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[azhefa.]

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no nickname ● age unknown ● oracle ● no prophecies ● location; idavoll [falls]

tags; titan, gaagi/mazi mentioned
a sharp cold wind cuts over him suddenly, making him shiver a little before the air returns to it's former warmth. someone has died. the golden oracle lifts his head and automatically looks to the alfheim herd, odin and hel's voice whispering around his perked ears to alert him to the foal that was taken. azarias gives a sigh, but accepts the gods' will in taking the young filly. the actions of mazikeen tugs at his heartstrings, her mournful pacing and eventual acceptance is one he will never get use to. death was a fact of life, but it's never easy for him to witness such sorrows. the oracle swivels his ear as a softer wind carries the calm voice of balder to him, whispering of two foals that need the grieving mother off in the thicket nearby. the gods always have a plan it seems, taking the injured filly to give life to two others who need mazi's protection and care. perhaps gaagi wasn't meant to live a full life, a mere pawn for the gods to use against mazikeen to trigger her acceptance of the twins that now need her. it was a cruel thing to do, but such was life. the will of the gods wasn't always sunshine and pretty things.

when the alfheim king approaches with one of his new fillies, azarias watches with a calm gaze, knowing the king was unaware of the grief that has struck his herd just now. he gives titan a nod of greeting and watches as the pale filly runs off to play with the foals from the hnitbjorg herd as titan comes to stand beside him. the filly was full of life and the gods agree that she will live a long and fulfilling life. azarias twists an ear to listen to titan as the king speaks to him, his soft and respectful tone pleasing to hear. the dark king was always respectful regardless of what the gods have done to him and it was heartening. the seer nods to titan's words, humming his agreement "blessed indeed, she might have come early, but it only gives her more time to enjoy life," he tells the king, his voice smooth and calm as he wonders if he should mention the death of one of the filly that had only recently joined the herd.

azarias glances to the king and admires his openness as he speaks of his worries and thankfulness. not many are so honest. "the gods are mysterious even to me, they don't always give reasons for their actions and i don't expect them to," he responds, turning his head to scan over the herds around him before settling his crystal blue gaze upon the alfheim king. "your mares are strong in both body and spirit, even when they loose what is most dear to them." azarias doesn't often show sorrow or empathy with others, but he does with titan and gives the king a soft, brief touch on the neck. a kind of reassuring, yet mournful touch. "your new lead has lost her filly to hel's touch, but do not fear for her soul, she frolics with loki in the evergreen plains of folkvangr," as he explains this to the king, a soft warm breeze swirls around them for a moment before dissipating. freyja's touch was soothing to the oracle and loki's whispers return him to his amused calmness. "you will have your hands full soon though, nochi mura isn't to be the only one to stumble into your herd." his tone was now laced with faint amusement, loki's whispers of the foals' future antics having him eager to witness their growth. the runt that will join the king is going to be quite the character it seems along with her paler twin.

meanings;
folkvangr = a meadow/field ruled over by the goddess freyja where half of those that die go upon death, while the other half go to the god odin in the hall of valhalla. i'm using it as the female heaven, but others believe other things.

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mae ● 3.5 ● lone maiden ● heat 3-4 ● location; idavoll [falls]

tags; d'art, others mentioned
the bay flicks her tail as she notices him take interest in the scent of her heat, spreading it a little just to tease his senses. his charming words makes her lift her head a little in vanity, pleased with his compliments on her bravery. she always enjoys being praised and admired, it was almost a weakness. amaera can tell the stallion was quite handsome with his odd pelt and almost boyish in his charm even though he was over twice her age. her youth and inexperience is swayed by the charm instead of his experience and toughness like older mares would look for. then again, he looked quite strong and his age was enough for her to guess he had more experience than herself which is a plus. her heat could be playing a part in her bit of change of heart as well, her previous disinterest starting to turn into curiosity. as he asks about being claimed by one of the other stallions in the area, amaera gives a harsh scoff and tosses her head in indignation. "none of the kings are worthy of my time and those earls are nothing but a waste of space," she tells d'art, her tone rather sour and bitter. her chocolate gaze cutting to sammael to give the dark stallion a deathly glare, if looks could kill he wouldn't stand a chance. "that one is even less worthy than the others, useless heap of brain cells." her hate for sammael was quite clear, but she shakes it off in favor of focusing on d'art and maybe earning more compliments to fan the flames of her vanity. "what makes you worthy of my time?" she asks, her voice dipping into a lower teasing tone as she starts getting rather flirty, her heat gradually deepening in the presence of the stallion which she spreads once again with a sweep of her tail.

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peri ● 2 days ● alfheim foal ● orphaned ● location; idavoll

tags; orion/muscadine, mazi
standing was the hardest thing for the little filly to do, her lanky legs not wanting to remain sturdy. her belly was pinched in hunger and her sides were concave with malnutrition. she may not be as skeletal as her older twin brother, but only barely. peri whines to her dam, searching for the milk she can smell, but doesn't move towards the aggressive mare since she knows it would only trigger pain. her bony hips and lacking flanks were already raw and scrapped from countless harsh nips and bites from her attempts at suckling. peri was the only one to have tasted their mother's milk, but it only makes her hunger all the higher, the taste of delicious milk tempting her into getting attacked just for a little more. vesperia side steps as their dam pins her ears at the foals and she clacks her teeth at the mare in both submission and desperation. it was no use, muscadine was having none of their begging and pitiful sounds. peri moves off to orion instead, seeking comfort in her twin as he hoarsely tries to call her over.

it was difficult to walk over to her downed brother, but she was determined to get to him. the spark of fire within her still burning strongly despite how terrible her two days of life has been. peri nudges the palomino colt, fearful of the scent that sticks to him, of faded life and pain. out of deep rooted instinct, the filly tries to groom her brother, but doesn't know how to correctly so she ends up just brushing her nose over his pale coat. her ears flick around as movement is heard and fear strikes her, thinking it's a predator, but a dark mare suddenly appears. vesperia flattens her ears for a moment in uncertainty, but then she perks up with a pitiful whinny when the breeze carries the scent of milk from the new mare. her desperation was enough that she would nurse from any mare, though she was fearful that this mare would also reject her and orion. peri moves to stand over her prone twin as the dark mare attacks their mother, fighting to drive the palomino away from them. the filly was confused and fearful, wanting to follow muscadine out of instinct since she was their mother, but was rooted to where she stood.

vesperia clacks her teeth in fearful desperation when mazi returns to them, her head lowered and tail clamped in submission. as mazi comes to a stop by them and sniffs at orion, peri's protectiveness kicks in and she actually nips at mazikeen's soft nose with her non-existent teeth. she may be a weak and starved runt, but she still has a fighting spirit that refuses to die and is driven to protect her brother in his even weaker state. with her ears pinned, peri snorts at mazi, but then perks up quickly when the mare nickers and tries to urge her towards the underside of her belly. her hunger wins over and she all but dives under the strange mare and latches herself to a teat where she starts to suckle greedily. the milk tasted different than their mother's, but was still amazing to her senses. after a moment, the filly remembers her brother and steps away to move back to him with a encouraging nicker. she touches her milk covered lips to his and gives him a taste of the heavenly substance, urging him on with soft burrs and nickers. though she was still starving, peri refuses to return to suckling until her twin joins her.

[na'vi.]

ＯＲＩＯＮ ──x❝Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.❞
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◀ ❰ lone foal ❱ ❰ QH ❱ ❰ colt ❱ ❰ emaciated ❱ ❰ 2 days ❱ ❰ dam: Mazi ❱ ❰ foals: too young ❱ ❰ location: North of Franang's Falls ❱ ❰ tags: Mazi & Vesperia ❱ ❰ mentions: Muscadine ❱▶
The colt could just barely hear the clacking of Peri's teeth as she tried to show their mother her submission and the sound only furthered to break the two-day old's heart. There was something internally that told Orion that the dynamic between the three wasn't meant to be this way, he and Peri over the two days after their birth had only found comfort in eachother- not their aggressive dam. He has been lost in little thoughts, his head resting in the grasses and his eyes following the little beetles and bugs that scurried about between the thick fronds and little pebbles. A soft muzzle to his side initially had him flinching away, surprised and both startled by the touch, his deep brown gaze flashing with fright and his head raising from the grasses. Orion stilled though as the comforting scent of his sister washed over him and her muzzle brushing against his pelt, stirring small bits of dirt and debris from his palomino pelt. Orion's head turned and he nuzzled her, soft whuffs coming from the colt with his gentle actions. Even in his two days of life and weakened state he loved his darker sister dearly, to anyone looking at them from the outside would see two frail and tattered foals whom's only comfort was eachother and that was the bitter truth of their reality.

