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[lynettetan1]

Diamond in the Rough (NPC)

If you kept your head low, counted your losses and shot forth to grab at opportunities when they presented themselves, it was possible to lose the fight but not the war. It was some sort of a personal philosophy of Dia's. So far, it seemed to have turned out average.

In some ways, it was a definite plus. In the lands of Valhalla, where the Kings lorded over the land and shared territory amongst themselves, one had to be one of the very best to even have a single mare, let alone a substantial herd. In this land, Dia had grown to be quite the earl, with a well rounded frame and lots of strength and speed. Perhaps he could gain a lone Valkyrie, or even charm a maiden right out the Kings' powerful hooves.

But still, he had nothing. He refused to let that bring him down and make him careless, that would really mean the end of him. Being unrelated to any of the Kings, he couldn't hope for any mercy, so he always had to be on his toes.

As he wandered between the border of Hnitbjorg and Idavoll, however, the pert scent of heat entered his nostrils. Curious but cautious, Dia slowly picked his way over. The scent was the coagulated king that meant it belonged to one in a herd, but that hadn't stopped him before. Kings had many mares, and it was hard to keep your eyes on every single one, after all.

It was a curious but fortunate sight that greeted his eyes. A young maiden, her coat a stunning leopard Appaloosa, and quite clearly out of breath. Her heat scent was clear and pungent, her ears pinned firmly and eyes blown wide with fear. However, she did not startle into a run, nor call out. Was she alone? Her scent hinted at Jotunheim, but Dia did not see the large herd anywhere nearby, and they weren't easy to miss.

Acting quickly on this unforeseen opportunity, Dia knew he needed to act fast. If other horses saw the maiden and snatched her from him, he would hate it.

Striding toward her, he effectively trapped the maiden between himself and the caves and water. Should she try to run, it would be through the water, and that would be too slow to stop anyone. He didn't think words would work with how afraid this mare was, and as such, he simply grabbed her roughly at the withers, claiming her as his and leaving no room for protest. He had no time for that.

(Fade?)

[Queen Lapis]

Mjölnir
5||Earl||Foaless||Mateless||Mentions: None|| Tags: Hauker and Astrid
Mjonir stumbled back, Haukr’s hooves having struck him square in the chest. After a moment, he regained his balance and stared down at his chest. Two small bloodied crescents were obvious against Mjolnir’s white and chestnut fur. They hardly dug into his chest enough to cause major injury, but they had pierced his skin.

Mjolnir’s blood had still been shed.

A new sense of rage overtook Mjolnir. Rarely did he bleed. But when he bled, he was not happy.

Mjolnir charged at Haukr, enraged. He was past words this point. With a powerful snort, he reared up and struck Haukr in his head with his forehooves. It wasn’t a pretty scene, but it was what Mjolnir wanted.

A fight.
A mare.
A death.


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Vira
2||Maiden||Gestating || Foalless || Mateless ||Mentions: None || Tags: Dia
Vira retreated backwards, away from the Earl. He only continued to approach, forcing Vira into hock-high water. Freezing waters stung her feet, and rushing tides almost swept her hooves from beneath her. Vira quickly clambered out of the water, continuing to stare Dia in his possessive, determined eyes.

Vira made an attempt to run East, then North, but Dia blocked her every time. He once again forced her back to the river. Vira glared unsurely at Dia, then back at the water Between risking death and being covered by the Earl, it was an obvious choice. To Vira at least.

But before she could leap into the river, she felt a sharp pain in her withers: Dia had grabbed her there. Vira sighed and instinctively turned to present her backside to the Earl.

Then she simply stood still, and let it happen….


(Fade)

Vira could feel her sensation of heat begin to subside. Tears silently rolled down her flushed cheeks. As Dia left her be, Vira fell onto her forehooves.

Only now was it noticeable how weak Vira appeared. The ridges of her ribs were obvious beneath her beautiful coat. Her legs lacked the large and rippling muscles daughters of Phantom tended to have (her light weight being the main reason she run fast). Her dainty frame shook in the wind of the fall, as if she were the last brittle leaf on a tree before winter.

Any other ordinary maiden would have already climbed to her hooves and gone to nuzzle Dia on his cheek, but Vira only stayed there. Tears covered her face and her body shook from both fear and frailty. The last thing any horse would guess was that she would survive to labor a foal.

Vira was so feeble, helpless, and sickly….

She was weak.


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[na'vi.]

ＣＩＴＡＤＥＬ ──x❝when the world says, "give up." hope whispers, "try it one more time."❞
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◀ ❰ Alfheim Valkyrie ❱ ❰ mustang x morigan ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 7½ ❱ ❰ foals: Dream. 3 stillborn. ❱ ❰ status: nursing ❱ ❰ location: Franang's Falls ❱ ❰ tags: Dream ❱ ❰ mentions: herd ❱▶
Cita had ceased her grooming to watch the petite filly rise to her hooves unsteadily. Pure pride broke through her chest and she let out soft whuffs of encouragement, only continuing her fervent grooming of her newborn shortly after. Twas a strange dance happening between the two, Cita, a newly made mother determined to clean her foal's cremello pelt and Dream, a voraciously hungry newborn. As her daughter fell to her rump she couldn't help the soft hum of amusement that left her body, followed by a surprisingly loud whinny towards Dream, mimicking her own filly's whinny protest with light heartedness. She hadn't intended for it to be as loud as it was, but theres no taking that back now.

