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[.ace.]

❋яαιи∂яσρѕ σи яσѕєѕ❋
яαιи | 5 уяѕ σℓ∂ | мαяє | ѕ¢αяє∂ & ¢σиfυѕє∂ | тαggє∂: -- | нєя∂: иσиє

The red roan stamped the ground fearfully as she ran. There was almost nothing graceful about it. Rain tripped. She stumbled. She bumped into other horses. The riders kept making them all to continue moving, their whips enforcing their power. Eyes fearful, the mare continued on with the others. She was confused, but felt oddly cheated. This wasn't in any way fair. Humans did not have the right to just sweep in and do this to the horses. Rain's thoughts were interrupted as a short stallion near to her, most likely a young bachelor, snorted in alarm. His ears perked forward and fear filled his brown eyes. Rain followed the young stranger's gaze and swallowed hard. Ahead of them was a winding collection of silver fences. In the center of the long passages was a very large pasture, enclosed with tall silver fences. The mounted humans continued to press the reluctant herd of mismatched equines toward the pen. Suddenly, one of the older, stranger stallions in front of her neighed shrilly. He whipped his dark bay head around and lunged, a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes, straight at one of the riders. The trampling herd of horses jostled to a sloppy halt as the human on the horse veered his horse to the side and shouted something to his accomplice. His horses barely escaped with its tail as the large wild horse aimed to take a chunk out of it. Rain watched, frozen to the spot. She didn't even know what to do! And apparently, neither did any of the other horses in the group. They all just stood... And watched. The dark bay snorted again and whipped around, taking a fearful glance at the fences quite a ways away. "I can't go back!" He screamed, and went after the rider again.

^^Just casually trying to stall... :z

♥α¢є σf нєαятѕ♥
α¢є | 6 уяѕ σℓ∂ | ѕтαℓℓισи | αиgяу & ѕ¢αяє∂ | тαggє∂: мσσи | нєя∂: иσиє

Ace continued running, his ears pinned. His hooves pounded the ground, occasionally gouging up clots of grass and throwing them out behind him. The same was happening in front of him, only the dirt was being sprayed in his eyes. Irritated, Ace threw his head higher to avoid the earth assault. As he did, he noticed that a new horse had arrived. It was a palomino mare and she was running next to him. Ace was so angry that he almost didn't hear her words and realized that she was talking to him. "How the bloody hell should I know?" He spat menacingly, eyes glaring. His response wasn't exactly meant to sound so aggressive, it just so happened that it did. The stallion was simply angry at everything at the moment and didn't feel like talking. Ace ground his teeth together in his mouth, clenched his jaw, and snorted ferociously. Once more, the liver chestnut began drifting out to the edge of the herd of stampeding equines. As he reached the side and prepared to knock the rider off of his domestic horse, he noticed something ahead. A maze of dark silver fencing wound all over like a lake with several branches. In the center, a large circular pen entrapped several horses already. Ace's eyes widened for a moment, and then were filled with determination. He was not going in there. No way. Not in a million years.

Eyes blazing, the liver chestnut turned his head and glared at the rider for a moment before plotting his attack. Ace put on a burst of speed and as he pulled ahead of the human and his horse, he flung out his hind legs. The stallion felt his hooves contact a tangible surface and a heard a squeal of pain and surprise from the horse. He deserved it. Ace told himself as a feeling of triumph bubbled up inside him. The horse broke to the side, for one split moment feeling the freedom, then all he could feel was a noose being tossed over his neck. The rope restrained his movements for a time, giving the mounted rider enough time to give the equine a proper lashing with his whip. Ace whinnied shrilly, mostly out of anger, and swerved back over to the proper side of the rider, a look of utter loathing in his brown eyes. As he thundered on, the stallion watched the rider out of the corner of his eye. I'll kill you. He thought to himself, snapping at the air. The rider tugged the lasso and made Ace almost stumble. Almost. But the animal caught his balance and kept going. That was his warning. Probably his last warning. Looking back ahead, after shooting a venomous glare at the rider, the stallion saw the contraptions nearing. His dark nostrils flared... He didn't want to go.

