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[.Bandit]

@Piperlovesyou

Spirit lifted her head up and let out a happy whinny, "Yes, it is!" She agreed. She was much bigger than her new friend but she didn't mind. She bucked and reared playfully, nudging the smaller horse every now and again. Spirit started trotting down a small, dirt path. A path which many horses took. She called out for Emmet to follow her. Her strides were very long, eating up ground.

[pollydogluv]

Eiyota

He looked back at the scene, there were more horses their, he squinted "you've got to be kidding.." he muttered again, Galahad, perfect. Maybe he should go over there as well for a family reunion, of course no, he didn't really fancy getting in either an argument or a debate with them, it's been years since they had all been together. No he wasn't going to risk it he looked back at the towards the forest and where jay had wondered, back into the clearing most likely. Then he looked towards Astrid.(WB)

[lynettetan1]

Velvet Blossom

As Blossom hid her face, she suddenly became aware of others, coming quickly. A dun stallion, with a dark coated mare. Blossom's ears went flat against her head in worry. "What do we do?" She asked worriedly, unsure whether to go to Jiro or to bolt. It seemed pretty tense down there...

[dumbass]

Emmet picked up a bit of a lope as she kept up with her friend, calm and relaxed before she barrel off into the brush. Her petite hooves hit the ground and before she knew it...she was running almost smack into another mare. She veered to the left, whirling around to stare at Blue Jay, nostrils flaring. "I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, eyes large. Slowly her gaze slid to the right, widening as she realized there was a stallion with the mare.

[.Bandit]

Spirit stopped, she quickly turned around and cantered after her friend. She skid to a stop next to Emmet and nudged her gently. She then looked up and realised there was a great big stallion in front of her. She flared her nostrils and showed her teeth. Spirit didn't like stallions. They were mean and arrogant. "Don't you dare touch me or my friend, or else..." She warned the stallion. She never backed down from a fight, and if this stallion wanted one, then she would sure five it to him!

[LTwoof]

Ｖi v i a n had settled at one of the streams, dipping her head down to help cool a parched throat. Then a shrill sound rang through the air, her ears swiveled forward and her head lifted, water dripping from her slightly droopy bottom lip. A scream, perhaps of death, perhaps of a severe wound, or perhaps in the worst of cases, a wound that would cause death... but not instantly. The thunder of hooves followed, yells here and there. Ever so quickly they gathered, mares, even one of the brothers rushed forward. Calmly she observed, Vivian wasn't much of a crowd seeking mare, in fact, if she could avoid a crowd she would. Perhaps they would clear soon and she would be able to evaluate the scene on her own, see what happened. But for now she turned and set off at an easy going walk, in the opposite direction. Her thick tail swished from side to side as she moved at her clunky and heavy walk.

The commotion slowly faded from her ears as she walked, but still she could hear. Ever so slightly. She could only imagine the flare of emotion swirling around the area. Anger, sadness, oh they were endless. Vivian glanced over her shoulder once, ears lifting again. Curiosity was biting at her, perhaps when she was younger she too would have given in to emotion and charged to the scene, but that was not the case. She took in a deep breath and continued on her way, she would know soon enough. Funny how word liked to travel faster than the wind itself.

[archeron.]

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The screams and cries of a colt touched the sensitive ears of Fox as she gracefully moved down a slight incline. Tilting her head to the side, the young mare snorted out some air. Was it a fight for a mare she was listening on to, or just a battle of dominance. Shaking some dust from her light colored coat, the elegantly structured mare made her way towards the noises. Curiosity was urging her on, but the good sense to stay away had left the mare the moment her hooves changed direction towards the loud, boisterous calls of a stallion.

Coming into view, Fox saw a mare and a stallion off in the distance as well as the body of the dead colt. Cautiously she approached the fallen equine to examine him. When her nose brushed his muzzle, the mare backed away and cantered on towards the pair in the distance. Letting out a shrill whistle to the others, Fox waited for a reply.

[archeron.]

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ＡＬＬ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＬＥＮＯＮＡ ＢＡＲＣＥＬＯＮＡ - -

Lenona never goes by her full name, but by Lenona. Only the closest of friends, or lovers, is allowed to call her Nona. Nona was born in Southern Spain, hence the Barcelona, and was latter shipped to the Middle East for breeding and training. Once she was bred, the mare was sent to America to be sold at auction, while pregnant, for a very steep price. Before the auction was made, the mare escaped from the handlers and made her escape to the wild. Once her foal was born the mare had no want for it because it reminded her of her past life, Lenona abandoned him to the elements. Once here, the mare decided to find a herd and is currently looking for one.

Nona isn't cold hearted or evil in any way, but she can be feisty. If stallions are coming after her, the mare will flirt and play around with them, but when it comes to joining a herd, the mare would have to be forced into it by a strong stallion to control her. Nona is scared of guns and gun shots because of her training days int he middle east.

ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵇᵉˡᵒᶰᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ⁻ ᵖᶤᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵒʷᶰᵉʳ ⁻ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒᶰᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

[dumbass]

{Who is Foxtrot whinnying to?}

[archeron.]

Jiro --