With the vocalization and declaration Dream had made of her hunger Citadel stamped out the urge to continue licking and grooming the filly and instead nuzzled her rump, pushing her upwards gently. Her motions were followed by soft whinnies, encouraging Dream to try once more. Citadel's head rose once more to peer over the dense foliage that camouflaged them, she could see the herd and Titan moving through it towards Thera. He didn't seem at all interested in the strange mare and that seemed to calm her inner nerves and she turned to Dream once more. "Upwards my sweet, there is a meal to be had waiting for you." She cooed, her ears perking forwards as she nudged Dream's rump a final time. Her movements though gentle held purpose. To get her youngster up and nursing, a spark of excitement lit in Cita's belly. Dream would be the only foal she'd have ever nursed, her first living foal. It was as if Cita was in disbelief, she couldn't take her eyes off her little filly in fear that she'd disappear before her eyes. She hoped Titan would love her just as much as Cita did, their first successful foal together, and her dream.

ＦＯＲＳＥＴＩ ──x❝i still believe in you.❞
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◀ ❰ jotunheim maiden ❱ ❰ gypsy vanner ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 2.7 years❱ ❰ foals: none ❱ ❰ status: 2nd stage ❱ ❰ location: hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ tags: Signe & the Colts ❱ ❰ mentions: Phantom, Vira. ❱▶
At her fathers ushering of her to near the two new foals she happily obliged, nuzzling him before he was keen to round up the rest of the herd. Forseti approached Signe and her newborns gently, whinnying to the mare to convey she meant no harm, "Oh they are beautiful Signe. Have you named them yet?" She quired softly, ears perking to the Valkyrie. It was no sooner had the herd started their journey to the falls that Vira, her half-sister had streamed past the back end of the herd which caused Forseti to flatten her ears with distaste. "Watch it!" She hissed out, her stance pivoted so that Signe and the two colts were behind her massive frame, ears slicked back into her long mane. How dare her half-sibling act so recklessly? Right after the Hnitbjorg mare had just offered their help and the arrival of two new foals into the herd.

It made Forseti's blood boil but she turned towards Signe, Otabek, and Vidar with a disgruntled snort. Happy to see they remained unharmed she watched Phantom stream after Vira and the herd come to a standstill, unsure of what to do since their King had abruptly left.

ＶＡＮＩＲ ──x❝patience is the companion of wisdom.❞
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◀ ❰ hnitbjorg valkyrie ❱ ❰ mustang ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 6 ❱ ❰ foals: Gersemi & Frigg ❱ ❰ status: nursing ❱ ❰ location: Hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ tags: (fillies), Bjorn, Hnitbjorg herd. Open ❱ ❰ mentions: Winter, Rhae. ❱▶
Vanir's muscles and skin rippled under the touch to her withers and her raised her head, eyes barely parted open to meet his gaze. His words seemingly floated around her ears but her gaze remained on a mare just past him who once more spoke of Frigg's gaze. The mare herself had blue eyes, they were beautiful but Frigg's were something else entirely. Stomping one of her hooves into the soaked ground beneath her to rid her leg of the insects she blatantly eyed Bjorn up and down. "Only your mare is to be around either of them. I appreciate you extending your offer to house us for the time being but I still don't know who you truly are Ironborn. I have yet to learn if I can trust you around my young fillies, given your previous...display." She replied, adjusting her stance to better hide Gersemi, who had slunk behind her after giving out a panicky and feared whinny at his very presence. Her tone wasn't threatening or even bitter but wary. She watched though as Frigg stopped nursing and tottled towards him, her muscles tensed as her youngster neared him but she watched, mystified.

Before her very eyes her blind filly had ventured towards the stallion and rubbed her face along his chest. Growing uncomfortable with the closeness she reached forwards, using her large head to hook over the shoulders of Frigg and guide her back to her side. Her gaze narrowed at him and she relented, "If either of them take a liking to you when I'm not awake you better swear to the Gods you'll help them." She called to him before he turned to attend to one of his more feisty mares, the emphasis she put on the word them clearly meant Frigg. Once the stallion had left she swung her head around, licking at Gersemi's croup gently, before the filly took off to run amuck. Soft whuffs could be heard from the mare and she lowered her head to pluck at the small and scarce shoots of grass under her frame. Her head raised ever so slightly to watch Gersemi run and buck about oblivious to the tension in their current situation. She'd not ruin her filly's fun. A soft nip at the fatty bit of her shoulder drew her attention to Frigg who remained tucked closely to her side.

