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My gallery · by **. mira .** » Tue Jul 09, 2019 10:11 am

Lifting his head in the direction of the strong midday sun, Galileo fine-tuned his ears to any noise around him. He heard fillies and colts in the distance. Of course the watering hole would be heavily populated, the prime location to find fillies. Unfortunately, from the noises, he was a bit late to the gathering and most fillies were already being approached. The bay roan male didn't feel like starting a fight, but he continued steadily towards the sounds his alert ears picked up. The Friesian and Belgian Draft mix was quite heavy-set due to his draft breeding and his primarily Friesian genes didn't make him any smaller. However, the Friesian in him caused him to be of a longer body than a typical stocky Belgian Draft would be. The classic disadvantage of being a draft or a draft cross was the lack of ability to move quickly. Galileo had this disability but very mildly. He was now in the grasslands area, moving down from a more mountainous region of the horses' lands. Galileo spotted a few outlines. A colt and two fillies. One of the fillies was heading quickly away and Galileo couldn't help but see an opportunity to approach a filly. However, as he came closer, he noticed that the tobiano filly seemed agitated. Galileo would be careful and not make a fool of himself (hopefully). He grazed, showing that he wouldn't run quickly up to her and attempt to snatch her with unflattering words. Not that he was the kind of colt that just 'snatched' mares. A quiet, barely audible nicker escaped his lips. He met the filly's eyes but then leaned down and continued to graze.

Why must these colts all be so young and immature? She thought, annoyed. All the stallions were rounded up and now she was left with young and cocky colts. Snitch was frustrated, a usual state of mind for the young mare. The thirst that had been building in her throat was now unbearable, so she set out for the watering hole. As she came closer, she became quickly aware of just how many young horses were at the watering hole. From a distance, there were plenty of noises but she hadn't thought much of them. The bay filly made her way through gatherings, her tail flicking to show everyone that she wasn't interested in conversation. Most colts were falling over themselves chatting with other mares anyways. A few, she noticed, had many mares crowded around them. Suddenly, two appeared to be fighting. This made her snicker but she continued walking. Finally Snitch found a clear spot to drink. Nearby was a stallion chatting with a tense-looking mare. Snitch made a slight noise but continued to drink, tempting the stallion to come over or say hi. She wasn't sure she wanted to be claimed yet but she sure would love to have a little fun.

Moving towards the less populated end of the watering hole, the Appaloosa filly found a place at the water's edge. She lowered her leopard-spotted neck and lapped greedily. The other foals' excited energy made her nervous. There were some as young as six months, and the oldest she'd seen so far was a three year old, but there were possibly older ones out there.While this was a possibility, she had a feeling that over three year olds had all passed away or been rounded up. Estrella was alerted by the noises of what she assumed to be clashing colts. As she had guessed, a Friesian was rivaled by another colt and the Friesian won. He appeared to be on of the older ones out there, about three. Being older, he was probably more experienced. Though they were all very new to this game of wild horse life. Stallions' fights seemed useless to Estrella but maybe that would change when she was older. All these thoughts of were to eat next, a good place at the watering hole, which stallion to accept and which to reject, was so new and scary to her. Thoughts swirled around her head. While she thought she should probably approach a colt, Estrella felt too anxious to do so, so instead she moved a little away from the crowds, cocked a hoof, and tried to take a nap in the mild sun.

Mabel was lost. Utterly lost. Everywhere she looked, things were so close to places she knew, but not quite so right. Everything was just a little off. After her mother had died, and her next caretaker had been rounded up, she had been so frightened she wouldn't leave her home grasslands for weeks. But after staying still for so long, when she finally did move, it was far and quickly. Not an ounce of logic crossed her mind when Mabel had decided to run fast and free in no particular direction. The Arabian filly was now in foreign territory, though it couldn't possibly be far from her home. When Mabel thought about it, she didn't really want to go back home. It would make her too sad and make her miss her mothehr horribly. Not to mention, she had no clue what direction home was in the first place! As she wandered and thought, Mabel became hungry. Allowing herself to graze for a few moments in the valley, she herd noises. They sounded like faint hoof steps. Another horse! Overjoyed, Mabel took bounding strides towards the noise and she came upon a grazing Thoroughbred filly. "Hello!" She squealed. "Hello, hello, hello! I am Mabel!" She was soon by the side of the filly and looked up expectantly into the filly's eyes.

