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Stallion
7 years.
Mustang.
Herd; N/A
Lead Mare; N/A
Tags; Geyser
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The stallion stood beside the lake, his head held high and his ears prick as he scented the air. He tossed his mane to rid his neck of flies, and stamped his hoof, before returning to his previous stance of watchfulness. With a snort, he turned, and began to walk away from the lake. It had been a lonely winter, so he had decided to start a herd, although things were not going to plan. A flick of his tail and he began to canter, his mismatched eyes searching for any sign of mares. The sound of water was brought to his attention, and he halted, before turning himself towards the river. Arrow was drawn towards a mare taking a drink, not one to pass up a mare, he cautiously made his way towards her.
The stallion stood beside the lake, his head held high and his ears prick as he scented the air. He tossed his mane to rid his neck of flies, and stamped his hoof, before returning to his previous stance of watchfulness. With a snort, he turned, and began to walk away from the lake. It had been a lonely winter, so he had decided to start a herd, although things were not going to plan. A flick of his tail and he began to canter, his mismatched eyes searching for any sign of mares. The sound of water was brought to his attention, and he halted, before turning himself towards the river. Arrow was drawn towards a mare taking a drink, not one to pass up a mare, he cautiously made his way towards her.
Mare.
4 years.
Peruvian Paso.
Herd; N/A
Stage 2.
Tags; N/A
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Calypso grazed on her own, her tail keeping flies at bay. She was slightly lonely, but she had adapted to the silence, filling it instead with birdsong and the other sounds that came with freedom. Her forelock was hanging in her eyes, but a flick of her mane sorted out the irritability. With a sigh, the mare lifted her head, and studied her surroundings to make sure she really was alone, and that there was no herds about. One of her hind hooves rested on it's tip, and her ears dropped to the sides in contentment, her eyes half closed, she dozed, enjoying the silence that could be both a friend and an enemy.
Calypso grazed on her own, her tail keeping flies at bay. She was slightly lonely, but she had adapted to the silence, filling it instead with birdsong and the other sounds that came with freedom. Her forelock was hanging in her eyes, but a flick of her mane sorted out the irritability. With a sigh, the mare lifted her head, and studied her surroundings to make sure she really was alone, and that there was no herds about. One of her hind hooves rested on it's tip, and her ears dropped to the sides in contentment, her eyes half closed, she dozed, enjoying the silence that could be both a friend and an enemy.
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