[ I didn't have any muse for Stella or Alice right now, but they are both open for any interaction, just chilling in their herds haha.
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[ Sebastian ] - [ Stallion ] - [ Sixteen ] - [ Shire x Thoroughbred ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Mares] maiden, record, breeze,
daenerys
[Foals] --
[Coverings] --
[Tagged] herd
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ Sebastian had been up for a good long while already, admiring the picturesque landscape painted in soft powdery blues and glistening white. Bursts of surprising color could be seen dotted across the earth, vibrant greens that broke through the sheet of snow, grass desperate and determined to retake its rightful place once again. Sebastian stood out against the bright backdrop, an inky black Shire stallion of eighteen hands. He was hard to miss, though maybe that was precisely the reason he was accompanied by a herd of beautiful mares. His lazy brown eyes slithered over the group in question, a gentle nicker leaving his velvet maw in greeting to the waking band. Sebastian's warm breath gathered around his muzzle in a translucent icy cloud, one heavy striped hoof digging away what little snow was left as he dragged it over the ground with a snort to reveal the dead yellow grass underneath. Spring was upon them, and life was returning to the barren meadow they called home, but it would still take time for the earth to be green and happy once more. His mind wandered to his mares; each one of them had some trait that he admired above all others, that had drawn him to them in the first place. He was reminded of their diverse natures now as he gazed out at their beauty, but his attention was quickly stolen by his gorgeous lead as the large raven black mare picked her way through the small herd to greet him. Many stallions would not be satisfied with a herd of this size, but Sebastian was. He knew all his mares well, and they got along together as easy as could be. He was utterly happy with his little family. When Iron Maiden came to a stop at his side, running blunt teeth over his shoulder in soft nips and nibbles to coax him into moving the Shire stallion lowered his head, tapping the tip of his velvet muzzle against her crest. His breath was warm against the top of her neck, nostrils flared as he took in a the different scents of mares in heat around him before offering a low, gentle nicker to Maiden with a toss of his head. He was ready to move whenever his lead was, but he waited for her command.
ＨＥ ＳＡＩＤ ＨＥ ＨＡＤ Ａ ＳＴＯＲＹ
[ Haunt ] - [ Stallion ] - [ Thirteen ] - [ Thoroughbred x Oldenburg ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Mares] luna, juliette
[Foals] --
[Coverings] --
[Tagged] trick
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ A loud, furious, curdling scream erupted from Haunt's silver muzzle suddenly as he caught sight of something less than pleasurable in the distance; a young stallion inching ever closer to his tiny herd[which was also a less than pleasurable sight to the stallion, mind you]. Whether he had intentions on Haunt's mares or not, that heartless stallion did not care one bit. He had attacked other males for so much as existing in the same space as him, so after watching this young fool progressively slip closer and closer to Luna and Juilette all morning had him seething, to say the least. Launching his body into a sprint towards the colt, the other stallion seemed too idiotic for his own good and reared up to meet his elder in battle. Throwing his front half into their air, Haunt lashed out wildly with two two jagged black hooves, dark satisfaction creeping into his eyes each time they left wounds on his opponents skin. Giving up just as fast, the colt pulled away with a squeal and dashed off into the distance. Not wanting the pitiful creature to assume it would be safe to try again later, Haunt gave chase. That is, until something else stole his attention away entirely. With his two young prizes still in sight, the Thoughbred x Oldenburg cross slid to a fast stop, flinging his gaze back and forth between Luna and Juilette and a pretty appaloosa prize tearing at the earth not far from where he stood. Making up his mind quickly, Haunt let out a demanding, angry scream, kicking out his hind hooves in a buck as he changed course and made a b-line straight for Trick. He had no intention to be subtle or gentle or kind with the mare, he was going to try to snake the prize back to his two young mares for keeps.
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[ Vagabond ] - [ Mare ] - [ Fourteen ] - [ American Mustang ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] none
[Foals] --
[Status] stage two heat
[Rank] lone mare
[Tagged] tuka
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ Vagabonds' ears were lowered in a relaxed way, her heavily scented tail swishing against her hind legs and her blunt, stained teeth working affectionately at the matted hair on Tuka's withers. Her friend was making very quiet, low, pleased sounds at the massage she was receiving, head lowered to graze. The lead mare let out gentle calming rumbles and whinnys to the younger mare, nuzzling the base of her neck before continuing her grooming along the sorrel's spine. Vagabond did not treat a single other horse this way- she had bonded with Tuka and Tuka alone, and she was the only mare who received this treatment. While it was normal for the mares to socialize and groom and generally enjoy each others company, Vagabond only really spent time with her little Tuka. And it wasn't even that she didn't like the others, it was just that... Alright she didn't particularly like them all that much. But that was her- she didn't grow close to anyone nor consider anyone more than an acquaintance, a passing companion for herds were ever changing. But her and Tuka had a long history- six years worth, which was more time than she had spent in any herd. She blew a hard snort out of wet nostrils as the younger mare let out a shrill cry for stallions, giving her a harsh, berating nip on the withers for such actions. Vagabond enjoyed herds, as well, but demanding attention in such a way could draw... Less than desirable males. Young ones who were nothing but trouble, or old ones who were cruel and cunning. Vagabond was much more careful about the way she found her stallions, but Tuka didn't seem to care either way.