The sound of movement halted the colt's affectionate nuzzling of his sister and instinctively his head all but lowered deeper into the grasses and he became still as a statue, fear paralyzing him of any sound or movement. He could hear a scuffle occurring, snorts and angry neighs sounding from both his mother and a horse he had yet to ever meet. Though one scent above all else filled the colt's nostrils- milk. The smell was tantalizing, teasing even. He was constantly surrounded by it but always denied it, and now the scent of it was ever stronger with this new equine on the scene. Vesperia's whinny filled his ears now and the colt lifted his head, ears perked and eyes scanning around them before they locked onto the dark bay figure fighting his mother and he gave out a whinny of his own, it oozed with desperation and his ears flattened to the sides of his skull. His instinct screamed at him to follow his now retreating dam but fear, starvation, and his own weak frame kept him still. As a shadow came over him he cast a gaze upwards, finding Vesperia's thin frame above his own and he lowered his head once more, ears flattened to his skull.

As Peri nipped at Mazi Orion's head lifted and his ears perked forward. This mare was massive. He watched with an intense curiosity as the strange mare seemed to usher, and even welcome, his sister to her flank and subsequently her teats. Instantly Orion was suspicious, their own mother had never done such a thing, why would this mare who didn't know them do it? Was it some sort of twisted joke? The palomino colt watched warily as his sister fled his side to nurse and the mare allowed it, now the dark mare's attention seemed to cover him and the colt fell into bliss at her attention. He knew she was trying to get him to rise but the non-aggressive contact from the mare had him head over heels. Orion let out a curious whuff, stretching his neck before rolling to his side and resting his head onto one of her hooves. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. The pain of hunger that was once sharp within his belly had all but faded into a dull ache at this point, he didn't know what he was missing out on. However his blissful moment of any sort of attention from the mare was now replaced by the presence of his sister and the colt lifted his head at her encouraging nickers- why wouldn't they let him rest? Suddenly his soft velveteen muzzle was coated in liquid from the touch of his sister and he lapped at his lips with a pink tongue. Almost instantly the colt lunged forward licking Vesperia's muzzle clean of any milk that remained. The faint taste of the milk was something sent down by the Gods and caused a vicious growl to roll forward from the colt's stomach.

With the urging on of his sibling Orion stood shakily, his legs splayed out and his balance completely out of whack. He looked like a newborn foal trying to stand for the first time but he was quick to use Mazi's chest that was just at the height of his withers as a source to lean on and balance himself. The little colt, though appearing to be brave, was petrified. Yet the desire for milk and desire to relieve the agonizing pain in his belly spurred him on. Slowly yet surely he made his way to Mazi's flank, all the while keeping his body leaned against hers for support. The colt snaked his head under the mare and nosed around for several moments, pulling away out of both confusion and a deeply ingrained fear that being near her too long would result in a painful nip to his sensitive flank which was already littered in wounds, old from a day prior and new from today. With a petulant snort Orion took several paces backwards, lowering his head and clacking his teeth at Mazi. Having shown her his total submission he took a puny step forward, stretching his neck forward just enough so he could reach her teat and latch on. The sight was surely an awkward one, the colt was far enough away from Mazi that he could flee but close enough to nurse, tail tucked tightly against his rump, neck stretched and legs splayed out under him in case he had to bolt away from her. Quickly through Orion's tentative nursing turned aggressive and sloppy. Having never nursed before his latch onto her was sloppy and as a result milk dribbled from his muzzle as he suckled, but his nursing was needy and urgent. Sure enough though the colt's trauma from past attempts at nursing from Muscadine crept upon him and he quickly retracted from Mazi, having been able to suckle enough to just barely sate the pain in his belly he was still hungry. Yet he paced away from the dark mare, head lowered and dark chocolate gaze drowning in fear. He'd give anything to properly fill himself but the trauma that Muscadine had inflicted was enough to keep him at bay.

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◀ ❰ hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ mustang x APH ❱ ❰ foal ❱ ❰ newborn ❱ ❰ dam: vanir ❱ ❰ other: blind ❱ ❰ location: hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ tags: Atreus, Eliza, Rhae ❱ ❰ mentions: - ❱ ▶
As Atreus blocked Eliza from nearing her she nuzzled her head into his shoulder sheepishly. Her bravery came in short lived bursts however her ears perked at a distant whinny from another foal and she simply snorted in return. Even at a few hours old she didn't desire to play, truth be told she wanted affection and attention from either Atreus, Vanir, Bjorn, or this new mare she'd recently met. Perhaps Frigg would grow and mature to be akin to Eliza- a domestic mare with simple desires. Yet her mind was far too young and new to the world yet to grasp what she'd be once she was a fully fledged adult. Now though Eliza's grooming and preening of her pelt had her attention elsewhere and Frigg basked in the attention, letting out whurrs of sticky sweet affection sound from her soft lips. In a personal sense Frigg was a very sociable filly but due to her blindness she found large groups stressful already. With only one horse, namely Eliza in this moment, to focus on she was in her element.

When the champagne mare paused for some reason unknown to her, Frigg seized the moment and moved closer to her, her dark chestnut and white pelt clashing beautifully off the golden beauty. Suddenly the petite filly came to a halt alongside Eliza's belly and her head swiveled towards the mare's belly, her blind eyes wobbled aimlessly for a few moments before they settled and she pressed her muzzle into the mare's flesh just the slightest bit. Due to her blindness her other senses were considerably better to make up for the lack of sight, something smelled different about this mare- different in a good sense. A soft whinny left Frigg's muzzle and she dragged her tongue over the side of Eliza's belly several times, her ears flicked forward with intense curiosity. Deciding she couldn't lick the smell away she slipped under the mare effortlessly, now standing directly under her. Frigg's petite stature meant the foal could fit under almost any mare with superb ease and it seemed she quite enjoyed it too. Her body pivoted and with a few steps forward and a little grunt of effort her head now stuck out between Eliza's front legs and by the look of the smug smile on her face she was quite proud of herself- thinking this was quite the accomplishment. Letting out quite the loud whinny, nothing that rivaled that of Titan's newest daughter Dream, but one that was certainly the strongest she had let out thus far.

She didn't understand the words that the mare's were speaking but now she stood quietly under Eliza, taking a liking to the mare in the absence of her mother who departed with Gersemi so her older sibling could play. Quite quickly though Frigg's stomach let out a slight rumble and the filly's ears perked curiously, slipping out from under Eliza and proceeding to turn tight circles, lipping at her stomach where the source of the sound was in slight confusion. She hadn't really been hungry before, anytime she ate it was because Vanir beckoned her to and this feeling was new to the her. Granted she certainly hadn't nursed as much as her sibling when they first arrived at the falls as Vanir's milk supply still had yet to produce enough to feed two greedily hungry foals. With that the petite filly set out on a mission, her dam was too far away to hear her quiet voice and to be blunt, she was far too lazy to try and catch up with her dam so instead she sought out the closest scent of milk that she could, unaware of any sort of social rules that might be in place- or personal boundaries that others set. The world was still strikingly new to her and she didn't know what was and wasn't okay.

Slowly but surely Frigg found herself beside Rhae and her blind gaze cast upward at the mare, letting out a demanding and questioning whinny. Her ears flicked forwards and she extended her neck towards the mare, she smelled of Atreus- her closest friend. Frigg weaved herself around Rhae's side and lipped at the mare's flank, once again letting out a soft whinny and a stamp of her hoof. Her intentions were quite clear as she continued to nudge the mare persistently.

Im so sorry if there are some serious grammatical errors, i'm on mobile ;0;

[Queen Lapis]

Mjolnir

"Very well, Diamond in the Rough..." Mjolnir snorted, all traces of sincerity vanished from his voice. "I hope, in such a case, you realize how wrong you are to deny my offer..." He bucked, catching Dia's chest with his rear hoof. Then, like the reckless coward Mjolnir was, he turned and fled.

After many minutes of running, when Dia had reached the horizon, Mjolnir slowed. Once the herds had left from Idavol, Mjolnir would go there to rest. In the meantime, the lands of Hnitbjorg would serve as his hiding place. As he exited the far end of Idavoll, he made his way towards Hnitbjorg.

Familiar scents filled his nostrils: horses that were his brethren. Mjolnir simply snorted and trotted away from that smell. He had no desire of interacting with any horse: simply to bide his time and heal.

Bullet

Not thrilled about being chased away, Bullet simply raced a good, safe distance away. She was still detirmined to acquaint herself with this herd, but not in such a manner to get chased out. Bullet became aware of a number of younger horses:foals.

The sight made Bullet's heart flutter. She'd not had a foal of her own in times of war. All she'd had was scars and wounds. Bullet had always been to focused un surviving to allow a stallion to cover her. The mare had fallen for a couple of stallions while at war, but the threat of death aleays loomed too close to alow herself to be covered. But at least Valhalla, though a battlefield in a different way, would allow her to have a foal.

Bullet continued to scan the herd, and her gaze finally came across a strong-looking, cream colored stallion. Her heart fluttered at his looks, and the mare crept a bit closer to catch sight of him. Her good eye glimmered and glazed over as she drifted into a distant fantasy.

But a sudden, heart-wrenching thought pulled Bullet out of her daydream as her gaze fell upon a flawless mare Bjorn chatted away with.

Flawless.