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Tue Jul 09, 2019 12:38 pm

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filly - two years old - mustang x icelandic horse - 15 hh - silver grullo

JUNO

loner - heat 03 - location ; near watering hole - tags ; open

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the small filly had never been so grateful for spring to come around - then, this was only the third one of her life if you included the season she was born. still, it rang true; the sooner juno could put the past winter behind, and shed the rest of the fluffy winter coat she had inherited from her father the better. it wasn't nearly as thick as she had seen her father's get, and while wonderfully helpful during winter, the shedding process was maddening. the filly huffed as she kept close to the trees and let the bark drag against her in an effort to rid herself of her fluff quicker.

her ears pricked from beneath her ever thick pale mane as she wind carried with it the sound of other horses nearby, the itch and building thirst in her throat momentarily forgotten. it had been weeks since she had been in the presence of any other horses and the idea of new company - perhaps, even, the company of a colt - was an exciting prospect. as well as a practical one. she was keenly and frustratingly aware she was on the smaller side of the scale and unlikely to get much bigger, all by herself she was essentially easy pickings for a larger predator.

setting out towards the direction where her fellow creatures were in a brisk trot, juno let her mind wander. if her mother was alive, rest her soul, she'd surely have found herself in the middle of their herd like a naughty yearling. again. her mother had been getting on in the years and overprotective of her last foal - but unwilling to accept that juno was likely to be her last, and so had kept her close; she wasn't going to let her daughter be snaked and become a grandmother when she didn't have a new foal to focus her energy on.

juno slowed as the watering hole came into view, pausing to take in her surroundings. there was quite a few colts and fillies gathered around, broken up into groups as they talked amongst themselves. briefly, she considered what her mother would have called barging in to one of the groups, but the thirst was once against dryly niggling her throat and the body of water looked positively divine after the few drinking spots in the canyons, so she made her way down to the water's edge to quench her thirst; keeping watch on those around her through her thick mane.

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colt - two years old - friesian x irish cob - 16.2 hh - black sabino

DOLOS

bachelor - location ; treeline - tags ; esadowa, hercules

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a twig snapped under the colt's heavy feathered foot as he picked his way through the trees towards the direction of the watering hole. if any of his old band brother's were around they'd all be packed nervously behind him; they'd all been born and raised under open skies instead of a tree canopy like dolos had. the trees weren't even packed particularly close here compared to where he had been born but without a doubt they'd be ready to spook if a mouse rustled a leaf in fear that it was a predator come to hunt them down in such close quarters. his father had staked his claim deeper within the forest, and it was there dolos had grown.

thinking of his band brothers made his chest ache. he'd been with them since he was so young, their losses hurt more than losing his natal herd (not including his mother) ever had. he had quietly hoped against hope that as the canyons began to empty that he might cross paths with one or two that had survived the illness and avoided the humans, but it seemed terribly unlikely. dolos sighed heavily and continued to press onwards towards the noises of other horses. though he had to say his goodbyes to his friends, maybe he could make some new ones. maybe take some younger colts under his wing and teach them how to band together until the day they could start a film - or maybe he'd even find a filly or two and make a herd of his own? who knows, spring had only just begun and just about anything was possible.

the treeline continued to thin until dolos found himself looking out over the watering hole and number of horses. a soft voice broke him from his observations and he turned his head to see a filly and young foal a short distance away in the shade the trees provided. she was breathing hard and checking over the foal who was flopped out on the ground. the colt shifted his weight and stepped out of the shadowy cover of the trees, deliberately trying to make some noise by blowing out a gentle huff of air through his nose to allow the filly to know she had some company.