Vanir nibbled at her filly's forelock with softly whickers of affection towards her. It was already apparent who would be the feistier of the two, Gersemi, whereas Frigg would likely stick to the sides of Vanir and whomever else she felt comfortable with, which so far seemed to be Bjorn, ironic as it was. She nudged Frigg forward gently, ahead of her and unknowing closer to Winter. Vanir busied herself with mindless grazing, she get a move on once the rest of Bjorn's herd did aswell. Perhaps get a chance to converse with him and pick his brain as to why exactly he had spared her fillies and what he meant exactly by 'marked'. Her tail flicked to her hocks, shooing away various gnats and small insects that dared to bother she and Frigg.

ＧＥＲＳＥＭＩ ──x❝chin up princess, or the crown slips.❞
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◀ ❰ hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ mustang x APH ❱ ❰ foal ❱ ❰ newborn ❱ ❰ dam: vanir ❱ ❰ location: hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ tags: (Vanir) open ❱ ▶
Having had her fill of Vanir's milk the little filly separated herself from her mother but let out a shrill whinny of sorts as Bjorn neared, instantly ducking behind her mother. It hadn't been Frigg after all that the stallion launched his attack on, it was her. Even in her young age the traumatic moment was already engraved upon her young mind, and she feared the stallion deeply. She watched as her smaller sibling approached him and just as her mother pulled Frigg away had Gersemi lashed out with her front hooves, the slammed down making tiny prints into the soft soil but her nostrils flared at Bjorn in a feisty manner. No sooner had she lashed out than he walked away and her little chest puffed out with a sense of pride.

She had just been born perhaps a few hours ago and already chased off a stallion. She gave an excited little kick, a grunt soon following as she kicked up her heels. Running amuck around her mother and Frigg. The lighter colored painted foal had her head raised as she tossed about playfully. It seemed that playing by yourself was an art that she had already perfected.

ＦＲＩＧＧ ──x❝kindness is a gift everyone can afford to give.❞
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◀ ❰ hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ mustang x APH ❱ ❰ foal ❱ ❰ newborn ❱ ❰ dam: vanir ❱ ❰ other: blind ❱ ❰ location: hnitbjorg ❱ ❰ tags: (Vanir & Gersemi) Bjorn, open ❱ ▶
No sooner had Frigg been done suckling than she had heard the heavy steps of another horse approach. The little filly turned around sharply, standing against her mothers shoulder, eyes peering up blindly. For her she knew no better than lacking sight, she knew not of what she couldn't see yet and felt she was complete. As far as she knew so far, blackness was the normal. Still though, she could tell by her mothers tone and the deeper, rumbly voice of their newest company that the equine before them was in fact a male.

Her mother's harsh words to this stranger seemed to go in one ear and out the other as Frigg stumbled forward, she was tiny and her footing still unsure. As the scent before her grew stronger she reach out, pleasantly surprised to find a wall of warm yet soft muscle by her head. Taking the last few steps nearer she nuzzled into the stallion's chest with soft grunts. It would appear as if her nuzzling had slowly changed into that of using Bjorn as a certifiable itching post. She rubbed her face down his chest with happy grunts as she itched her face. Only when Vanir had pulled her back did she stop and retreat to her mother's side obediently.

Upon hearing her beloved scratch post leave she let out a whinny towards the direction in which the sounds of hooves fled. Once again alone with her mother and overly playful sister Frigg settled and nipped at her mother's shoulder, demanding attention. The movement of her forelock and soft whuffs them emitted from her dam ad proved her demand was met, and successful. Satisfied with her own small victory she stood idly by Vanir, moving when she did and letting out small sounds which equated to nonsense ever so often.

[unnamed]

Ｔ Ｉ Ｔ Ａ Ｎ ！ ！
alfheim king . eleven years . stallion . tags: citadel, thera . location: franang's falls

The further away they moved from this mare the more relaxed Titan became, it wasn't until they were opposite the Falls from her that he even considered the possibility of any of his mares spreading out. Whatever the hell was going on in Valhalla lately was beginning to upset his gentle balance; he desired nothing more than for the once mundane existence they often had to return. It was in this moment the ebony king decided that when they reached Alfheim he'd copy Bjorn's way of life and commit to being a hermit as long as possible before he was forced to venture out again. It sounded like a perfect plan, allow everyone to recoup and the young foal who accompanied the fiery mare to heal and regain her strength. A deep sigh of content left the stallion, his visions of solitude had momentarily eased his mind. Of course he doubted it would be long before other kings and earls arrival set his nerves back on fire.

With caution and worry in his eyes he watched Cita waddle away from him and the herd and disappear into a small patch of tall brush. Undoubtedly it was a safe spot for her, she was hidden from sight in case anything happened but with how heavy her belly hung he was concerned whether this pregnancy would end early. If she was alone she'd break down and the last thing he wanted was to see her feeling so alone in such a troubling time. Nonetheless he recalled the lively mare she had once been and assured himself that if something happened she would be strong enough to ease her mind if just for a brief moment. As he'd always been he would be there to ease her suffering as best he could. Oh, his poor little Cita. Gifted so by the gods for her beauty, grace, and wisdom yet cursed by them and their often times cruel doings.