Not scarred and maimed like Bullet. She was a young and healthy mare. Much more desirable than a scarred, elder Valkyrie. What would the stallion think of Bullet when he saw her? Bullet was heinous. A weird scent of death and man covered Bullet. And the bridle and saddle proclaimed her a slave to men.

Bullet snorted and shook her head, as if trying to shake the bridle and saddle from her body. But she achived little success, and simply allowed her bindings to remain. Bullet sighed and stared longingly at Bjorn, waiting for him to notice her. Perhaps he'd come talk to her...if he wasn't so disguised and repulsed at Bullet's hideous sight.

Nigel

"It is good too see the herd is flourishing, and that you have all made it throught the storm." Nigel nodded, and moved to stand beside his father for a brief moment. "But I see there are still threats to the herd...If there are any ways I can help, simply tell me. Know that I will alwayd offer my loyalty and services to the herds that raised me." Nigel then moved aside to catch another glimpse of the pretty Hnitbrog mare, still frolicking about with her brother. She was awfully pretty... but she was from Bjorn's herd. Had she been from Alfheim, perhaps Titan could be reasoned with. The sheer thought of having to face and impress Bjorn, however, sent shivers through his body. Nigel could face down other Earls his age without much of a problem, but no way he could do so with a king. Knowing himself, he didn't have the spine for it. Still...that mare was beautiful in every way possible. Nigel needed to meet her. He could imagine the chesnut Angel, racing alongside him in the fields of Jotunhiem. An elder choclate filly would race between them, and a golden colt pumping his strong little legs to keep up. It would be perfect... all perfect...But a sudden alien scent caught Nigel's nostrils, and he whirled to see Eliza joining their group.

Nigel snorted, annoyed at Eliza as she came to interrupt the reunion he'd had soley with his family. What irked Nigel even more about Eliza was that she reeked of non-Jotunheim scent. It was a heinous stench quite similair to the one of Earl that had helped him defeat Dia. By the gods, was that all he'd helped the Jotunheim herd for? To protect his unborn foal? Who was this idiot stallion this mare had betrahed Phantom? Nigel stamped his hoof and leaned forward to sniff Eliza to confirm the stench came from her. At last, he shook his head and lashed his tail. "What have you done, Eliza!? Betrayed our noble king by allowing an unworthy Earl to cover your greatness? What has gotten into you?"

But something wriggling behind Phantom, between Signe's legs, caught Nigel's eye. He quickly trotted past his father and too his father, lowering his head to get a clearer look. A pair of foals stood there, perhaps a bit alarmed at the newcomer's scent. Nigel gasped, and fell to his knees to be at the foal's height. His eyes glinted with all the happiness in Valhalla, and he slowly nuzzled each of the two foals. "I'm a brother..." he whispered. But hearing Eliza invite Signe out of Valhalla's borders made him clamber to his feet. Before Signe could accept or deny the invitation, Nigel interjected.

" Given that we've had some hecticness with the Earls, I would like to accompany Eliza, my mother, and brothers to... wherever. " Nigel looked to Phantom for approval. "Of course, if that is alright with you."

Vira

Vira allowed Phantom to herd her into the water, and she remained their for a few more moments. Most of the blood washed washed out the first time she'd gone into the river, and the wound scabbed over at this point. Now the water only soothed her flakey, blistered withers. However, that pleasure was quickly overtaken as Vira shot her sister a look. Astrid moved to drink water, and her eyes seemed to be blank with deep thought. Vira sensed a shadow fall upon ber sister, and she studied the drinking mare intently. Her oddly short answer confused the fiery twin; Astrid was known to be quiet and reserved, but not disconnected, esspecially from her twin. Perhaps she was simply distraught from the experience? Perhaps she needed something to smile for?

Astrid's peaceful drinking was interrupted by a splash to her face. Vira was the culprit behind the act, and she stood in front of Astrid with a smirk on her face and a hoof half raised. She looked like an overgrown foal. The maiden pranced back and forth in the water, splashing more water into the air. For many moments, she froliced on the riverbed. At last, she circled her sister and pressed her forehead to Astrid's flank. She attempted to push Astrid into the water head-first.

"Come on, Astrid! For the sake of old times!"

Nochi Mura

Nochi Mura calmed upon Dream's protective stance, but panicked again at Titan's appearance. She'd never been near a stallion before, and she had constant memories of her mother avoiding stallions, or even fighting them off to protect her foal. Was this what this stallion going to do? Kill her? Would Citadel fight him off?

Oddly enough, Dream did not seemed fazed by this newly appeared stallion. Perhaps he was her sire? It seemed alien to Nochi, considering the orphaned never knew her her own sire. Her mother had been her caretaker and protector. Nochi had not had a sire to assist in those roles. Would this stallion do that?

Nochi was quickly suprised when the large black stallion instead lowered his head to nuzzle her, accepting her into the. Nochi tensed at his touch, but quickly warmed to it.

Dream's sudden disappearance left Nochi bewildered for a moment. She looked around frantically for her sister. Soon, she caught sight of her sister, bounding away. Nochi eagerly followed, happy to be free of all thise strange horses, even if they had acceoted her. She put in a burst of speed, and soon matched Dream stride for stride. Nochi gave a little buck for joy, and quickly caught sight of Dream's target: a gathering of foals not far away. Nochi beamed with interest and happiness: she'd not had playmates before!

This was going to be fun!

But even on her estic and pure happiness, a twinge of jealousy resided in the darkest part of Nochi Mura's young heart. Her new sister was so strong and brave. She did not reek of rot and death. She was of regal and healthy blood. Dream was perfect, unlike her odd sister. While such thoughts of envy were pushed down by Nochi Mura's foalish joy and naivety, they would arise in time.

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A City's Dream

In response to her unspoken question, Cita nudged her gently, but not towards the other foal. Flicking her little tail to and fro in protest, Dream looked up at Titan as he looked at her, getting distracted by the large stallion. Cocking her head curiously, Dream nudged him with her soft muzzle, feeling and exploring.

When he pushed her, Dream looked quietly toward Gersemi, seeing the other filly already moving closer. With an excited shocked, Dream did a small jump forward, her small hoof planting into the grass to show her own excitement. Bouncing over, Dream had a moment of indecision when she saw that her mother and sibling were not following. Pausing, she took a step toward them, unsure. But then, she noticed Titan, the big obsidian stallion that was her father, was following her! She was leading!

With an excited cry, Dream nodded to herself. Her sibling was the frightened sort, so it was good that Cita was with her. She would instead lead the way for her dad. With that new goal in mind, Dream started prancing toward Gersemi, her head and tail held high. The other filly let out a shrill neigh in return, racing over.

At the other filly's obvious excitement, Dream felt anticipation building up in her as well. Letting out her own tremulous whinny, she bounded over, doing a mini rear before trying to gum at Gersemi's mane in playful greeting.

Hearing the soft pound of footfalls, Dream turned, and whickered as she saw Nochi quickly approaching. Her sister was so fast! Nuzzling Nochi as she moved over, Dream looked over at Gersemi, doing a tiny play bow. Then, something caught her eye. There were mares coming over, all with more foals! She let out a loud whinny, calling to them excitedly. Would they all play?

Midnight's Mirage

(Before he went to Sammael)
Phantom nodded quietly at Nigel's offer, running his muzzle over his son's neck and withers affectionately. "Jotunheim will be open for you when you need it, Nigel."

When Phantom heard Nigel starting to scold Eliza, he went over and nipped his son, shifting so he was between his son and Eliza. That done, he nuzzled her gently, letting her know that whatever others said he would be by her, and that there was no love lost with the recent turn of events. Whilst Nigel wasn't the most dominant and had a heart of gold, he tended to hold very strong views on his own stand of justice. Of course, he was free to do so to his own mares, but when in Phantom's herd he had to abide by the King's rules, his own son or not. "You can follow if you respect everyone in the herd." He said sternly, but then nudged Nigel gently. He was glad that his son was back, and did love him quite dearly.

At Signe's reply, he watched Vidar as the colt whinnied at him, lowering his head and watching the colt. Already the colt was behaving much like he did when he was younger, and he let out a soft chuckle, nodding to the young one in acknowledgement. He nuzzled Vidar gently as he listened to Signe, smiling as he then lifted his head to lip at her forelock. He let out a chuckle as she spoke of Hnitbjorg, nodding. "He certainly wouldn't let a storm stop his journey."

He listened dutifully as Signe spoke of the other child, all the while grooming at her, knowing that the past few hours hadn't been easy for her. As she spoke of how she came upon him, Phantom nodded gravely. "It would have been terrible to leave a foal to die. We will make sure they will both grow to be strong characters. Take some time to graze and get your strength back whilst we are here, I will protect us all."

(Time skip to at Sammael)

At Sammael's reply, Phantom's ears perked forward in curiosity. Though he knew Jotunheim well, and had forced himself to know all the stallions and earls in the land to the point where he could pass for a native, he was not from the land, and still had much to learn.

Did that mean Titan was also from Jotunheim? He processed this quietly, listening to the rest of Sammael's reply, only to shake his head mildly. "No, if you know the lands well, an escort is not necessary. I only wanted to avoid my offer turning into an opportunity for disaster."