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filly - two years old - mustang x irish cob - 15 hh - palomino

PERSEPHONE

loner - heat 02 - location ; watering hole - tags ; open

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editing in, feel free to tag

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filly - six months old - mustang x irish cob - 13 hh - buckskin

STYX

loner - location ; watering hole - tags ; open

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My gallery · by **carpe noctem.** » Tue Jul 09, 2019 1:13 pm

━━━━━━━━ ( ❝ 𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 ❞ ) ━━━━━━━

I. colt II. three III. andalusian x IV. no mares V. no progeny VI. tagged:
rose, snitch

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OSIRIS watched as she released a snort of laughter at his comment, and he gazed at her, curious to know what she would say. As she spoke, he nodded his head slightly. "Well, I am no attacker, Rose," he replied smoothly.
He noticed movement out the corner of his eye, and saw a pretty young mare. She called out to him for a brief moment, and he pricked his ears, an interested expression upon his features. He gave her a neigh in response, proudly showing off his well-muscled features to her. Turning back to Rose, he opened his maw to reply, "If you want to stay on guard like this all the time, fine, be my guest, but the protection of a herd is far more valuable than the freedom of being alone. The world is cruel, and the stallions you meet might not all be as willing to take the time to talk to you and know you like I have." His final words had a slightly dark air to it, a warning to her of what dangers may lay if she wanted to run away and live the life of a foolish young filly running on her own. If she left, he would certainly try to snake her back, although his attention was divided, and he hoped to attract the two fillies to join him.

━━━━━━━━ ( ❝ 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 ❞ ) ━━━━━━━━

I. filly II. three III. friesian IV. heat stage : 3 V. no progeny VI. untagged

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— will edit in later <3 feel free to tag —

━━━━━━━ ( ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 ❞ ) ━━━━━━━

I. filly II. two III. mustang x IV. heat stage : 2 V. no progeny VI. untagged

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My gallery · by **purpledirewolf2019** » Tue Jul 09, 2019 6:09 pm

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Stallion /\ Colt /\ 2 Years /\ Knapstrupper /\ Location: /\ Herd: None /\ Tags: Open
WIP

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Colt /\ 1 Year 8 Months /\ Mustang x QH /\ Waterhole /\ Herd: None /\ Tags: atreus, kairon, gaia, sabia,
esadowa/hercules

WIP Editing in

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Filly /\ 2 Years 2 Months /\ Thoroughbred /\ Treeline /\ Herd: None /\ Heat: Stage 2 /\ Tags: atreus, kairon, gaia, sabia, esadowa/hercules

The white filly moved along the tree line for a little bit, trying to get some distance from the fight between the two colts, before she decided to start walking towards the water. She heard the two colts squealing as they fought, but it ended a lot quicker than she thought it would last. The dapple grey colt had given up, and to her surprise, he decided to come up to her. Cloud laid her ears back a little nervously as he approached, and looked towards the black colt, but luckily he didn't seem to be pay her any attention. She then focused on the dapple grey colt in front of her. "Hello there." she greeted him shyly. "Oh, you didn't frighten me. The fight you were in just made me a bit nervous. Are you alright?" she asked, just trying to make polite conversation. Cloud knew that this colt lost the fight to the black colt, but interestingly enough that didn't bother her.

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Filly/\ 1 Year 8 Months /\ Lusitano /\ Location /\ Herd: None /\ Heat: Too Young /\ Tags: Open
WIP

My gallery · by **Irhiea** » Tue Jul 09, 2019 8:59 pm

❀ KᗩᕼᒪIᗩ ❀
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢; 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 13.3hh; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰;
𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦; x
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
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The stallion's calm and confident speech made the small mare felt more at ease. She had been running purely on instincts over the last month and would appreciate a stallion to protect her in the future. This was also the first time that a stallion had shown interest in the young filly. Others had simply found her to young to be of any use, often harassing the conenmara. Although this year, Kahlia had come into her very first heat, earlier than some of the other fillies. She shook slightly, nervous about having a potential foal next year. How could she care for it, when she is still very much a foal herself? Unsure of the world and any responsibilities in a herd, Kahlia would only make an excellent, immature dam. When Oriel begun challenging the other stallion, her heart pounded, and her legs quivered, but she manged to stay glued to her spot. While he was occupied, the filly took this opportunity to turn to taller filly beside her. "Hi, my name's Kahlia, what's yours? Kahlia neighted softly to the black mare, "and what do you think will happen?" She motioned to the two stallions currently displaying threats with snorts and kicks. The other stallion, while smaller in size, did not back down from Oriel's display of dominance, but rather returned with his own kicks and whinnies. "Is he going to attack?" Kahlia neighed to Oriel, her round eyes betraying fear.

