attention was grabbed by the small flowers below her hooves, her pace slowing to nip them out of the earth. The foal seemed to have the attention span of a human baby. She tossed her head up; allowing the flowers and grass the fray out above her, watching as they fell to the ground.
Kalilah's assuring snort made the filly hop forward, her legs moving quick as she picked up her pace to walk next to her mother.

[unnamed]

( ♚ ) 𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐊 𝐄 𝐘
( i. eleven year old stallion ) ( ii. dutch warmblood )
( iii. no mares ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. tags: stark )
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"I'm not either. Well, at least not fully. I used to travel across the lands far and wide. But I was always with others, including humans," Whiskey explained to her, "I'm afraid that only does so much good though." He couldn't recall seeing many horses either, was it that they just sent out so few? Or were they trapped in such a large area that finding each other could take days at a time? Whiskey, ever the social one, did not like the silence that fell between them despite the mare's comfort in it. All the silence served to do for him was remind him of the loneliness in the area, the lack of interaction, and the inevitable thought that they would be here longer than a few days. It was only moments later though that Stark found her courage before Whiskey found his, extending the offer of the two pairing up.. at lease for the meantime in her own words. Excitement seemed to fuel the stallion as his front hooves stamped the dirt in eagerness, "Of course! I'd love some company! I couldn't think of anything better!" Yes, Whiskey was a stallion entering his prime and most expected any foal like eagerness to disappear but it had never left the stallion, youth still coursed through his veins and it often showed.

( ♛ ) 𝐒 𝐀 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄
( i. five year old mare ) ( ii. mustang )
( iii. heat three ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. tags: alchemist )
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As Saorise approached she was surprised to see the large stallion seemed almost nervous, or the very least startled, by her presence and for a moment she wondered why. Surely something so big had nothing to fear, he was as big as a tree! She stopped a few feet back nostrils flaring as she searched for signs of any other horses besides himself. Finally she piped up, her voice overconfident and devoid of fear despite her potential danger, "What are you nervous for? Haven't you ever seen another horse or are you some weird introvert? What have you to even be nervous about?" Behind her her tail flicked back and forth to swat away the flies and other insects that were beginning to crowd her. The life of being wild was not suiting the mare and in that moment she desired nothing more than a good bath and brushing.

( ♛ ) 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. tags: rain&juno )
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With weary eyes, partly from her lack of sleep and partly from her stress over the entire situation, Hera watched as Thor reared back up at Juno, narrowly avoiding striking the younger filly's shoulder. Thor, though only a week older, was already much steadier on his own four hooves and wasn't quite accounting for Juno's younger age and smaller stature. The colt was playing like Juno was a full grown horse he could barrel into. When Rain spoke once again Hera pulled her eyes from the two foals and back to her fellow mother, listening attentively to the mother's worries though Hera herself couldn't relate much. Even though both she and her colt had been born in captivity with the safety of humans Hera had always had good natural instincts. Of course, and though she'd never admit this, she was a bit lost on what to do out here as well. There were no fences or stalls or guns to protect her and her colt from predators. Just her own hooves and protectiveness. "For starters you're worrying too much. She's alive and she's healthy, and running after things as all young foals do. I've had plenty and each one has left my side to chase things. Always keep her in sight and they always come back," Hera began moving forward at a leisurely stroll. She found Rain's company a bit comforting but they'd still need others to truly keep themselves safe and Hera was intent on finding them.

( ♛ ) 𝐑 𝐎 𝐘 𝐀 𝐋 𝐓 𝐘
( i. six year old mare ) ( ii. andalusian )
( iii. heat two ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. no tags )
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Dirt caked legs pranced through the long grasses, unaware or perhaps ignorant of the mess that began to coat the mare's typically clean coat. Her mane was tangled, knots beginning to show in what was once a very clean, very groomed set of hair. Royalty's eyes glazed across the open plains in search of other life, in search of a human who would groom her with warm water and soap before they gently brushed out the knots in her mane. Despite how many times she had called out no humans had shown up, not even so much as the sound of another horse or a wagon being pulled along. Tossing her head back Royalty called out once again, a drawn out whinny her latest attempt at finding someone who'd attend to her needs.