Phantom had lost many foals and a few careless mares to the cliffs of Jotunheim, with its steep arcs and perilous cliffs. With the thin air of being at such a high altitude, it was definitely not a land for those searching for an easy life. All the same, because of such a land, all Jotunheim natives had more endurance than the average horse, as well as a sure footedness and agile movement that served them well on the ground as well. If Sammael was from the land, he would be able to serve himself just fine, and the offer would be that much more worth it, allowing his return to his birth lands.

On that note, if he was good natured enough to accept an escort then he was not going to challenge Phantom, and if he ever did wish to an escort wasn't exactly going to stop him. At that thought, Phantom let out a soft laugh as Ylva called to Forseti, and gave her a knowing look. It seemed the earl still did not quite understand his allure. "Besides, you might end up with a personal escort before long."

With that said, the bay king nodded to them both, knowing that two stallions wouldn't exactly relish time spent in close proximity, before he left. As he passed Forseti, he slowed, nuzzling her gently. "It might be a good thing to sate your curiosity." He whispered softly as he nipped at her forelock.

It wasn't often Phantom felt like a colt, cheekily teasing those he was close to, but the peace after all the chaos had all his emotions on a bit of a high with relief.

As he did so, he heard Eliza's call, looking over to see her besotted with a tiny foal that somehow managed to squeeze herself between Eliza's legs. Letting out an amused chuckle, Phantom whickered to her encouragingly. Though he looked about the same to everyone else, his herd would be able to tell that he was incredibly content right then, completely in the moment and loving the peace that everyone was enjoying. The Jotunheim herd had been through some rough times, and he was overjoyed to see that everyone was relaxed and happy for the moment.

Watching Signe move off with the two foals, he smiled at the sight of all the foals from the various herds playing around. Phantom did not follow after Signe, however, noting that Titan was there and not willing to break the peace. Additionally, he wasn't too sure what the godly stallion thought of him, and as such had never gotten too close. Phantom treated Azarias much like he did the Gods themselves. Whilst not devout, he refused to disrespect anything he didn't know about, and as such usually gave the golden stallion a respectful berth, only approaching the stallion when Azarias beckoned him over.

Whilst he wasn't going to fall at the gods' hooves, he wasn't going to actively set out to earn their ire, knowing that he did not know everything so it wasn't in his place to judge.

Looking over his herd at all the members, Phantom sighed a little in melancholy, knowing that his daughters would be leaving soon. Stjerne had already left, and for that Phantom worried, and the other three were probably going to explore their boundaries and their own preferences as well. The herd was going to be a lot smaller without them.

Scouting around and making sure everything was fine, Phantom shifted over to Pandora, letting out a soft whicker to the white mare so she knew of his approach. With her belly so large, she had to be feeling uncomfortable. Nibbling along her withers to ease some of the tension, he whickered gently. Though she was the oldest mare in his herd, Phantom actually knew Signe the longest. Pandora had joined him a few years back, and had stayed for quite a bit. "Is the foal causing you any discomfort?" He asked gently, massaging along her back as he went.

Northern Quiver

Luckily, Mazi did not seem to be a proficient swimmer. Pacing round the bank, Thera's heart sank as Mazi made it quite clear that she wasn't welcome back. Even if she snuck back, there was a high possibility of being chased back out, and Thera wasn't very keen on testing the younger mare's limits after the scuffle she barely survived. It seemed she would have to wiggle her way back in, or at the least, lower her head and scrounge her way back into the herd somehow.

Sighing in displeasure, Thera waded back into the water, letting her wounds soak. She'd been attacked on both withers, and whilst the one Mazi had grazed simply throbbed, the double barrel that had been meant for her head had broken the skin, the red standing out starkly in comparison to her white coat. Her withers ached painfully, and Thera knew she was a sore target. It would be best to find a herd to stick with for now whilst Mazi's anger cooled, even if it wasn't her own.

At that thought, Vanir popped into Thera's mind, making the elder mare wonder how her friend was doing. With that thought, she started up a slow lumber toward the Hnitbjorg herd, knowing that she couldnt afford letting her muscles stiffen.

As she approached, her ears flicked forward in curiosity as she saw Bjorn, but cocked her head, frowning as she watched him. He seemed... different. And yet, who was she to make judgements? Thera was not actually a very confident made, her actions the result of meticulous observation at all times. And yet, she'd miscalculated. She'd known that Mazi would beat her, but that the mare would have such reserves of aggression shocked Thera deeply. What else had she miscalculated?

Not wanting to get in another fight and knowing that the Hnitbjorg herd hadn't exactly been very trusting of her, Thera sought out Vanir's shape, before going around, giving the rest of the herd a wide berth so they did not get too angry.

Whickering gently as she came across the dappled mare, Thera stretched out her muzzle to the other mare in greeting, ears perked at the sight of seeing someone familiar after being cut off from everyone else she knew. "Is your new herd treating you well?"

Nuzzling the other mare gently, Thera moved closer, but ensured that the foal was on the other side of Vanir so the younger mare wouldn't feel panicked, though if she were to be honest she posed more of a threat to herself, in her condition.

Seeing that they were near the foals playing, Thera spotted Titan, letting out a low whicker, seeing that Mazi was a little distracted, though with what she wasn't too sure. Even if Mazi didn't allow her near the herd, perhaps she would allow her near her stallion? Still, Thera wasn't too sure if she could risk it, so she simply settled for a quiet bob of the head in acknowledgement so he'd know she was alright and wouldn't worry too much.

She was in a bit of a pitiful state, but she wasn't going to die.

Diamond in the Rough (NPC)

In a moment, Mjolnir's tone shifted. He seemed to have taken offense, and lunged forward, making Dia pin his ears. In his state, he was in no position to start a fight and Dia was still unscathed. Turning around quickly, Dia kicked at Mjolnir, knocking the paint stallion back hard, before he turned, setting into the bachelor with bites and kick thrown in his direction, less concerned about accuracy than he was with quantity. With how Mjolnir looked, it wasn't like he could dodge very many. Dia had let him catch up just a moment before, after all.

When he finally vented his annoyance, Dia turned around with a frustrated snort. "Know your place, Mjolnir. That wasn't a fight you could have won. I was hesitant to join you because of your impulsivity, and I am even more hesitant now. Good luck trying to win with the pea in your head you call a brain."

With that said, he walked away, not bothering to run. If Mjolnir chased after him, he'd just attack him again.

[evixtus]

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sydney ● 16 ● hnitbjorg queen ● gestating ● location: idavoll
tags: thera, vanir, rhaenys, eliza, bjorn, lilura ● mentions: n/a

The large mare's cerulean eyes shrouded in disappointment as she watched the champagne stallion become swallowed by the shadows of the forest, infatuated with this new mare he was currently interacting with. Shifting her ears back slightly, her attention was switched from Bjorn to Eliza and the group around her. There was an extra body within the midst of her herd, and she was quick to make notice of Thera, an Alfheim mare. Grimacing in distaste, she recalled the previous night where the dun mare had snatched her moment of intimacy away. Though thinking of snaking her from the herd, instantly seeing her as a threat, with the way Thera held herself, Oydis knew it was obvious that the injured valkyrie was of no harm. Though to give the foreigner a warning, she stretched her neck above the rest of her family and pinned her ears flush into her silver mane with a harsh snort.

She nodded at Rhaenys' words about her sudden change in the ranks of Hnitbjorg, dropping her head once more with an acceptance of the quiet flick of her plume across her thick haunches. The Iberian Warmblood's blood began to boil as she ripped at the grass underneath her, her mind swarming with the thoughts of Bjorn moving off to an isolated spot with this strange mare. Oydis had a terrible feeling churning in the pit of her stomach, and it was irritating her. His output of energy was not normal for how he usually stood, bothering her more than it already did. All she hoped was that his next actions with this mare didn't make her decide upon harsh punishments for him. As the rank of matriarch, she had the right to defend her family and correct him, even if it meant chasing him off. Deep down, her heart clenched at the thought, but she wouldn't let her emotions stop her from making the correct decisions.

Straining her ears in his direction, she only caught a few words. Hvergelmir was the one that caused her to snake her head up and give a small snarl of defiance. Warning bells went off in her head, and she stamped her feet into the earth, lashing her tail and dismissing herself from Rhaenys and Eliza's presence. As much as she would enjoy reminiscing in the old memories the three valkyries shared together, the dappled mare began to pursuit the duo that was heading towards the only secluded spot in Hnitbjorg that was of highest importance to her herd. Lurking behind in the shadows, she was thankful that Lilura was too busy seducing the Ironborn son, and Bjorn was distracted by the 'goddess' mare for them to notice her following them.

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ink ● 8 ● alfheim valkyrie ● stage 3 ● location: idavoll
tags: titan ● mentions: azarias

With her mind wandering towards Azarias and how he had returned, she wondered what he was here for. She understood that he would come in occasionally, usually sent by the gods to assist the herds and answer any questions they had for the oracle about the power in the skies. The pinto mare's eyes searched for her stallion, Titan, and she was pleased to see the large, black king moving to stand on the sidelines behind the godsend stallion, his muscling a sight for sore eyes, how they rippled with each step of his saucer-like hooves.