♔ Kairon ♔
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘨; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺; 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘰; x
𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦; 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
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Kairon couldn't help but stare at the filly's delicate pink nose as she introduced herself. He had never seen horses with a complete pink nose before, and he was still staring when he realised the filly was waiting for an answer."Ah yes I'm fine." The grey stallion nickered absentmindedly, losing the fight gave Kairon a blow to his ego, but he'll recover. His neck, where the other stallion had struck, was still sore from tension before, but he brushed it off and continued to speak, ignoring the slight pain. Whilst he had being chatting with the filly in front of him, many others had taken this time to come and go front he water hole. Although only one had caught his eye, a silvery grullo filly around the same age as most. She had seemed a bit nervous as she appeared from the grasslands for a quick drink. Now with the black stallion distracted over the other side of the water, kairon invited her over with a soft nicker, all the while throwing his head up to show off his muscled neck and seem bigger than he really is. Losing a fight, but gaining two fillies isn't all that bad, the oldenburg thought to himself. "Hello there!" he called out with a nicker, his voice loud and confident.

¤ Sábia ¤
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢 /𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘰; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰; 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘢; x
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
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Sábia had being talking with gaia, the halflinger filly when the black colt approached with confidence, introducing himself."Hello" Sábia neighed softly with annoyance, swishing her tail. She haven't been wanting to join a herd so soon. All the colts seemed too immature to properly to protect themselves, at alone a herd. The grullo filly leaned back, her ears flickering when the colt made a comment about the filly with the small foal. "Oh? So you'll not hurt the little one?" Sábia asked, testing the colt. "Or... is that just for show until you've successfully gained the filly?" the sorraia continued questioning, suspicious of the friesian now parked in front of her and gaia. This reserved filly needed a lot more before she would be convinced to join a colt.

➳ Ziva ➳
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘪; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘣𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰; 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 16hh; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰;
𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘺𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘰; x
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
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Ziva had barely trotted away from the two horses before making eye contact with another colt. He gave a brisk nicker acknowledging her presence but did nothing further. Instantly her interest got better of her and the filly slowed from her trot to better glance at the colt. Compared to the other horses roaming around, the bay roan was rather heavy set with dark feathering donning his four hooves. He seemed mature, without the arrogant and egotistic vibe the other young colts were giving off. Ziva shrugged her mane, stopping to neigh a hello back. The marwari filly approached slowly, holding her head high. She couldn't help but admire the colt's strong muscles as he lazily tore at the fresh young grass. Swinging her curved ears forward, the colt had Ziva's full attention, forgetting about her previous interaction. "Looks like someone's enjoying himself." She said sarcastically. Was the colt playing a game with her by pretending he's not interested? Ziva narrowed her eyes, well she needed to cool off some stream from the embarrassment earlier and this is the perfect opportunity to harass a colt. The tobiano stood confidently in front of the colt, awaiting his response.

My gallery · by **. mira .** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 1:44 am

Galileo looked up for a moment when she whinnied back. He couldn't help but be just a little pleased to notice that she seemed to be admiring him and had slowed from her brisk trot. Galileo stopped for a moment, looking intently at her ears. They were curved in at the tops. What a strange thing, he couldn't help but think. Galileo had never seen a horse with ears like that, so he had no idea what to think of them - where they misshapen or just bred that way? He decided not to ask questions yet, there would be time for that. Galileo continued to graze until she was right in front of him. Then he lifted his well-muscled neck and met her eyes. The filly was interested but guarded and clearly a bit feisty. The draft and Friesian cross wasn't bothered by her sarcastic words but instead cracked a smile. "Why, yes, I am. I would ask you the same, but you appear to be agitated by that - I'm sure immature - colt over there." Galileo shook his head for a moment, as if the immaturity of most colts made him feel nauseous. He had planned to save questions for another time, if there was one, but his curiosity quickly got the best of him. The bay roan colt peered intently at her ears. "I must ask, excuse me if I offend you, but why are your ears curved in at the tops? They are beautiful, but I have never seen any ears like them." His words were entirely true, and he hoped he sounded sincere. Most fillies - especially the feisty ones, such as the filly in front of him - didn't like to hear sappy flattery as a resource in a claiming attempt. Instead, Galileo preferred to speak to them honestly and sincerely. If they were beautiful, he would say so.