The unknown mare's heat smell was quickly masked by his own Thera's in the distance and with his attention no longer pulled in several different directions the king turned towards his lead mare with a determined walk. As he approached he nickered to Heidi and Ingrid softly, "My dear daughters, go tussle among the water for a few moments. I need to speak with Thera." Titan had long ago mastered the art of gently commanding his daughters, it had never been a secret within Valhalla that the king valued his daughters highly. His sons were often forced to grow up as he had, with little attention and frequent actions that Titan intended to toughen them up. Daughters were a much different story. He dotted on them frequently and only ever sought out the best for them. He showed them off with pride and joy like they were gifts from the Gods themselves. This explained why he was always so gentle with them even when he felt the need to be assertive.

He awaited the two filly's departure before turning his attention back to Thera and gently nuzzling her neck, "I feel with how much has happened recently you feel your affections must be found elsewhere." It was spoken quietly, an admittance to his own distracted and neglectful ways the past days as opposed to any form of an accusation towards her. "And I must assure you as long as breaths still leave my body you'll never need to do so, you'll always have my deepest affections Northern Quiver," it wasn't often that he used her true name. They had grown so familiar with each other that such formalities were often discarded so for him to say such things was his own form of asking forgiveness. As he had spoken his muzzle had moved gently from her neck, down her side, and to her croup where he had gently lipped her once again in a clear declaration of what he sought. The smell of her heat had been apparent long enough and he imagined she was caused a bit of discomfort by it. The sooner it was taken care of the better, both for herself and the herd's overall safety. (Fade?)

As soon as Titan's mind had fully found its peace there was a break in the silence, hooves beating against the ground only for a leopard appaloosa to suddenly dive into the water of the falls and move towards it base. His heavy head swung to look at Thera before he mumbled, "I don't believe this herd will ever see another peaceful day." It was clear the king was irritated by the multiple intruders who were surrounding the falls. He desired a peaceful time with his herd, apparently he wouldn't be getting it. It wasn't long after the mare's appearance that an earl followed suit, likely drawn by the many signs of mares in heat. Titan's body became rigid and without warning he was pacing in front of the herd, creating a clear separation even though the earl was clearly seeking the sickly looking mare, who Titan now recognized as one of Phantom's daughters, and moving into the falls. This eased him a little and he was able to turn his attention back to his herd.

It wasn't until a loud whinny split the air that his attention refocused, he recognized it as Cita and the stallion quickly moved towards the dense brush, pausing a few steps away from it. He hesitated before calling out, worry overcoming him at what could possibly be in there. What if something terrible had happened? What if Cita had lost yet another foal? Gently he called out to her with a soft whinny, hoping to coax the valkyrie from her hiding place.

ＡＳＴＲＩＤ ！ ！
jotunheim maiden . two years . mare . tags: haukr, mjolnir . location: hnjtiborg

Never in her life had Astrid thought such a fuss could be caused over her. She'd never been blind to her beauty but she always assumed nothing like this happened unless mares asked for it. She hadn't done such a thing? Had she? Certainly not! She was a humble mare who never boasted of her capabilities or her beauty. She granted others insight into their own gifts but never asked for such to be done to her! And yet here she was, her fickle moment of bravery gone as the two earls suddenly clashed against each other in battle. Quickly she scrambled backwards and her legs burned to turn and run. The trouble was with most bad things you couldn't turn and look away; common sense told her to move but something kept her still, legs splayed outwards and ready to bolt at the first true sign of trouble for her. For now the two seemed evenly matched, she only hoped that her body would listen to her should the fight go in a direction that wasn't favorable towards her.

As the talking ceased and Mjolnir charged powerfully towards Haukr a deep concern began forming in the pit of her stomach. She had no reason to worry over Haukr but he had seemed genuine in her concern for her and not like Mjolnir who reeked of ulterior motive. What should happen if Mjorlnir, who she recognized as the older of the two, came out victorious? She'd surely bolt and run as quickly as she could to avoid the stallion but that could mean Haukr could die if he was left alone. She forced herself to remember what Valhalla was about, self-perseverance. She couldn't worry about another horse if it meant her own life would be spared. It was a clever distraction but already she could feel the guilt in her shine brightly. A panicked whinny escaped the young maiden as Mjolnir's hooves came down upon Haukr. She'd never seen a horse die before and the thought of seeing it now was making her stomach twist into knots. What if one did die?

[lynettetan1]

Midnight's Mirage
Tagged: Primrose, Signe, Forseti
Mentioned: Vira

When Prim answered with a smile, Phantom felt his heart ease a little more. He had been greatly worried for her. Like him, she came from a foreign land and didn't have these Gods the horses believed so strongly in to hold their own spirits up, so Phantom didn't ever want to make her feel like she was alone. He nuzzled her gently, lipping at her with affection.