Without hesitation she made her way towards him, knowing that she should get some alone time with the king before he was distracted by his newborns, and the foals yet to come. As she neared the king, she nickered to alert him of her arrival. She was much shorter than Titan, though that didn't stop her from reaching up to his shoulder and nipping him slightly, her tail flashing against her hindquarters, her withers rippling as a lukewarm breeze brushed over her. "It feels like forever since we last spoke, my love."

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sign ● 11 ● jotunheim valkyrie ● stage 1 ● location: idavoll
tags: otabeka, azarias ● mentions: titan, citadel, dream, nochi mura

Signe waited respectfully for Azarias and Titan to finish their meeting over his two fillies that Citadel had nursing from her. It was easy to see that the pale filly was a direct descendant of her dam, while Nochi Mura was not. It seemed that she had also been saved from certain death, much how Signe had done with Otabeka. Once the Alfheim King moved away from the oracle stallion, she took it as her moment to introduce her two colts to the seer and the gods themselves. She dipped her head, signifying her appreciation for his arrival. He always seemed to reappear within Valhalla once the first blooms of progeny entered. "Azarias, I would like to introduce Vidar and Otabeka." She nudged the two forwards between the two grown equines, giving them the comforting feeling of their mother. Hopefully they would realize that this stallion who they were being introduced to was that of importance. Maybe not today, but eventually they would understand the gods and the purpose Azarias brought to Valhalla.

Vidar was brave with his approach on the cream champagne stallion. He arched his head high and looked up upon the oracle, giving a snort of curiosity. He didn't understand why he was meeting this other adult, he didn't smell like Jotunheim, or any of his family, for that matter. Part of his young mind told him that respect was necessary when interacting with Azarias, and thankfully he listened to it for once. Eventually he would learn that his dam's words were what would help him with life, and how he'd survive if he took her advice. Reaching out with his dainty muzzle, he tapped his velveteen lips against the oracle's knee, questioning whether this unfamiliar horse tasted different from his siblings. To his displeasure, Azarias not only tasted different, but had an aura in which the young colt didn't understand.

"I would like to thank the Gods for sending Otabeka to me, I will do my best to raise him right, and give him the life he deserves within Valhalla." Signe added in, her eyes filled with mirth as Vidar bravely examined Azarias. "The one question I have is if I have the danger of losing my loves, and if I should continue to produce if I do."

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val ● 9 ● band valkyrie ● stage 3 ● location: idavoll
tags: sammael, eliza, nigel, dia ● mentions: bjorn, forseti

Her train of thought ruined from reliving her maiden days, the dun paint turned as Sammael's needy nickers reached her delicate ears. She warbled back to him, relishing in his attention and touch, pressing her head into his chest as he returned to her bubble of safety. Though she understood he could handle himself, she still felt relieved that he came back to her unscathed from the standoff. Distracted with the shared moment of affection, Ylva didn't notice Phantom's approach until he spoke to her lead.

She dipped her chiseled face in respect as he introduced himself, though she already knew who he was, she was unsure if Sammael formally did. She didn't see a necessity to return her name, as she held a feeling that Sammael would do it for her, and also since the king wasn't speaking directly to her. As the two stallions conversed, the painted mare kept her eyes on Forseti, giving the maiden a welcoming nicker to come and meet Sammael for herself, once Phantom had made his departure.

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free ● 4 ● hnitbjorg maiden ● stage 4 ● location: hnitbjorg
tags: rhae, atreus, oydis, eliza ● mentions: nigel, sammael bjorn, azarias

The young maiden listened to Eliza's words and nodded slightly with each one. She understood the reason why she was still within Hnitbjorg instead of venturing out on her own to continue her lineage. She was the only standing survivor of Rhaenys' and Bjorn's efforts of conceiving. The others having met disastrous fates due to her mother's growing age and weakening body. They treated her as if she was a priceless treasure, and Freja knew it would be hard to leave her family, but maybe harder for them, since she was so important. But with Atreus now in the picture, perhaps it wouldn't be as hard for them to let her go. The thought hurt her heart. She was still significant, right? She wouldn't be forgotten or replaced with her newborn brother around, would she?

Before her mind was able to reach for anymore negative thoughts about how her parents cherished her, she decided to respond to Eliza after thinking it over. Perhaps she wouldn't go to interact with the other maidens in Valhalla, but instead would journey off to meet that mysterious bachelor who originated from Jotunheim. "Perhaps I shall, but only if my mother says it's alright." Noticing her father was nowhere to be seen, she decided that approval from her mother would be good enough for the moment. And if he was upset upon her return, she'd probably jump into another rebellion, something she did often. Shivers went down her spine as she noticed Oydis' upset actions, not understanding where these emotions were coming from. But from what Freja knew of the matriarch valkyrie, it was for a reason.

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lila ● 13 ● lone valkyrie ● stage 3 ● location: idavoll > hvergelmir
tags: bjorn ● mentions: n/a

The frosted mare was knowledgeable when it came to the Valhalla religion, and knew every word he spoke to her, his compliment pleasing her. It took much energy to withhold the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, but instead she whisked her tail against his chest, brushing a few strands against his nose to tease him more than she had been before. His words of the paradise within the dark woods of Hnitbjorg caught her attention, and her ears perked with interest.

Perhaps this plan was working out better than she thought. He was already attempting to court her, to her pleasure, and now he wanted to take her to the sanctioned place that rumors spread across Valhalla about. Thankful for her tracking skills, the mare knew she'd be able to find her way back there once again after her plan had reached the final key point. It was there that she would take shelter, and perhaps persuade Bjorn to take her there once he was snaked out from his own Kingdom.

He continued to circle her with boyish antics, acting as if he was an earl once again. Pressing herself flush against his flank, it forced the champagne stallion to stop prancing about. With a daring move, she lowered her head and brushed her lips against his stifle, littering a few seductive nips down his leg and closer to the underside of his barrel. Signifying what she wanted, she decided she would only give him the clear to mount once they had reached Hvergelmir. "Lead the way, my king."

[unnamed]

𝚃 𝙸 𝚃 𝙰 𝙽
[ alfheim king ] [ eleven years ] [ location: franag's falls ]
[ tags: azarias, thera, inkeri ] [ mentions: signe ]

Hearing Azarias agree that the herd had been blessed brought a new sense of pride to the king. Though the past winter had been hard on the herd and they'd faced their fair share of tragedies it seemed there wouldn't be any bringing them down. The gods looked upon Alfheim in favor. Of course the oracle's previous words of encouragement would quickly be crushed. Titan looked towards Azarias as the champagne stallions begins discussing the mysteriousness of the gods though it wasn't until the haunting blue gaze turned to look at him that Titan's nerves began to fray. In all his time knowing the oracle he found it very seldom that Azarias looked directly at anyone. He was always observing, watching the land in front of him. Seeing those eyes turned on him caused the king's former calmness to fade slightly. Fear and concern settled deep in the pit of his stomach and when Azarias touches his cheek gently the king's fears are validated. Someone was lost to Hel's touch. Titan's ears slipped backwards, the blackness of them fading into the ebony mane as Azarias informs him of Gaagi's death. Turning his gaze from the oracle he sighs gently. He hadn't known either Mazikeen or Gaagi long but he could tell the bond between the two was strong. Losing Gaagi would not be easy.

Of course the news was quickly moved on from as Azarias alluded to what Titan did not know: Mazi was stealing two foals at that very moment. He didn't look at the oracle again though, Titan nearly nodded his head in a quiet thanks. Silently he was trying to refocus his mind, remind himself that even though much had been lost this did not mean that the herd would lose its spirit. If Cita could recover from so many losses then Mazi, who was arguably the strongest of them all, could surely as well. His thoughts didn't last long, a low whicker caught his attention and immediately his head snapped back into its imperial position. Glancing around he finally noticed Thera had been the one to call to him.. near the Hnjtiborg herd. That displeased him greatly. Bjorn was opportunistic and Thera was too curious for her own good, if the stallion dared touch her Titan wouldn't guarantee his kindness this time around. Nonetheless he whickered back to her as an acknowledgement with one eye trained on the Ironborn Son.

He watched as Signe, one of the hntjiborg valkyries, approached with her own two foals and Titan sensed it was his time to go. Dipping his head as a show of peace towards the mares he took a few steps away towards Inkeri who was approaching him. He greeted her gently, lipping at her forelock as she nipped his own shoulder before acknowledging how little time they'd spent together lately. Once when things weren't so hectic he'd made it a point to spend as much time individually with them as possible; nowadays it seemed harder and harder. Violent storms, numerous foals, and pesky earls were pulling his attention in a thousand different directions and he felt he'd neglected some of them far too much. He nuzzled against her gently, pressing his own flank against hers as he walked slowly, giving a wide berth to the playing foals as he watched them. "I'm afraid I must agree with you. These past few days have been so fast paced I feel I've nearly forgotten to speak with you," Titan was never the best at apologies, he never said 'I'm sorry' as it was usually replaced with an explanation of his own mistakes. He did what he could do.