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[ Tuka ] - [ Mare ] - [ Six ] - [ American Mustang ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] none
[Foals] --
[Status] stage four heat
[Rank] lone mare
[Tagged] vagabond
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ Blunt teeth were pulling at the waxy vegetation littering the green earth as the pretty young sorrel mare grazed calmly beside Vagabond, who had essentially served as her mother for the entirety of her life. Now the roan mare was gently grooming the dirty hair on her withers, massaging the skin there gently, and Tuka let out soft, quite rumbles of approval. Tuka was a friendly mare, a social one, but she enjoyed the attention she got from Vagabond the best, especially since she was the only one who received it. The pretty sorrel mare slapped her heavily scented tail against one hip, lifting her head to tug gently at the shorter mares' mane before turning her rich cognac eyes to the landscape around them. Tuka lifted her upper lip to taste the air before letting out a long, strong call for any nearby horses. Preferably a stallion- Tuka was in her last stage of heat, so finding a stallion took presidence in her mind. She knew Vagabond was thinking of it as well, but she'd never heard the mare make any sound other than the soft comforting rumbles she was making now- the mare never called out, not even quietly.
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[ Charlotte ] - [ Mare ] - [ Twelve ] - [ American Mustang ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] temper
[Foals] --
[Status] stage two heat
[Rank] herd mare
[Tagged] herd
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ Charlotte's thick black tail was clamped firmly down, nostrils flared in a heavy snort that sent flakes of snow flying from around her lowered muzzle. The spitfire of a mustang mare stood calmly against the stripped trunk of a tree, plucking at the dead, yellow grass that poked at her muzzle. It was unsatisfying, but it was better than peeling the bark off trees, that was for sure. Every once in a while she would lift her head and peek out at the rest of the herd, but she was laying low on the outskirts for now. She had recently come back into heat, and when Charlotte was in heat, nobody wanted to be around her. She was even more irritable and grumpy than she usually was, and she didn't want to be touched by anyone or talked to by anyone until she reached the peak of her heat, at which point she would strut promptly up to her stallion and demand his attention, and afterwards would settle back into her usual self. But for now, any horse that approached her was sure to be sorry- though, all of these horses should know how out of whack her hormones where at this point. She had been with them for a few months now, after all.
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[ Stella ] - [ Mare ] - [ Eight ] - [ American Mustang x Arabian ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] phantom
[Foals] --
[Status] stage three heat
[Rank] herd mare
[Tagged] herd
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[ Alice ] - [ Mare ] - [ Ten ] - [ Arabian ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] grim
[Foals] --
[Status] stage four heat
[Rank] herd mare
[Tagged] herd
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[ Raven ] - [ Mare ] - [ Nine ] - [ Shire x Thoroughbred x Appaloosa ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] north
[Foals] --
[Status] stage three heat
[Rank] herd mare
[Tagged] herd
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ The tall spotted mare had her head lowered to the ground, rubbery lips pulling roughly as the dry grass as she grazed, scented tail swishing back and forth against her hocks. From a distance, Raven looked like your average Appaloosa with a pretty spotted pelt and elegant features, but when you got closer and closer to the mare one realized the sheer size of her and power contained within her muscular body; she was half Shire, after all. Her father had been one, and he was a force to be reckoned with- he was kind and gentle and loving to his herd, but he was terrifying in battle against other horses. Brutal, merciless. Stallions of lighter, quicker breeds would often come at him trying to out maneuver him, use their speed and wit to win a battle and take his herd. He always crushed them. Raven adored her father; he had been her role model, and she had left him with a heavy heart when she turned three, but she knew she had too. If she wanted any kind of a future, she needed to strike out on her own. After that, she had spent some time with a few stallions and given birth to three foals before she was found by North. The stallion was smaller than her, but he was incredibly large for his breed. It surprised her, but you wouldn't catch Raven complaining. Due to standing just a fraction under eighteen hands herself, when it came to stallions, the bigger the better. Speaking of whom, she payed little mind to North as he wound his way through his mares, simply continuing on her mission to regain any and all weight lost during the harsh winter. She was not really interested in anything else at the moment, though it company found her she would welcome it.
ＪＵＳＴ Ａ ＦＡＩＲＹＴＡＬＥ
[ Sparrow ] - [ Mare ] - [ Four ] - [ Arabian x Quarter Horse ]
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┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓[Stallion] none
[Foals] --
[Status] stage two heat
[Rank] lone mare
[Tagged] --
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┚ Sparrow jumped slightly, skidding a few steps to the side with a squeal. The sound of distant fighting started up all of a sudden, startling the one-grazing mare. She had lost her mother during winter, they had been separated during a storm, so for the last few weeks Sparrow had been very stressed and jumpy and skittish. She needed a friend- someone to put up with her and look out for her, because she did not do well alone. Sparrow needed to have someone to depend on, to be there for her when she got scared or nervous, and that had been her mother. But, try as she might, Sparrow had never been able to reconnect with the little black Arabian. She pinned her ears with a sigh, letting her rich brown eyes crawl out over the horizon. The fighting died down just as quickly as it had started, a mere dispute, and Sparrow was left flicking her tail against her haunches in a constant nervous rhythm, ears lowered half-way against her skull and eyes wide. She didn't know what to do, honestly. She wanted a herd desperately, but the idea of going out on her own to find an unknown stallion was terrifying to the shy, skittish young mare. So, she resigned herself to just sit and wait for someone to stumble across her, instead.