♛тнє тяυє кιиg♛
кιиg | 11 ½ уяѕ σℓ∂ | ѕтαℓℓισи | вαffℓє∂ & ѕ¢αяє∂ | тαggє∂: єzяα | нєя∂: иσиє

King felt the many horses around him. Occasionally they would bump into him, or kick him. Whatever was going on, the stallion knew that he did not like it. Every mile that the herd moved was forced by the riders and their domestic mounts. This was somehow not right at all in King's world. The stallion whom he had just moments ago offered advice to had finally gotten the message and turned around to run with the amassed herd, on the way to doing so informing King to very blatantly "shut up." The paint stallion shook his head and grunted, turning his head back to the front. He focused on something quite a ways away. On the other side of the plains, almost out of his range of vision, a dark blur peaked a hill and descended down. King realized that after a moment that it was another herd of horses. Like the one he was in. A small, small, flitter of hope alighted in his chest. There were others, but... Was that good or bad? Following behind the second herd in the air was a very strange, very large silver beast that made unnecessarily loud noises. The herd he was on did not have one of those creatures flocking them like a vulture would follow its prey. Great, so that was what they were now. Prey. King snorted, his white nostrils flaring for a moment as he tore his attention from the flying creature. Not didn't matter about escaping now, for the older stallion knew that that would be futile. Determined humans were certainly a force to be reckoned with. The stallion winced slightly as an elderly mare near the back of the herd (just some random stranger) screamed. He glanced back to see the whip crack down again on her bony back. King's eyes were filled with sadness. She didn't deserve that. In fact, none of them deserved any of this.

✗ נυѕт α ριи¢н σf fαιяу ∂υѕт ✗
тιикєявєℓℓ | 7 уяѕ σℓ∂ | мαяє | ѕ¢αяє∂ | тαggє∂: -- | нєя∂: иσиє

Tinkerbell scrunched up her nose, a high pitched whinny escaping her lips. Nothing fazed her, right? She was the brave one, the one who could stand up to anything, right? Wrong. This, this scared her. A lot. The little pony, for the first time in her life, feared that she might die. With her tiny hooves pounding the ground, Tinkerbell ran faster than she ever had before, putting every ounce of speed she had into her gallop. The horses squealed behind her, drawing closer and closer. She could feel the ground quake harder as the herd came up behind her. She knew they would. Naturally, a short little pony would never outrun a horse running for his life. As the three horses started to tear by her, she saw one face. A pretty, young filly (random) paused briefly and turned her head to her, slowing down just a bit. For a moment, their fearful eyes met, and the filly spoke.
"You can do it."
Tinkerbell opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off as she heard one of the riders shout. He raised his hand, the whip flinging back with it and began to bring it angrily down, aiming for Belle and the filly. Before he could hit them, Tinkerbell surged forward, pushing the young made with her, and bounded after the two other horses with the filly alongside her. Furious bellows from the mounted human made Belle and the filly run faster, their shorter strides making them fall behind the others by several yards.

[~:: Amber Bambi ::~]

Removed.. I Quit This RP.

[fg05281]

Ignore this post
The above is an edit.

[Over the Moon]

Over the Moon:
Moon carefully swerved out of the way of a sleek black mare that nearly smashed into her. As she did, her eyes met Ace's and it was clear the young stallion was angry at her. "Well, excuse me!" The palomino shouted back, clearly annoyed at the chestnut's rudeness. "Perhaps if you used your brain you would know? There's no need to be so rude!" She snorted as she watched him attempt to attack one of the humans and pushed onward, urging her long legs to go faster and faster until she was just behind the horses leading the large group. For once, the mare was glad for her breeding- it was the only thing keeping her going right now. Soon, however, she would tire. She was built for short spurts of speed, not long draw-out running like this. She raised her head higher as she ran and noticed a small pony dashing at the head of the group(Tinkerbell). Who is that? A human's horse? She thought to herself, her hatred for these humans growing. She watched as a human attempted to hit the palomino and surged forward to block the Shetland, forcing the other horses to go around her too. "Don't worry! I'll make them go around you!" She whinnied, hoping she would be heard over the other horses' panic.
((I don't know if you accepted her or not, Prom.. :3 I'm just gonna go ahead and do her first post. I can take it down later if you want me to.))

[Promiscuous.]

((I don't know if you accepted her or not, Prom.. :3 I'm just gonna go ahead and do her first post. I can take it down later if you want me to.))