Snitch accepted his whinny with a brief nod of her head. The colt was still speaking to the other filly, a pure white Lipizzan. The colt appeared to be getting rather annoyed with this mare, but was keeping his annoyance at bay. Ah, good for him. Snitch had nothing better to do than graze and tempt a colt, so she planned on playing that game. This colt was probably eager to get a two-in-one deal, but Snitch planned on being a piece of work. Apparently, so did the other filly. While she waited for him to finish his conversation, one way or another, with the all-white filly, she inspected him. He was stunning and stood out from a distance - his black mane and tail were jet black. His coat was an interesting dappled color she'd never seen before. Snitch had seen buckskins, and she'd seen dappled, but never a dappled buckskin with dark accents mixed in. The Mustang and Akhal Teke crossbreed's mind soon wandered to what interesting foals they might have together. Should she, of course, accept the offer that would soon be coming her way. Snitch was curious to see how the colt would interact with her. Would he take the flattering approach? Be kind and truthful? Cold and calculating?

Moving towards the less populated end of the watering hole, the Appaloosa filly found a place at the water's edge. She lowered her leopard-spotted neck and lapped greedily. The other foals' excited energy made her nervous. There were some as young as six months, and the oldest she'd seen so far was a three year old, but there were possibly older ones out there.While this was a possibility, she had a feeling that over three year olds had all passed away or been rounded up. Estrella was alerted by the noises of what she assumed to be clashing colts. As she had guessed, a Friesian was rivaled by another colt and the Friesian won. He appeared to be on of the older ones out there, about three. Being older, he was probably more experienced. Though they were all very new to this game of wild horse life. Stallions' fights seemed useless to Estrella but maybe that would change when she was older. All these thoughts of were to eat next, a good place at the watering hole, which stallion to accept and which to reject, was so new and scary to her. Thoughts swirled around her head. While she thought she should probably approach a colt, Estrella felt too anxious to do so, so instead she moved a little away from the crowds, cocked a hoof, and tried to take a nap in the mild sun.

Mabel was lost. Utterly lost. Everywhere she looked, things were so close to places she knew, but not quite so right. Everything was just a little off. After her mother had died, and her next caretaker had been rounded up, she had been so frightened she wouldn't leave her home grasslands for weeks. But after staying still for so long, when she finally did move, it was far and quickly. Not an ounce of logic crossed her mind when Mabel had decided to run fast and free in no particular direction. The Arabian filly was now in foreign territory, though it couldn't possibly be far from her home. When Mabel thought about it, she didn't really want to go back home. It would make her too sad and make her miss her mothehr horribly. Not to mention, she had no clue what direction home was in the first place! As she wandered and thought, Mabel became hungry. Allowing herself to graze for a few moments in the valley, she herd noises. They sounded like faint hoof steps. Another horse! Overjoyed, Mabel took bounding strides towards the noise and she came upon a grazing Thoroughbred filly. "Hello!" She squealed. "Hello, hello, hello! I am Mabel!" She was soon by the side of the filly and looked up expectantly into the filly's eyes.

My gallery · by **azhefa.** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 1:46 am

┌─────────────┐
ＡＴＲＥＵＳ
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no nick ● 3 years ● bachelor
friesian/percheron ● black
─── x ───
0 coverings
lead ● mare
mare ● mare
mare ● mare
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location; waterhole
tags; gaia, sabia, persephone/
styx, estrella, ash, ophelia,
buttercup, esadowa/hercules [m]
└─────────────┘

the dark colt flattens his ears at sabia and her remarks, snide questions about his morals. atreus snorts a tad harsh in rejection to the idea of killing a foal. "i am not my father, i don't kill helpless foals just because they aren't my own," he all but snaps at the grulla filly, but quickly puts a lid on his hot temper with a shake of his mane. "the older stallions did such things, murdering in cold blood, but they are gone and it's our valley now. we can shape our own rules now and make a better future with less barbaric tactics." though he was only a 3-year-old, atreus felt like he was much older due to the weight of responsibility that has landed upon him. he hadn't been ready to be thrown into the chaos of herd dynamics when the adults perished, he still had two years to learn all he needs to know before trying a hand at holding a herd. and he wasn't the only one, many other colts were just as inexperienced, but at least he knows enough.