(Fade)

With yet another sharp quip, Vira was off and running again. Phantom pinned his ears, before letting out a loud sigh. Let her run. Though he ached to move after her once more, the fact of the matter was that they were in neutral territory and not Jotunheim. Should he run after, there might be predators, and with herd missing members and with new foals, he wouldn't allow himself that type of foolishness. Perhaps it was calculating, but Phantom was never a horse ruled by emotion. He knew his emotions, and tried to live by them to the best of his ability, but at the end of the day he would take the path that went in line with his responsibilities. After all, he was no earl that could just dash after anyone that he wanted to. He was a King, and his commitment was to his herd.

Hoping that she somehow found Astrid or at the very least a nice earl that she would not have minded either way, Phantom shook his head, looking at his herd. "Just keep moving. It would be too difficult to go after someone who does not wish to stay." He only hoped that she didn't run helter skelter into Hnitbjorg, or worse, Oydis and Bjorn. That would definitely sow some bad blood between himself and the others.

At least, as of right now, his valkyries were in no immediate danger. Prim and Eliza were covered (hoooo boy), and Signe had just foaled. Whilst foal heat tended to come quite rapidly, the mares had to recover first, so it wouldn't be happening any time today. Whilst he was still loathe to leave, Phantom remembered Bjorn's and Oydis' individual promises to look for his herd mates. He would just have to trust them, it seemed.

As he moved with a heavy heart over Vira's actions, Phantom couldn't help but overhear Forseti's question to Signe, and his ears perked curiously, wishing to know if the foals had names too. With all four of his daughters leaving him this year, the king was sure to be more than a little lonely, and he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't appreciate some new life in the herd, though they were vulnerable. As of now, he didn't quite approach them, not wanting them to be intimidated, letting them come to him on their own terms. At the same time, however, he did stand nearby, letting them get used to his scent. That way, if any trouble happened, he would smell familiar enough to gain their trust quickly. With his age, Phantom was an experienced enough parent, as his many children were a testament to.

As they moved, he nudged Signe a little with a friendly whicker, praising her gently in his own way for the birth of a healthy foal and in finding another. Though other stallions might react negatively toward a foal that was not of their lineage, Phantom was quite open toward foals, not in the least because they were cute but more because he knew that every horse that grew helped enrich the land in some sort of way, and just mindlessly killing out one's competition meant less new opportunities in total for any one horse.

Northern Quiver
Tagged: Titan
Mentions: Alfheim herd

The heavy hoofbeats were unmistakeable, as was the soft but firm tone of Titan's voice. As Titan called the two maidens away, Thera looked up curiously. Was he going to continue on his previous tangent and reprimand her once more? Still, her knowledge of having done nothing wrong kept the mare strong, and when he leaned down to nuzzle her gently, she let out an affectionate whicker, nosing him warmly. At his words, Thera couldn't help but feel any indignation melt away. It wasn't like she had disliked him in any way or form, after all, only felt a little stifled.

Whickering gently, she lipped teasingly at his forelock. "And you have mine, my King." Though her curiosity lead her down unconventional paths, Thera did genuinely enjoy Titan's company, and she was quite loyal to him, in every sense of the word. She knew that he was implicitly apologising, and with a warm smile accepted his apology. As he lipped at her in turn, Thera simply swished her tail out the way agreeably. She had wanted her heat scent gone for a long time now, just that she hadn't wanted to do anything whilst they were in another's territory.

(Fade)

With that out the way, Thera nosed him gently, relief in her movements as she reached up to groom his mane. She was a horse that was definitely on the smaller side, and though she did not carry her foals heavy, Titan's foals often did cause her a bit of trouble, being as large as they were, both physically and in character. Still, Thera would be lying if she said that didn't make her life a little more interesting.

As Phantom's daughter, a weaker one of twins that he'd had two years ago, plunged into the water, followed by an earl, Thera allowed her ear to swivel toward Titan at his words, before she let out a small chuckle. "Probably not, for a while yet. But some types of disruption, I think you purposely seek out." With a pointed look at Mazi, Thera did not hesitate to make clear exactly who she meant, though the both of them knew the comment was not meant maliciously. Thera knew Titan well enough to know that he loved those types of mares, and even as he moved in front of her to make a physical barrier between her and the new earl, she knew that reminding him of the new prize he'd gotten would definitely improve the King's mood.

As he tensed in at the loud whinny, however, Thera nudged him once more, less to get his attention but more in comfort. All the same, she knew her words would not comfort him as much as seeing the other's foal, so she did not speak, just stayed by him. Cita would bring her young one over when the time was right.

A City's Dream
Tagged: Citadel
Mentions: The herd

When her mother whinnied back warmly, Dream fell silent, ears pricked forward in curiosity, simply absorbing the sound. She tried to mimic it once more, letting out a soft, warbling grunt, but stopped as Cita nudged at her rump, getting her to stand once more. Struggling with her long legs, Dream somehow managed to force herself into some semblance of standing, before moving toward where Cita pushed her, encouraged by the smell of milk.

