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Tιтαη
Bαcнєℓσя
╚═════════════════╝Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ☠ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs: None ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: None ☠ Tᴀɢs: NoneThe stallion trots around among the different herds, free to roam around since he hasn't rounded up any mares yet. He snorts and seeks out another stallion that was of equal bulk and starts a sparring match, wanting to keep himself fit and ready for any real fights that were destined to happen soon. Rebel squeals and rears back as the other stallion lashes out with their teeth, but there wasn't any hard blows or hurtful wounds, this was just a friendly play-fight that helps both stallions stay on their toes.╔═════════════════╗
Cℓσυ∂ℓєѕѕ Sку
Bαcнєℓσя
╚═════════════════╝Sᴋʏ ☼ 3 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ # Oғ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs: None ☼ # Oғ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: None ☼ Tᴀɢs: NoneThe young stallion snorts as he trots with a few fellow bachelors, most were much bigger than himself and a lot older, but he wasn't scared of them, he was a very confident stud even though he was so young. Sky whinnies and playfully nips at a bachelor that was next to him, making the older stallion snort and pin his ears at the younger stallion, stopping his playfulness on the spot.
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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
Lσηє Mαяє
╚═════════════════╝Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: NoneShe grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the large valley that the many herds call home. A few stallions have attempted to push her into their herds, but another stallion always appeared to challenge the other, which gave her the ability to slip away un-noticed. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating.╔═════════════════╗
Eѕтєℓℓα
Lσηє Fιℓℓу
╚═════════════════╝Eʟʟᴀ ღ 2 Yᴇᴀʀs ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ღ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ღ Tᴀɢs: NoneThe young filly wonders around aimlessly, not really sure where to go or what to do, her mother had been taken from her a few months ago and didn't get to explain what breeding season was or what to do in her first heat. Ella shakes out her bay pelt and looks around with a wary eye, she knows stallions can be very mean when a mare is in heat, one had pushed her mother around before she was taken. The filly flicks her half grown tail, unknowingly spreading her light heat scent, she has finally started her first heat.







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