𝙰 𝚂 𝚃 𝚁 𝙸 𝙳
[ jotunheim maiden ] [ two years ] [ stage 2 ] [ location: franag's falls ]
[ tags: vira ] [ mentions: hnjtiborg herd, lilura, dart, amaera, azarias ]

The mare had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even noticed Vira approaching in the water until droplets of water suddenly covered her face. Jolting in surprise the mare took several hasty steps backwards to regain her focus before her eyes landed on Vira and a stern expression overtook her previous one. It was apparent who the more mature sister was. Shaking her head Astrid attempted to free herself of the water droplets, she'd enjoyed being dry after such a vicious storm and she had no desire to return to the wet state. The older twin watched with a lack of amusement as Vira pranced in the water, frolicking back and forth as if the world were happy and perfect and nothing could ever go wrong. Normally Astrid, though she may not participate, would be amused to see her sister so happy. Right now was different. She wasn't sure whether it was her current state of mind or the irritation of feeling her heat now creeping upon her knowing she'd likely have to suffer through it.

She had ignored Vira as she circled around her but feeling the mare's forehead against her flank brought out instinct and with graceful ease Astrid swiveled on her back hooves to avoid being pushed in, she narrowly avoided pushing over Vira in the moment and instead took a brisk step to the side to avoid such a thing, "Will you stop acting like such a foal? Can't you see I'm in no mood to play?" She asked softly, her voice just tense enough to show her seriousness. The mare sighed softly, her own frustration clearly weighing down on her shoulders as she walked away from the water's edge to find a grazing spot. Glancing to her left she could see the Hnjtiborg herd where the Ironborn Son currently seemed distracted by a pretty looking mare. A short distance from the Jotunheim herd an appaloosa was currently trying to court a young mare, and in the center of all of this stood Azarias. A horse Astrid had only taken vague interest of. With Phantom not being the most religious and her mother have died early in Astrid's life she'd never taken the time to learn much about the gods. Distancing herself a short distance from the herd she bent her head and pulled at the blades of grass.

[eventer]

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mare ■ fourteen years ■ 16"3 arabian warmblood ■ stallion; bjorn■ tags; herd

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imp ■ colt ■ few hours ■ mature 17"0 andalusion x arabian warmblood ■ mares; none ■ tags; athena, sire's herd

■ athena payed little attention to the other mares, in truth, the black mare was to distracted by imp. she pricked her little pony like ears forwards to imp as he bounded off to the side, ears pinning back a second, she trotted after him and cut him off before he could get too far, directing him gently back to the group. a sharp kick to the shoulder from imp out of arrogance earned him a nasty nip on the hip. in fright, and shock, he cried out and jumped forwards sucking his rump under him before spinning and looking at his mother wide eyed while she simply stared blankly at him and raised her brow. she rolled her eyes and nudge him again, he pinned his ears and she sighed, he was going to be fun to raise. seemed his obedience only came in short bursts.

athena flicked an ear back at bjorn as he spoke, but brushed it off, she had no interest in seeking approval of her colt, bjorn seemed happy with him, why should she seek approval from anyone else? she had never done it with any of her foals, and she was not about to now. her foal could be seen from here, and for now, she wanted no one but bjorn near him. with a toss of her head she simply blinked and turned back to imp, eyeing him for a second before grazing.

the mare twitched her ears as eliza spoke up, she smiled softly in thanks and a soft quick nod was all was needed from athena to show she appreciated it. the for the first month of being with bjorn, most the mares thought her a mute until they caught her talking to bjorn, but in all truth, bjorn really was the only one she spoke a word too, she just wasn't a talkative mare and used her body to show how she felt. some mares didn't like the way she was, others didn't care, and in all seriousness, she didn't care what they thought, she spoke when she needed and only when needed. otherwise, she remained quiet. with a soft huff, she lowered her maw to graze, pulling at the grass calmly before flicking an ear back, cocking a leg and watching imp who'd finally worn himself out after a few gallop circles around her, plop himself down at her front hooves, and lay down onto his side against her, she smiled softly and nibbled his mane softly before gently dropping to the ground herself. it took imp a second or two before he stood up and layed back down at her chest, this time laying slightly more upright, his back legs slightly stretched out, his fronts slightly tucked under and his neck and head resting on his dams legs. athena smiled softly and gently rubbed her soft lips over his mane and neck a in a gentle grooming manner to lull the newborn to sleep. but a few minutes later, and imp was in a deep sleep, soft snores could be heard from a few meters from where she lay with the colt. she huff softly, and closed her eyes, falling into a light sleep, still exhausted from birthing the big colt, she wanted to rest, even if now was not the time.


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mare ■ sixteen years ■ 16"3 australian thoroughbred x mustang ■ stallion; phantom■ tags; herd

■ at the sound of a nicker, the champagne coloured pali mare looked up to see phantom approaching, she let out a soft huff before looking over the herd protectively, checking for any dangers. phantoms words rung in her ears for a second before she could even reply. "kicking up a storm at the moment, but otherwise, he hasn't been to bad." she smiled softly, returning the soft nibble panda had was sure the foal was a colt, she had been since barley a month after conceiving and always referred to the foal as he, she hadn't been wrong so far, last years was a filly, the year before that, also a filly, both she'd guessed at barley a month pregnant. panda glanced around the herd momentarily before speaking once more "but the contractions are getting more by the minute, i'll leave in a few hours to give birth to our son. i trust signe, will take care of things while i am gone" she said softly, glancing to the pinto mare. she looked to phantom for a second or two, a cringe across her face set in for a few seconds as one of the more painful contractions set in, a moment or two and it was gone, but another hour or two and they would be worse. "perhaps the gods shall be on our side this season unlike the last spring." her words turned hard when referring to the gods, she had lost faith in them after they took her last two foals from her, one, a still born, the second died during winter. perhaps faith could be restored this year, but if her foal was once again taken from her, there would be no bringing her back to the gods.


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artemis ■ mare ■ two years ■ mature 17"1 belgian warmblood x french anglo arabian ■ stallion; none ■ tags; open

■ artemis grazing next to a lake


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mare ■ fifteen years ■ 15"3 australian brumby x english thoroughbred ■ stallion; titan■ tags; herd

■ sybil watched as mazi's fight for dominance turned into aggression, and immediately, sybil was not happy. the fight didn't last long after that, and thera decided to be smart and took off, still in sights, the chestnut pinto mare watched the duo carefully, ears pinned back, and a dominant aggressive look in her eye when she looked at mazi, there was no way that cow was being lead. and come a week after her foals birth, mazi would be dethroned, sybil didn't usually result to such violence when sorting out lead mare, most mares.. smarter, wiser mares sorted it out in a matter of minutes, a kick or two, a nasty bite was usually enough, but for such violence, this new comer was no leader, she was a bully, and while sybil made sure to be discreet about it, her dominant look was enough for mazi to know not to mess with her, for even with the mares clear strength, she'd be utterly stupid to try to challenge a mare of sybils age. it would be foolish, ears pinned back she circled around the rest of the mares protectively blocking them from mazi and thera, unsure of what was about to happen now thera had taken off, she stood tall in front of the mares, protective over them from the agro mare. while sybil was pregnant, and for the first few days or so after her foal was born, she would not do anything to annoy mazi. but should the mare even dare to be dominant over her, she'd pay with her life when sybil regained her strength.

so for now, sybil stood protectively over the herd, mazi might have won, but unless she proved herself properly to sybil as thera had done before her, her rank would last but a week.

(sorry hers is a bit of jibberish, basically she's going to take mazi down once she regains her strength lol, she's being dominant over mazi without making it seem like she wants to be lead, basically she's just making sure mazi knows she can't boss her around.. if mazi proves herself to sybil, sybil won't over throw her, but if she proves to be the bully sybil believes she is, she won't last long c: sorry mazi, sybil is all about respect and being fair.)

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lone valkyrie ❈ Stage; 1 ❈ six years ❈ tags; Bjorn, Lilira, Oudis(ment), Eliza❈ location; edge of hnitbjorg.

The golden mare watched as the champagne stallion broke off from the group once more towards another mare who beckoned him for his attention. She narrowed her icy gaze on the two as they interacted. It wasn’t natural how infatuated Bjorn seemed to be with this stranger.. Not by the interactions she had seen with his own group of mares.-- How affectionate he was with her. He seemed entranced by her somehow. Something was clearly off about that mare. In fact, something was off about the whole situation. She could feel it in her bones.

Lark let a sharp huff escape as she averted her eyes, having seen enough to know that, that mare was going to be trouble. She looked over to Oydis, who had been watching the two also. By the looks of it, the grey mare felt the exact same way she did. It was clear in her body language that she did not approve of the other mare at all. She could see the mare growing more and more agitated by the second. Even though she had negative feelings about the mare, there wasn’t much lark could do or say about it, but seeing that she was now lead mare; Oydis had the authority to do something about it. However, It wasn’t until Bjorn and Lilura disappeared into the thicket that caused the mare to act upon her feelings and began tailing the two back into the thicket.