It was a slow, unsteady process, but Dream persisted, a ear kept trained on Cita's voice, her ear swivelling at the sound as if trying to hear it over and over. As Cita spoke, Dream let out another gurgle, but latched on, now more focused on the scent of milk. As the taste of the warm substance finally touched her lips, Dream wagged her tail happily, suckling with vigour as she filled her hungry stomach. It was exactly what she had wanted, and as she stumbled forward in an urgent need to get closer, she let out more soft grunts, nudging her muzzle into Cita as she suckled voraciously, happy to finally have something to fill her stomach.

Diamond in the Rough (NPC)
Tagged: VIra
Mentions: Titan's herd

(fade)

Without a word, the mare crumbled, sides heaving. Knowing that he needed to let her catch her breath, Dia grazed almost nonchalantly, the aggression gone from his body and now a mildly protective stance to his behaviour. There was no need to rush now, after all. She was hers and he would treat her as such.

After a few moments though, the mare was still shaking. Curious, Dia moved forward, letting out a curious whuff so she knew that he wasn't planning to hurt her. "Did you fall or something?"

As he looked her over, it was obvious to see that she was ridiculously thin and frail. Though her coat was utterly beautiful, she seemed to have a thin frame through which she drew shuddering breaths, but through her scent she had no noticable injuries. What exactly had this horse suffered from?

Frowning, Dia nudged her, not quite sure what was going on. Was she just naturally weak? Being an earl was tough in valhalla. He couldn't have a mare that wouldn't be able to keep up. Hoping that she regained her strength soon, Dia simply stood by Vira, watching over her.

Then, a scent. As Dia caught the scent of a bunch of different horses, he looked up. In the distance stood the herd of Alfheim, the black king Titan standing before his herd, an imposing physical barrier. He spoke no words and made no movements, but the lines of his body made the message obvious: You are not welcome here.

Taking a step back, Dia bobbed his head agreeably. With the other stallion's larger size and how much older the other King was, Dia would not be able to win a fight, and so he knew better than to assert the fact that anyone could technically stay in this territory. Instead, he pawed heavily by Vira's head to catch the maiden's attention without looking away from the larger stallion.

"It is time to take our leave. If you can't keep up, I can't guarantee your safety." With those words, he turned and started moving, albeit slowly, further away from the black king. He did want to keep this mare, but if she could not even follow, then he would he hard pressed to keep her anyway.

[Queen Lapis]

Vira
2||Maiden||Gestating || Foalless || Mateless ||Mentions: Titan's Herd || Tags: Dia
After a long moment, Vira finally managed to force herself to sit upright. Though the scent of Titan was plainly obvious to Vira and Dia, Vira seemed in no hurry at all. She only pushed her aching body high enough to lock eyes with Dia. Though her body was wounded and weak, her fiery spirit seemed no dimmer than before.

At last she spoke her first words to Dia through shuddering breaths. But an untinted confidence still resided in her voice.

“I hope the Kings find you! I hope they stain Valhalla with your blood! Don’t think I love you. Don’t think I will be your wife. Don’t think you own me, because I carry your foal. Run from the Kings, and race from the god’s wrath! Even my father could not run so fast. Be a coward. Leave this mare be. Think not that she nor others will follow you, and continue your treacherous bloodline…”

Vira then collapsed once more, out of breath from her words. But she continued to glare at Dia daringly. From the corner of her eye, she could see Titan’s herd making its way to the falls.

It wouldn’t be too great for Dia, when they arrived.

But for Vira, a daughter from a rival king, the unwilling wife of a despicable Earl, and forced mother of a foal be any different?
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◀ ❰ Alfheim Valkyrie ❱ ❰ mustang x morigan ❱ ❰ mare ❱ ❰ 7½ ❱ ❰ foals: Dream. 3 stillborn. ❱ ❰ status: nursing ❱ ❰ location: Franang's Falls ❱ ❰ tags: Dream ❱ ❰ mentions: herd, Titan, Thera ❱▶
A whuff of amusement came from Citadel as Dream tried to replicate her own whinny. With time her little one would get the hang of it, and soon enough she'd be able to whinny and converse to her hearts desire. Citadel watched Dream get to her hooves and stood still, nudging her daughter ever closer to her teat. Letting out a surprised squeal as Dream latched with a certain ferocity that she hadn't previously expected, then again, who could blame her for the reaction? Three times prior to Dream she'd have to live a week or so in discomfort at the swollen and achy pains of not having a foal to suckle before her milk had dried up once more and life seemingly went back to her normal. Citadel kept her gaze on Dream, standing still so her filly could take her fill. She lowered her head, licking affectionately at Dream's croup and dock before Titan's soft call caught her attention.