Im pretty sure I did c: So I think your okay <3

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Chemical Warfare
Aᵍᵉ :: Fourteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Searching
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

Oh, she's pretty. So is she. Oooh, look at the flank on that girl. I wonder if she's single-- oh. Wait, that's her kid. Crap, there's her stallion. Look away look away... Biohazard was a ladies man, sure, just without any ladies to call his own. Currently he was looking for some lone mares to chat it up with and eventually call his, but it wasn't working out all that well, seeing as many other stallions were already occupying them. And it was a little frustrating, sure, but he wasn't really in the mood to go fight anyone over a mare and risk scaring her off. He needed to come off as the nice guy, and let that speak for himself. And of course if things weren't going his way, then he'd probably bring out that not so Mr. Nice Guy personality. But that would require him approaching a mare and letting things play out on their own first, wouldn't it? The tall stallion had made his decision. He stepped forward, his shoulder muscles rippling beneath his blue roan and white-patched pelt, before letting out a loud bellow. It was a deep sound, a bit unnerving to any stallions under the age of eight most likely. It signified a strong, capable bachelor who was willing to take in mares and protect them. Love them. Care for them. And above all, breed with them. After all, that was the name of the game, wasn't it? Survival of the fittest, and baby, Biohazard was fit enough to handle one-thousand ladies.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Searching
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

The stallion stood away from the bachelor herd at the moment, about fifty yards or so from them. He didn't like being near the other lonely robust stallions, but he had no choice. It was either this or die alone come harsh weather, considering he hadn't managed to reel in any mares. His last encounter had been... bad, to say the least. The mare was much too... arrogant and mean; she wasn't at all willing to comply with the large handsome fellow. "I'm a queen and you will treat me as such, if you do not, I'll find someone who's worthy of me." But, that was her choice. Wherever she was now, whether it was dead from being on her own or in a herd, it was a fate she'd sealed for herself. Part of him hoped she found a herd, since she didn't seem the slightest but happy around him. Perhaps there was a stallion who had no backbone and was willing to cave in to her every demand, but Gator certainly wouldn't put up with it. No. He treated mares with respect, and wanted that same respect given to him. Gladiator is the type who is fairly kind to mares, and wouldn't use force unless absolutely necessary. As he stood alone, grazing contently, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He loved being alone as he was right now, but he hated being lonely. Deep down he did want mares, he did want a herd and a family, but at the same time he enjoyed being a bachelor. Roughing it up with the other stallions and sparring, and virtually doing whatever he pleased. It was nice. But he wanted mares. They were smaller and always had a scent that made him lose all his senses and become dumbfounded. Sure they were sometimes bossy, and although he liked being his own leader, he knew he'd one day need a good, wise mare to lead his herd while he acted as both a protector and stud, nothing more. So the stallion raised his head from grazing, and gave a low sounding neigh, hoping to maybe catch someone's attention.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Friday the Thirteenth
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alone
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

She was named for her dark color, pitch black with lighter tips that seemed to glow blood-red in the sunlight. She was well-built, sturdy with toned muscles that most mares wouldn't normally have. Her coat was battered in scars, many old from picking fights with older horses and young bachelors, some new from more recent events. Those choices may not have been seen as 'wise' but she'd come this far hadn't she? And all of those fights had only made her stronger. Friday was named for her unusually cruel personality, one which seemed bent on chaos and destruction. Or maybe it was the air of bad-luck that seemed to roll in behind her, afflicting any who dared to challenge this monstrosity of a gal. Regardless, she was alone, without a herd. None had been able to tame this firecracker and hold onto her long enough to officially mark her as their own; she'd always managed to put them into their place and take off before they even knew what was going on. That being said, her heat scent was light, but constantly catching the attention of testosterone-fueled studs who had the nerve to try and mount her. Ha! As if she was going to let some pathetic colt within a thirty-foot radius of her. No, that wasn't about to happen, not unless she was beaten to bloody hell and was seeing stars. Even then she'd put up a fight, refusing to let any earthly scum touch her. Friday was one peculiar mare. Older, wise, and ever so fit in her later years. Not to mention gorgeous, with that dark coat contrasting with her icy blue eyes. Good luck boys, you're gonna need it.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Box of Sin
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alone
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: None