Seeing the way the other mare turned away, Lark knew the grey mare was going to do just that. She only hoped things wouldn’t go south.

Her attention was brought back towards the herd when she movement caught her attention in her peripherals. She blinked and looked towards her left as an unfamiliar mare moved towards and addressed her kindly. She gave a gentle nod and soft smile floated across her velvet muzzle. She watched her as she spoke, taking a moment to understand what she was saying before breaking her silence once more “Thank you.” she said simply, voice thick and mumbled from her lack of hearing. She gave her another warm smile before speaking up again. “As are you.” She didn’t speak much, she much preferred to remain silent as her speech wasn’t that great compared to others, but she managed. Selective mutism is what her mother used to call it.

Lark lowered her head a bit and moved closer to the small group of mares as she didn’t feel as comfortable on the edge of the herd anymore. As she moved closer, she reached over, offering a friendly nudge to Eliza as she did so. The mare smelled of the Jotunheim though she had a coat almost exactly like the Ironborn king. Curious indeed. She must be kin of Bjorn. That would be the only logical explanation. The mare was beautiful indeed. Lark had never seen a coat like her and Bjorn’s until she Came to Valhalla. Anyone who were fortunate enough to be blessed with a coat like that were special. Surely the work of the gods. She couldn’t help but hope her foal would be half as pretty when the time came.

The golden mare flicked her ears around, though it didn’t do much good; they were useless otherwise. She wasn’t quite sure what to say at this point, but after a few moments she spoke up again, introducing herself. “I’m Lark.” She flicking her tail lightly as she returned from her thoughts; turning her attention back to the champagne mare beside her.

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ＢＪＯＲＮ ── ❝ fear the reckoning of those you have wronged !! ❞
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( hnitbjorg king ) ( 14 ) ( stallion ) ( tags: lilura, oydis, thera) ( location: the falls )

When he tried to form coherent thoughts he found that his mind would cloud in a fog that beckoned him to return his focus back to Lilura. He could not retreat into his head to think things through and so his actions were impulsive and without care. Bjorn fussed over the mare like she was a young maiden and protectively guarded her from even his own herd. He could see that eyes were on them but he failed to recognise the concerned expressions of his herd and instead took them as threats, turning his backside so they knew they'd get a kick if they disturbed him. She was clearly teasing him and throwing her scent in his face but Bjorn cared little for the antics, he only wanted the end game. He did not think how she would fit into the herd but instead viewed her as the herd. Every second he remained around her the more he abandoned his own personality to fit himself to her desires. He wanted to take her to Hvergelmir where he knew he would have control and privacy.

Only his most intimate of mares were taken there or perhaps when Bjorn and the herd needed a blessing from the gods. It was a highly spiritual place and the fact he was to take a stranger there was enough of a red flag for his closest to know that something was dreadfully wrong. Unaware that Oydis, devoted and observant as ever, had already picked up on this, Bjorn was instead engulfed by the enchantress. She pressed against him and he immediately stilled like a puppy told to sit. Her gestures next ignited a fire in Bjorn and he squealed, a hind hoof slamming into the ground as his energy sky rocketed. He impatiently tried to round her backside but it seemed she was firm on travelling. The stallion was a mass of unstable energy and moods, dangerously invigorated. It was likely best he was leaving for the slightest creature to approach him other than Lilura would be struck.

Breaking into the brush he began to depart without even telling his herd. When he spared them a glance he couldn't see Oydis, not knowing she was following, but he did see someone else. Thera. Glass shattered in his mind and there was a flash of clarity as his feelings for her over powered Lilura's grasp. What was she doing with Hnitbjorg? He felt his gut drop as he spotted wounds. Bjorn wanted to approach but he found his legs would not move. Instead the fog reappeared in his mind and he looked back to Lilura to assure himself she was still there before continuing to the stream. The density of the forest made it a difficult trek but at least it was not a long one. When they broke through into view of Hvergelmir, Bjorn paused to admire it.

The water babbled constantly, messages from the gods. The flora was rich and green and there was a crack in the trees that provided a line of light down onto them. The darkness meant Bjorn was illuminated and as she stood there glowing he felt an overwhelming love for his home (too bad he's gonna be kicked from it lol). The land of Hnitbjorg was the only thing that could really break him from his trance. Looking back at her he watched for her reaction to the sacred land before approaching slowly and with more purpose. Hvergelmir had soothed his energy and he acted more his age; powerful, regal and wise. Bjorn tenderly ran his lips along her face and cheek, down her pole and to her withers. He tugged at the fur a little before gathering himself to lift and waiting for her to move her dock to approve his intentions.

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( jotunheim valkyrie ) ( 4 ) ( mare ) ( tags: frigg, rhae, nigel, phantom, signe, freja) ( location: franang falls ) ( in gestation )

In her element with Frigg under her watch, Eliza knew she would never have an ambitious life. She loved being with her family and catering to young ones so she would learn as much as she could while she was with the brood mares of Hnitbjorg before she left. She noticed that Bjorn's herd was much more settled than the other two. His mares were typically all older, wiser, calmer and their life away in the forest meant they were very tight knit. A perfect herd to learn from. She felt Frigg sniffing around her and noticed that she focused in on Eliza's abdomen. Perking her ears she watched with quiet observation at Frigg's intuition. It seemed the young filly was already more than the sum of her parts. Letting her roam and adventure around Eliza's legs she giggled as her head popped between her front limbs. The loud whinny from Frigg shocked Eliza and she tussled the filly's forelock in praise, "You're going to have quite the voice, Frigg," she added her name to let the foal familiarise herself with it.

Now that Frigg was on the hunt for milk, Eliza looked around for Vanir so as to call her back but it seemed Frigg had plans of her own. Eliza's eyes widened as Frigg left her company in favour of Rhae's and she whinnied to warn Rhaenys of the young one's approach. It was bizarre to see an unrelated foal demanding milk and she looked to Rhae for a response, shocked herself and unsure what to do. Instead she turned her conversation to Freja, making sure all the while to keep an ear on Frigg.

"I'm sure Rhaenys would approve of you finding your own path. Father, though, I'm not too sure about." Mentioning him had her looking over to his position. A lot of the more observant mares in the herd were watching as well and none seemed to pleased. The mare Bjorn was with dripped mischief and Eliza's ears dropped back in discontent. It was unlike Bjorn to be so careless. She gave Freja a nervous groom as they lingered at the edge of Hnitbjorg's herd. She had but a moment to relax when Nigel came storming up. While he was a son of Phantom, Eliza didn't approve of his loud behaviour and her cheeks flushed red as he shamed her in front of the herd. Never one for words she abandoned the idea of defending herself and instead took the hit directly to her reputation - in front of her sister no less.

No sooner had he released his outburst on her did he leave and Eliza lashed her tail. Frustration simmered under her skin but there was little she could do when his point was valid. Luckily Phantom appeared and his supportive stance beside her soothed the mare. She knew Freja held interest in Nigel and she wanted to aid her but her dignity had taken an attack and she felt reluctance. Touching Phantom's neck just as he went off, Eliza beckoned for Freja to follow as they approached Signe and Nigel. "Perhaps the foals would like to frolic," she hushed to Signe. She no longer felt social but still motioned to Freja, "Nigel, this is my sister Freja. Freja, this is Nigel."

That said she retreated a little to avoid Nigel's scathing presence, instead turning to the presence of Lark. Eliza saw their similarity in coat and quietness and immediately liked the other mare. A nudge from her informed Eliza that she was friendly and she shook out her mane and shuffled closer to her. They looked rather similar, the golden hue in Lark being the main contrast to Eliza's more silver tone and copper mane. "Lark? I'm Eliza," she introduced. "Have you recently joined Bjorn?" Eliza could sense that something was off about Lark but she couldn't quite tell of her deafness yet.

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( valkyrie ) ( 9 ) ( mare ) ( tags: thera, alfheim herd, muscadine, orion, peri) ( location: franang's falls)

Having Vesperia nip at Mazikeen caused her to start and she lifted her head with a snort. There was no pain but she was surprised by the fierceness of the wee filly and only perked her ears more in interest. Quickly Peri's fighting spirit vanishes in favour of milk and Mazikeen felt a sweet release of pleasure and comfort in having the filly do so. Little did the wee thing know that Mazikeen needed her as much as the filly needed her. She burred in encouragement for the two, wanting them to satiate their hunger. Turning her attention back to Orion she noticed the way he reveled in her attention but some sort of cruel conditioning had him too hesitant to ask for anything from her. The mare lifted her head to glare at Muscadine who was grazing out of reach, lazily assuming Mazikeen would soon leave her and her two foals alone once she was done toying. But Mazi had no intention of going anywhere and she looked devotedly at Orion as he trembled to his feet.