He must have heard her whinny to Dream. Pulling away from the preening of her filly she lashed her tail at her hocks, and her ears perked atop the crown of her head. Reaching to her side she nudged Dreams flank, cutting off the filly for the moment being. The action served many purposes. Citadel's milk hadn't come in enough to support large meals yet, an early birth had meant her body came ill-prepared in the milk section of things. Dream's suckling would catapult her milk production but for the time being she didn't want her daughter to quite literally nurse her dry. Plus Dream couldn't suckle while walking, though Cita didn't doubt that Dream would try at some point. She had seen many foals try various and, she must admit, creative ways to suckle whenever they desired. "Easy little one, it won't go anywhere." She chuckled, lipping at her fuzzy mane, "Let's go Dream, I think someone very important would like to meet you." She cooed, circling around her filly and licking at a few spots she had missed prior. Citadel didn't care of the own mess that coated her hindlegs and stained her cremello pelt and white tail. Her pride had changed targets, to her filly.

As walked forward, her pace slow so Dream could keep pace. She chose the clearest patch out of the brush, the one she had taken in. The branches and long fronds of vegetation where already flattened down from her deliberate entrance into it. As she neared the edge of it she stilled, extending her head so her pink nose stuck out from the dense thicket. Taking another step forward her front half was now out of the greenery and her head swiveled, gaze locking onto Titan whom beside him stood Thera. Citadel thought highly of the mare and trusted her but an urge to protect her filly clouded her thoughts, making her slightly irrational. She wanted Titan to meet Dream first, and preferably alone. Her gaze flicked somewhat nervously between the two and she nickered out to Titan, stepping forward and pivoting her body so she faced the stallion, of whom was still a few feet away from her. She turned her head to peer into the greenery and she nickered to Dream softly, following it up with encouraging whuffs. "Come little one." Her voice was soft as she spoke to the filly and she turned once more to face her King, Thera, and the herd.

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( hnitbjorg king ) ( 14 ) ( stallion ) ( tags: his herd, phantom) ( location: hnitbjorg )

"No she is not my mare, she belongs to the occupier of Alfheim; Titan," Bjorn informed Vanir just as the two mares connected to say their goodbyes. He could see a friendship starting between them and Bjorn let a hoof crack against the ground. Thera and her cheeky attitude could fool anyone into thinking she was far younger than her legitimate age. When she added that it was unfortunate, Bjorn was aware she spoke of her desire to know Vanir further but he couldn't help but think of if she resided in Hnitbjorg. A handful indeed though he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't like her. She would not come to live in his family but he hoped Vanir wasn't the only friendship Thera had the potential of making. Her brash words were a counter to his own yet they provided an insight he appreciated. Bjorn was just thinking such things when Thera repeated his insult of 'plebeian king' to strike back at him once more and he again felt the need to nip her. What a complex way she made him feel.

Back with his mares he let them fuss over his return. He greeted Gull and Lark with gentle whuffs and nickers. Lark seemed far more observant than he had initially thought and he perked his ears - ever interested in the deaf mare. He was beginning to detect her lack of hearing and while this would prove a challenge, Bjorn was confident in his abilities as a protector, even in lands like Hnitbjorg where every trail was dangerous. He knew he had not actually asked her whether she wanted to stay and so he crept forward, running his muzzled along the centre of her rump to the base of her dock. It was gentle romance, an attempt to show her that he wanted her. Bjorn was not shy in his affections, he would not dance around the subject. Should she accept him then he would be sure to show his attraction.

He could hear a nicker from the side and turned his head to see Rhae calling him over. He was delighted to see that Vanir seemed to have shuffled closer to the older mare though he spotted exhaustion on the new horse's face. Giving Lark one more touch of comfort he walked towards his eldest. Atreus again caught his attention and a quiet whinny in the back of his throat erupted to greet both mother and son. Rhaenys spoke with an enchanting softness to her voice, much like Winter. She was not loud but her tone could have anyone listening with total devotion. Her words, while reasonable, went against his anti-social nature, something she surely knew. "I understand. I should like to adhere to the comforts of my family," he reluctantly agreed. They could stay near the far side of the falls away from Alfheim and the dangers of the rushing waters. The deafening roars stopped Bjorn from hearing any oncoming danger and he didn't like the idea of his foals playing near where the waters crashed down. He could see Atreus listening quietly and Bjorn flitted his eyes to the twin fillies who were very near.

"Stormborn, you stick close to your mother and when we arrive you can perhaps play with your new herdmates, Gersemi and Frigg," he spoke of reward if Atreus was obedient to his mother and it also allowed him to open conversation with Vanir. "Rhaenys, I can trust our new member to be safe with you? I think it should be nice to confide in one another. Once I've spoken to Vanir you can start leading the herd that way. I have a feeling Oydis wants my attention." That said, he found himself lowering his head to graze his lips over Vanir's shoulder to rouse her. She looked dead asleep and he could see she was fatigued. "There are Falls near here. Hold onto your strength to make it there and then you can rest. Rhae is trustworthy and will watch your daughters, as will I." Glancing down at the nursing fillies, a rumble of laughter reverberated from his belly as he saw their wagging tails. From just within ear shot he could hear Oydis giving Phantom and earful and he was forced to change his attention into that direction. While he was confident Oydis could probably fight off any stallion, king or not, he was protective of her and made sure that when she spun around to return to him, Phantom was not following. The Jotunheim king spoke of his missing mares. While Bjorn didn't disagree with letting the mares wander, especially if they were maidens, he heard that Eliza was absent.