For now, the mouse gray Quarab mare stood alone, a good distance away from all of the action. Her muzzle was to the ground, pulling up blades of vegetation as she grazed, her scented tail flicking every now and again. The mare was content to say the least. She raised her head as she heard bellows and angered screams emerging from the chaos of the scrambling stallions the center of the valley, and she glanced over the scene unfolding. Multiple stallions, many mares. The stallions would soon be in a frenzy over all of the mares in heat... Or at least, the mare would assume so. And she sighed, before returning to her grazing. It seemed all of these stallions were interested the flashy, in-your-face mares, not pretty little loners like her. And it was upsetting, really. Was she not good enough? What with her dark gray coat, slim bodice, and that lovely dished face with the most captivating brown eyes you've ever seen...? Pandora had always thought herself as pretty, nay, she had always known she was pretty. Heck, she was beautiful! Gorgeous, even. But for some reason, none of these studs had taken an interest in her. Why would that be?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Nuclear Wasteland
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Content
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

So here we have the wallflower. The observer. The awkward one who's much too quiet to say anything, so she goes unnoticed. Yup, that's Chernobyl, the nearly mute mare who prefers keeping to herself rather than being part of a large crowd. While everyone was out and about socializing, she stood off to the side under the shade of an oak tree. She was in a rather comfortable position; with one hoof cocked at a perfect thirty-six degree angle, eyes half-shut as rays of sunlight peaked through the tree branches and warmed small sections of her pelt. Chernobyl was in utter paradise right now, lazily watching as everyone went by, too focused on their own lives to even notice the little mare. And that was just how she liked it. She was an observer, one who simply watched and listened, and learned from others' mistakes. When you think about it, that's quite smart, really. Rather than get into any trouble herself, she simply watches others do so, and learns as if she were in their place. Brilliant, really. The silver-dun mare let out a heavy sigh of contentment, allowing her tail to swish across her haunches and brush away the pesky flies who seemed attracted to her seasonal heat. Her scent was growing heavy everyday, but by no means was she willing to stand there and let anyone cover her. Oh no no no, that would mean being discovered and having to socialize. And Chernobyl certainly wasn't ready for such drastic actions.

{{ Cruddy starters. Ahhhh no ideas for Voodoo, so I guess if you want to meet her, just tell me XD }}

[Deletingaccount]

(Bio can find Illusion amongst all the mares if you like,)

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Apocalyptic Chaos
Aᵍᵉ ::Ten years
Rᵃᶰᵏ ::Lone Mare
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ:: none
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ ::angry/agitated
Iᶰ ʰᵉᵃᵗ/ᴾʳᵉᵍᶰᵃᶰᵗ ::in heat - 2
Tᵃᵍˢ ::open

Apocalype's ears pinned back, as she ran with the large herd. She was on the outer edge of the herd which meant she got the crack of the whip. "GET UP THERE!" She screeched and bucked in the direction of one wrangler who roared and cracked his whip behind her. She snorted and seeing the huge yards she came to a sliding stop before hitting a fence and squeezed her way in with the others. Ears pinned back the mare glared, eyes big, nostrils flared ears flicking non stop. SHe kicked at two other horses who kicked at her first before she tried moving away from the large herd, but it was hopeless. This yard was cramped now, the rest of the horses were being rushed off to another yard. She pinned her ears and reared up with a loud angry scream, striking her hooves in mid air before she slammed them back to the ground. A Mare who thought nothing would ever scare her, was deeply and utterly in fear.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: A Fallen Empire
Aᵍᵉ :: Six years
Rᵃᶰᵏ :: Lone mare
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ:: none
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Nervous, Shocked
Iᶰ ʰᵉᵃᵗ/ᴾʳᵉᵍᶰᵃᶰᵗ ::in heat - 3 -
Tᵃᵍˢ ::open

A pretty little bay mare grazed silently among her herd. She looked up as her stallion came over, clearly to ask to breed, and so she raised her tail accepting. It wasn't long till the male reached herbut something distracted them both. They looked up and heard the sounds of a very loud bird above them, roaring past them. After that they ignored it and continued their buisness, Their young stallion, a little shaken up, their lead mare a bit nervous, pompeii rolled her eyes. In time a group of wranglers roared up the hill cracking their whips, screaming at the top of their lungs pushing another herd towards them. The bay pricked her ears forwards and as they grew closer Pompeii took off, now leading the two herds as the wranlers pushed and pushed. She could hear the dying cries of foals being crushed as they reached the yards, young foals already dead before the yard or in the yard. She felt for their mothers. She groaned and moved quickly into another large yard bucking and pig rooting, angry but nervous and worried now. The mare cried out and bolted around trying to get out. She spotted a few try to jump, but all either got out and injured themselves or got out and were herded back in.