Using her as support to get to the teat, Mazikeen rumbled in amusement at how he stretched his neck out, looking like a giraffe. They acted and looked like newborns so Mazikeen assumed them as such. The only thing that gave away a slight age was how they'd managed to look neglected so fast. She guessed a day old. Leaving Orion to awkwardly nurse she turned back to the filly and preened her coat gently, letting both of them nurse or idle as they pleased. She felt her teeth tug at small knots of clusters of dried dirt in the young one's coat and Mazikeen bristled with annoyance towards Muscadine. Never even bothering to groom her children, how careless. The quarter horse was eager to see what the two looked like when cleaned up and shiny.

Her grooming of Peri fell short when she felt the sharpness of Orion's teeth on her teat. His clumsiness made the mare grunt and she turned to tell him off but he was already backing away. Noticing the fear response she decided to save the scolding for later and instead nickered and blew warm air over his face. She wanted them to feed further but now her instincts were kicking in and Mazikeen found herself longing for the herd. She was surprised by her own desires. She had never felt the need to have a herd in order to keep Gaagi safe but these two were so fragile and she'd worked so hard for her place in the Alfheim kingdom that Mazikeen found herself attached.

She herded the two gently out of the brush, taking her sweet time so they wouldn't stumble. Their motor skills were similar to a new born's as well. From behind she could see Muscadine try to approach but Mazikeen quickly made it clear she was not welcome. She wanted to return to the masses so that she could let the young ones nurse and she could rest. Mazikeen did, however, worry about whether she could raise two on her own. The other herd members clearly didn't like her so she would gather no support from them. When she thought of Titan Mazikeen then realised he may kill them both. The chances of him killing the colt was even worse. Looking at the pair she filled herself with resolve to protect them.

"I'll have to name you both, too," she murmured. Now in view of the others she saw Thera's patched coat among Hnitbjorg. It was the second time the mare had wandered to them only now, Bjorn wasn't present. She wondered of Thera's skills in raising foals but quickly reminded herself that she had snaked the mare out and may not receive any assistance. Titan was with one of his own mares, the herd didn't approach her and Muscadine was behind her. For now, Mazikeen would have to deal with it all alone. "Come, young ones," she uttered and jostled them just close enough to be in Titan's line of sight as well as let her keep an eye on Thera. Mazikeen cocked a hoof and nickered for the two, she wanted them to nurse further. "It's alright, I won't harm you," the mare looked with adoring eyes at the two, rubbing Vesperia since she was closest and more open to her touch. As for Orion she could only hope he would see Mazikeen's cocked stance and know what to do.

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( lone earl ) ( 8 ) ( stallion ) ( tags: amaera) ( location: franang's falls)

A previously impossible task was now beginning to look realistic for the young earl. When a strand of her scent hit his nose d'Artagnan's nostrils flared in delight and he looked hungrily at her. She was young but full of vitality and strength of the mind. Dart was already imagining the strength of their offspring, not to mention the appearance they'd have. His ears flicked back and forth attentively and as she plays off the kings, his hopes rose further. The appaloosa followed her look towards Sammael and he wondered her connection with the large stallion. Black as the night and clearly powerful, Dart hoped he wouldn't have to come across the male in a confrontational situation. Was this mare a runaway from his herd? If Sammael were to challenge Dart for her he would surely back away. Even the prettiest mare wasn't worth a fight he most certainly couldn't win.

Her insult of the black stallion made him laugh. She was peculiar indeed. When she turned her attention back to him, Dart's silver tongue ignited in response. "I'm no king, though you don't seem to have a taste for them. But perhaps my flavour would suit your refined buds better," the stallion purred, "My name is d'Artagnan. What makes me worthy of your time is that I don't waste it on shallow chit chat." Now that he could get to talking he intended to offer her a place with him. Her youth and attitude could make her troublesome but d'Artagnan couldn't resist her beauty or independence. Even if he could just flirt with her a little longer it would be enough. His rank as an earl meant he couldn't hold land nor really a herd so he'd be lucky if she agreed to join him. For an earl, the best you could do with stay low, cover mares and hope for the best.

"Perhaps you'd like to leave this drab gathering," he flicked his eyes over the three herds. Dart wanted to try his luck with a maiden but he'd need to be careful. "There are a few I want to interact with but I have a feeling you'd rather be somewhere else. Perhaps Jotunheim, up high where mere mortals like me can admire your elegance." Referring her to a goddess would hopefully sway her to accept him, maybe even let him cover her. He raised his head higher, body growing excited and stiffened to display his interest in her. He approached her diagonally in case she rejected him and didn't want him near her rump.

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( alfheim descendant ) ( 3 ) ( mare ) ( tags: ingrid) ( location: franang's falls)

Ingrid and Heidi's teasing and sarcastic banter was always something that cheered the maiden up. She thoroughly enjoyed the other's company and didn't want to imagine life without her. And running beside her was even better. As the two came up side by side Heidi allowed her figure to elongate out into a beautiful stride. Her parents had given her a figure to be proud of and her paces were even more impressive. With the grey mare next to her the two would have looked breath-taking. Heidi knew that the two of them were part of the next generation and any in Valhalla knew that and would protect them in order to protect their legacies. Their gentle trots and canters were all she could afford before she spoke with Ingrid. As they headed a little towards the falls for privacy she did notice Phantom glance at her and Heidi naturally raised her tail to give a flirtatious buck, enjoying the attention of the king.

Once she was finally alone with her sister she heard Ingrid's thoughts. "Pa knows we can't stay with him forever - we'll drive him mad," she laughed gently to try lighten the mood. This didn't work as Ingrid seemed to realise what Heidi was suggesting and the melancholy on her sisters face was almost enough for Heidi to want to take back her words and promise to stay with her and Alfheim forever. "Phantom offered me passage with him back to Jotunheim," she began, her tongue feeling heavy and making it hard to articulate. "Oh, Ingrid, perhaps you should meet him. I don't want to leave you here and I most certainly don't want to go into Jotunheim all by myself. It'll be scary for sure. Ma always said it's so easy to trip and break a limb there if you're not careful." Heidi wondered what it would be like not seeing the beach every day but instead being high up on the plateaus.

In Jotunheim you could see the whole of Valhalla, it was the highest point of the place. Heidi longed for that experience but wanted it even more if Ingrid was by her side. "Bjorn and his mares love the gods and no one else, it's no wonder the other two kingdoms don't interact with them much," she commented on Hnitbjorg. She had never really had the chance to be specific about what stallions they wanted to be with. Normally they just imagined a random king in their fantasies of raising a family together. "Do you want to meet those from Hnitbjorg - is that where you want to go?" she asked gently. Heidi wanted to be wherever her sister was but she had already agreed to accompany Phantom. "If you join them Bjorn will take you to the forests and I may never see you again," she lamented. It was true. This was only the first, perhaps second time Heidi had ever seen Hnitbjorg. They were enigmatic and could rarely be found.

The only common champagne coat you could ever see was Azarias' and even so his leaned towards cremello as he lacked the darkened mane that Bjorn's kin had. Even Eliza liked to hide away in the plateaus with Phantom. Heidi had previously seen how Bjorn was interested in her own mother but she had also seen him eye Ingrid. She had a growing distaste for the stallion that wanted to kidnap her family into the forests. "What should we do?" she asked, including 'we' to silently say no matter what, she would stick by Ingrid.

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Midnight's Mirage

As he spoke, Pandora looked over the herd before speaking, and Phantom let his eyes roam over the others as well. Signe spoke in hushed tones with Azarias, the two foals frolicking by her side. Vidar was already behaving boldly, which made Phantom hold in a chuckle. The foal could be said to take after him, but that would definitely make him a handful. Eliza stood by the Hnitbjorg herd, contented and playing with her old herdmates. He caught sight of Astrid, and noting how his gentle daughter seemed to have something on her mind, made a mental note of it, deciding to ask her about it later.

At Pandora's words, Phantom nodded quietly, mulling it over as he continued to groom her. "I will also be on standby, don't worry about the herd." Though the Jotunheim herd was small, all of those who managed to survive were strong of both spirit and heart, and Phantom trusted them all implicitly. Pandora herself was a mare that was completely white, making her colours contrast his own strongly. When she cringed, he simply kept grooming, trying to give her something else to spend her attention on so the pain wouldn't seem too bad. As her tone turned as icy as hail, however, Phantom stilled for a moment.

"I know I'm not the best companion when it comes to debating the Gods, but I am here for you for whatever grievances you have, even if it's just to speak of it." Nudging her gently with his nose, Phantom let out a low nicker, breathing in her scent quietly. With her champagne coat, Phantom did sometimes wonder if she was related to the godly stallion, but she'd never said anything, so Phantom chose not to ask.

Nibbling along her withers, Phantom finally nudged her lightly, wishing her good luck, before he dropped his head to graze quietly, keeping an eye out. Though this was a safe period, he had no wish or intention of letting down his guard. Seeing Astrid grazing closeby, Phantom whickered to her lowly, nuzzling her warmly before continuing to graze. She seemed to have something on his mind, and Phantom did want to console his daughter, but Astrid was a quiet one, much like himself, and he didn't want to push her. As such, he simply grazed closeby, a quiet invitation to let her draw what she needed from him, whether it was someone to rant to, or simply his presence.