atreus looks from sabia to gaia and then around the area to check for dangers. and maybe some more fillies, though mostly dangers. he turns his body a little when he sees a painted figure out by esadowa and the foal in the trees, his instincts screaming for him to charge over and snake her away from the other horse, but he squashes such ideas and focuses on the two fillies before him instead. if the other filly and foal wish to return, he will go and escort them back, but he won't charge into another battle so soon after the last, especially with all the fillies he's been trying to guard on edge from the previous one.

as he looks around the area of the waterhole, atreus spots a palomino filly with a foal at her side that appears similar in color to her. a sibling perhaps? he is unsure to call out to the pair since the fillies he was with now were still on edge with him, but he also doesn't want them to be stolen away by some weak foal of a colt who can't protect them like he could. atreus gives a beckoning whinny to persephone and styx, but doesn't move from where he stands with sabia and gaia, not wanting them to get offended and flee. much to his delight, and possible dread, yet another filly appears at the water's edge. this one was a spotted beauty, but clearly skittish and shy so he only nickers to estrella to encourage her to come join him and the little group he was slowly trying to form. being near the waterhole was such a good plan, maybe too good of a plan since now he's got so many fillies to keep track of he can barely keep an eye on them with how they are all scattered about. hopefully they decided to converge to one spot so he can better greet them and try to court them into his herd. as he waits for replies to his beckoning calls, even more fillies show up to get a drink of water. if this keeps up, his plan will officially become his nightmare. atreus nickers to the several other fillies who arrive at the waterhole [ash, ophelia, buttercup] though the buckskin doesn't look to be old enough to breed. doesn't matter now, he's got plenty of older fillies so a few younger ones would be accepted as well.

┌─────────────┐
ＥＯＳ
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no nick ● 2 years ● loner
andalusian cross ● dapple grey
─── x ───
no stallion
heat stage 2
──────
location; valley
tags; open
└─────────────┘

when the two colts square up to each other, eos knew a fight was bound to happen. these were immature youngsters who have no idea how to battle properly and with minimal if any bloodshed. of course there's going to be a nasty fight. eos snorts at the pair and moves off just as the darker one lets out a squeal and initiates the battle. how foolish they were, getting injured so soon into the spring season will only lead to peril later on. how can they protect a herd and offspring with damaged legs or beat up muscles? the grey filly flicks her tail in dismissal as she wanders away from the waterhole in search of better company. movement draws her gaze and she sees that she's not the only one to leave the commotion, the filly with a young foal at her side also flees while the others seem to stick around as if curious to who will win the battle. not her problem, so she continues on at a leisurely pace. there were several fillies dotted around the valley as well as some young colts, two of which seemed to square up like the other pair at the waterhole. looks like there's going to be a lot of fighting this year, but then again, these colts don't know each other and need to know where they stand in the new social order so she guesses fighting was inevitable.

┌─────────────┐
ＥＩＲＥＮＥ
──────
no nick ● 1y 10m ● loner
thoroughbred cross ● chestnut
─── x ───
no herd
too young
──────
location; valley
tags; enyo, open
└─────────────┘

grazing was quite boring for the young filly, but she was also quite hungry after being in the canyons where there's little food to graze upon and not much water to go around for all the youngsters that were hiding in the gorges. though she wasn't of age to breed yet, eirene was still excited for this year. there weren't any adult mares around to boss her into submission or older stallions to chase off her would-be suitors. she had been well liked by the young studs that trailed her birth herd, each wanting her for their own, but her sire always kept them away and would chase them off before she could even get their names. some of the older studs were killed by the plague while others were spared, but it seems nature has a sense of humor since none of the ones who lived were very appealing to the filly. she has a keen eye for things she likes and has an idea of what she wants in colt who was to be her foals' sire and their protector. eirene is also quite fixated on colors, wanting the best looking stud so she can have the best looking foal. it may be rather vain of her, but she likes what she likes. perhaps she can find a good strong colt with somewhat of a brain and lovely coat. it wouldn't be much fun to join a pretty looking brute with no sense of fun.