Nᵃᵐᵉ ::Optical Illusion
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen years
Rᵃᶰᵏ ::Lone mare
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ:: none
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: bored
Iᶰ ʰᵉᵃᵗ/ᴾʳᵉᵍᶰᵃᶰᵗ ::In heat - 3
Tᵃᵍˢ ::Chemical Warfare

As she was chased into the yards the mare snorted and looked around, flicking her scented tail the mare looked around almost searching for a stallion. Illusion could be a grumpy little mare, she was very fussy, she was fussy about what she ate, where she ate, what she drank, where she drank, but mostly, Illusion was fussy about what stallion she went with. She wanted the company of an older more experienced male, and that was what she was looking for, and that was she was interested in. Those young ones didn't know how to run a herd, let alone flirt, or talk properly, but the older boys, they could flirt all they liked, she enjoyed it. It was amusing, and she liked it. The older boys were, how do you say it, more attractive. She'd told three young ones that already, they gave up and walked off, they had no chance if she would have taken off, so they face facts and turned away. The mare looked up as a young stallion came over, he was perhaps five. Illusion rolled her eyes and watched him. "And why should I tell you my name" she asked frowning, ears pinned back 'because i asked?' that was his brilliant answer, because i asked? she rolled her eyes and sighed "You can't just 'ask' for ones name, you have to... flirt a little, go on, go practice on that little filly over there" she murmured motioning to a two year old mare "then come back and we'll see how you go" she teased with a grin, and as the stallion left, the mare rolled her eyes and snorted, nothing had sparked interest in the mare when the young male came over, even with her hormones almost at full. She snorted and looked around stopping as two more young males came at her, they were both two, about at least. If illusion could face palm, she would. She sighed and glanced up spotting a much older male (Biohazard), her interest going up, but these two stallions kept making her focus on them. She had to admit, they were cute, in a foolish cocky kind of way.

Nᵃᵐᵉ ::Lucky valentine
Aᵍᵉ :: Four years
Rᵃᶰᵏ ::lone mare
Sᵗᵃᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ:: none
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: curious, hormonal
Iᶰ ʰᵉᵃᵗ/ᴾʳᵉᵍᶰᵃᶰᵗ ::in heat - 4
Tᵃᵍˢ ::open

The palomino mare flicked her ears and called out loudly. Annoyed she didn't receive a reply, the young mare pulled her tail up and swished it and called out again. Cries erupted in the air and she looked up, a bright grin on her little muzzle as the palomino mare trotted towards them, Eyes closed, head held high and before she could realise what was going on, it was too late. Ears pinned she cantered down to the herd bucking with her tail clamped down she snorted and trotted beside two other older mares and their yearlings. Ears pinned back the mare kept going, going where asked, submission in her eyes.

As they reached the yards the mare snorted and started to calm down, before dancing around spreading her scent as she searched for any stallion. Right now, she didn't care if the stallion was a yearling.

Nᵃᵐᵉ::Keeper of Catastrophes
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven years
Rᵃᶰᵏ :: Bachelor
Mᵃʳᵉˢ :: none
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ :: zero
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: cautious
Tᵃᵍˢ ::open

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Nᵃᵐᵉ::Chaotic Devotion
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen Years
Rᵃᶰᵏ :: Bachelor
Mᵃʳᵉˢ :: none
Cᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍˢ :: zero
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: searching
Tᵃᵍˢ ::Friday the thirteenth

Ghost had just been thrown into a yard with plenty other stallions and mares, including a few young colts. He watched each mare with a flirty grin, but only one really caught his attention. A pretty mare she was. She was taller, but not much taller, and height never bothered him. A mare fit to breed was on his mind. He watched her, and grinned as there was almost a clear circle around her, perhaps one or two mares close, and even they seemed to scared to go closer. Ghost could see they were roughly the same age. And he was going to make this mare his, it was clear she wasn't in deep heat, but that didn't bother him yet. He wasn't foolish, but he also knew that being the same age, Ghost had the upper hand here, even though she was a stronger breed, he was quicker than her in every way, he was lighter than her, - not that he thought she was fat, she was very muscular - and his anglo arabian lines let him move quicker than the friesan x. Ears flicking he took several steps in until he was but two meters from the mare, ears pinned back to show his dominance and yet that he wasn't any harm, he gave a soft nicker and stretched his nos out.