┌─────────────┐
ＥＮＹＯ
──────
no nick ● 1y 10m ● loner
thoroughbred cross ● seal bay
─── x ───
no herd
too young
──────
location; valley
tags; eirene, open
└─────────────┘

unlike her sister, enyo wasn't looking for a colt to join. she wants to be left alone and not have to deal with the drama that will take place each time a new filly joins the herd or another colt comes to test the lead colt that guards the herd. so much drama for so little reward. her interest in colts was dashed when her intended was killed by the plague some weeks ago. the grey stallion was young, but not young enough to withstand the sickness. it broke her heart when she saw him collapse while fleeing to the canyons and then returned to find him gone with the others who perished. enyo refuses to join a herd now, not wanting to deal with anyone else. she doesn't even really want to be around her twin sister much anymore. eirene was a handful and will only get worse once a colt comes along to nab her up. her sister was rather ditsy to say the least, following the shiniest coat and smoothest charm before actually thinking and evaluating. enyo is the one to evaluate each decision before going along with it, analyzing each reward and possible flaw that she would have to deal with. herds were full of flaws and not much reward so she doesn't want to deal with it. maybe one day she'll find another colt who strikes her fancy, but she doubts it will be anytime soon.

My gallery · by **Irhiea** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 12:23 am

¤ Sábia ¤
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢 /𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘰; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰; 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘢; x
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
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"I apologise for being so blunt, I was being rude." Sábia said, turning her head slightly so she could better glance at the black colt. She was a little surprised at his genuine response. Well, this colt had ideals, a dream of shaping the valley better than his predecessors. "Don't worry too much," noticing Artreus's tense stance as he surveyed the waterhole, she added walking up to the friesian. "The younger fillies would flock to the stallion that makes them feel safe. And so far you seem more mature than the other gathered colts around here." Sábia had decided to aid the colt's conquest for fillies, his previous answer to her ill-mannered questions made her feel rather guilty of asking them. Glancing at the various newcomers, the sorraia offered "Go meet the others, we'll stay around the waterhole." she whinnied softly to the colt, assuring that she wouldn't run away. "Or, if you want, I could go and make conversation with the more nervous ones out there" Sábia suggested after spotting a few tense fillies glancing constantly at Atreus with a worried look.

➳ Ziva ➳
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𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥; 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙: 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘪; 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩: 𝘣𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰; 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 16hh; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰;
𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴; 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘺𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘰; x
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦;
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

"Yes...yes, very immature..." She said, glancing back at the pair. Only that the other colt wasn't immature, but rather quite handsome and sophisticated and quite attractive...to a point. Though, this colt doesn't need to know that. The tobiano shrugged at the thought, before returning her attention to the horse in front of her. At the remark of the colt about her ears, Ziva narrowed her eyes slightly. "You think they're nice?" she asked, all the while twitching her ears. "My birth herd all had curved ears, I guess it's a unique trait." Ziva neighed softly, reminiscing the good times she spent with her friends and families. "Back in the day, there was a whole herd of us. But now it's just probably just me. Alone." at the thought of this the Marwari went silent, staring into the distant forests. She didn't even realise how lonely she felt until this bay had drawn it out of her. By accident. Ziva huffed gently before snapping back to the present. "Uh yes. Quite unlucky of you to miss out seeing our gorgeous herd." she whinnied trying to mask the slight awkwardness hanging in the air.

My gallery · by **. mira .** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 1:20 am

Galileo sensed something in her voice - maybe insincerity - as she quickly told him the other colt was immature. Not that it mattered much to Galileo if she lied or not. Her question made Galileo smile. He loved the way the feisty mare asked unsurely, 'You think they're nice?'. The colt nodded. "They are very nice, indeed." The shire crossbreed nodded as she explained that her birth herd was like that. She was worried that she was the only one left, which Galileo could understand. The silence was a little awkward, but Galileo knew that the filly probably had more to say so he stayed quiet. "It's a shame I never saw a whole herd of you. I'll be honest - it's possible you're the last of your herd but I'm sure there are more of you curved-ears out there, somewhere. You'll find another someday." He said gently but encouragingly. Galileo allowed his eyes to stray from hers. He stepped forwards, his big feathered hooves clip-clopping. The colt reached out his nose and sniffed his neck gently. She was not far into heat, but Galileo did not mind. He knew he'd be lucky if he could convince the beautiful filly to join his herd. He stepped back, and shook out his mane. "I apologize - I have not introduced myself yet. My name is Galileo. What is yours?" He asked, looking calmly at her.

Snitch accepted his whinny with a brief nod of her head. The colt was still speaking to the other filly, a pure white Lipizzan. The colt appeared to be getting rather annoyed with this mare, but was keeping his annoyance at bay. Ah, good for him. Snitch had nothing better to do than graze and tempt a colt, so she planned on playing that game. This colt was probably eager to get a two-in-one deal, but Snitch planned on being a piece of work. Apparently, so did the other filly. While she waited for him to finish his conversation, one way or another, with the all-white filly, she inspected him. He was stunning and stood out from a distance - his black mane and tail were jet black. His coat was an interesting dappled color she'd never seen before. Snitch had seen buckskins, and she'd seen dappled, but never a dappled buckskin with dark accents mixed in. The Mustang and Akhal Teke crossbreed's mind soon wandered to what interesting foals they might have together. Should she, of course, accept the offer that would soon be coming her way. Snitch was curious to see how the colt would interact with her. Would he take the flattering approach? Be kind and truthful? Cold and calculating?

The large black Friesian looked at her and nickered, startling her out of her rough sleep with a huff. Estrella found herself a bit disgusted - he was running filly to filly, trying to collect them before any other colt could. She hoped he wouldn't attempt to claim her - he appeared to be a stallion that could easily take advantage of her pushover personality. Estrella looked back at the two or so fillies near him. As more fillies showed up, some with foals, Estrella laughed quietly to herself. She was having fun watching this stallion desperately try to get every single mare he saw into a position to be courted. The Appaloosa filly moved farther away, and slowly ambled towards a palomino filly. Estrella wanted company so badly, but not with the tiring effort of being persuaded and claimed. She shyly spoke to the palomino. "Hello. I'm Estrella." Her voice was soft and barely audible. The six-month buckskin filly that stood at the Mustang and Irish Cob mix's side was adorable and made her smile.

Mabel was lost. Utterly lost. Everywhere she looked, things were so close to places she knew, but not quite so right. Everything was just a little off. After her mother had died, and her next caretaker had been rounded up, she had been so frightened she wouldn't leave her home grasslands for weeks. But after staying still for so long, when she finally did move, it was far and quickly. Not an ounce of logic crossed her mind when Mabel had decided to run fast and free in no particular direction. The Arabian filly was now in foreign territory, though it couldn't possibly be far from her home. When Mabel thought about it, she didn't really want to go back home. It would make her too sad and make her miss her mothehr horribly. Not to mention, she had no clue what direction home was in the first place! As she wandered and thought, Mabel became hungry. Allowing herself to graze for a few moments in the valley, she herd noises. They sounded like faint hoof steps. Another horse! Overjoyed, Mabel took bounding strides towards the noise and she came upon a grazing Thoroughbred filly. "Hello!" She squealed. "Hello, hello, hello! I am Mabel!" She was soon by the side of the filly and looked up expectantly into the filly's eyes.

My gallery · by **baby blue** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 2:45 am

━━━━━ ( “ ᴠᴏʟᴄᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀsʜ ” )

ash \\ filly \\ andalusian \\ no herd \\ at watering hole \\ heat stage 02 \\ atreus

ash had barely began her descent to the watering hole when a nicker traveled to her ears. She stopped suddenly, head raising as her ears swiveled to locate the source of the sound. it took her less than a minute for her eyes to land on a black stallion who would definitely tower over her. she nickered back at him before continuing towards the water’s edge. lowering her head, ash took a couple of quick, but long drinks of the cool water. she wanted to get out there and meet more friends, if they would let her be friends with them.

──── // ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ❞ // ──

how long should spring last?

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Re: ──── // ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ❞ // ──

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Re: ──── // ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ❞ // ──

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002. making friends...?

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