He let Oydis comment briefly on Vanir's situation and used the moment to take a few steps towards the other king. "Travel your herd to the Falls. I will help you find Elizabeth if she has not returned by then." Leaving it at that, Bjorn was more or less enraptured as soon as Oydis came into his vicinity. He was always immensely proud when his mares spoke of the gods and their loyalty. Even just to thank them was something Bjorn praised them for. As she mentioned Thor, Bjorn was basically putty in her hands(hooves?). He moved to greet her and quite quickly noticed her change in attitude. Her smell was pungent and she was making no effort to hide it as she had her lips running over his body, sending electricity bolting up his spine. He reacted with a playful and heavily flirtatious nip to her flank, his nose pressing to the inner flesh beside her dock. Bjorn lifted himself easily, hooking a leg over her body. He did this for only a moment, knowing that Oydis would pick when she wanted to accept him on top, letting all four of his hooves hit the ground shortly after he'd jumped on her. He was clearly insinuating that he wanted to help her out and circled around the mare again, "perhaps you'd like a little more privacy, Sydney?" he rarely used her pet name, only in the most intimate of moments or when he felt it would add extra importance.

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( alfheim descendant ) ( 3 ) ( mare ) ( tags: irmela, thera, ingrid, citadel) ( location: franang's falls)

Heidi soaked in her mother's comment about the status of the unknown mare. Whilst she was beautiful she seemed to radiate trouble and Titan had noticed this considering he had his family move away from her and to a safe side of the Falls. Heidi took a glance at Mazikeen who looked like a steaming freight train all the time and was happy that they would only have to deal with one troublesome stranger for the day. She also noticed the electricity between Mazikeen and her own mother, making Heidi stomp a hoof a little defiantly towards the seal bay's attitude. Heidi did not like others threatening the dominance of her dam as it jeopardised Heidi's own ranking in the herd. She was the daughter of a king and the leading mare - whether Thera had been titled that officially or not.

From behind them, Citadel had waddled off looking as cute as a mother could be with her rotund belly. Heidi felt a surge of excitement for the foaling both because she would obtain a sibling and because the filly longed for it herself. She recalled Cita's compliment which had the black mare glowing. She was a kind character indeed but it wasn't often that particular praise was laid onto her. Praying alongside Thera's comment of the Vanir, Heidi wished Citadel luck with her offspring. Not long after that, her half sister appeared; Ingrid. The maiden was one of Heidi's best friends and once Ingrid had greeted Thera, Heidi energetically bobbed over to her sibling and arched her neck playfully. She had only a moment to do this before her looming father appeared. As loving as ever, he ushered them away and Heidi knew better than to linger. "Come run with me," she suggested to Ingrid, knowing that her sister was as free spirited as her. While Heidi was a sucker for attention, Ingrid was more self-sufficient. The ebony filly understood order and could be persuaded to heel whereas Ingrid would speak her mind eloquently and without falter. Despite their opposite ways of operating, they were still strikingly similar in their intelligence and independence.

Prancing away she caught her second closest companion, Irmela, looking at the strange mare just as Heidi had been before. "Come race with us, Irmela?" she asked her grulla sister, giving her a nudge on the rump. All three had completely different appearances with Irmela's variations being the most prominent. She was slightly more sturdy in build compared to the slender gaits of Ingrid and Heidi herself. Heidi had been the only to inherit Titan's pelt but it was still obvious from their natures that all three had grown under the king's influence.

With her place in Jotunheim almost certain, Heidi wanted to relax with her sisters before she left them. Oh, how she dreaded to part from them. The three were an almost inseparable unit and Heidi recalled their joint day dreams of raising young together. No matter what herds they ended up in, the three sisters would most certainly reunite when joyous moments such as birth came about. Irmela was the reserved, thoughtful sister, Ingrid the spark and scout and Heidi the leading force. "Do you think you will join one of the kings?" she asked as they roamed a little from the herd to a more spacious patch. The waterfall masked conversation so none could eavesdrop (also so Heidi didn't need to hear her parents getting it on). "I always did like that bachelor Viggo but I have not seen him for so long and Pa seems in agreement that Phantom is suitable," she admitted in the security of her siblings, legs shifting constantly with pent up energy. This horse was made to run.

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( jotunheim valkyrie ) ( 4 ) ( mare ) ( tags: stjerne, ylva, sammael[phantom]) ( location: hnitbjorg ) ( in gestation )

Eliza was still listening to Sammael's words when the mare Ylva seemed to find her voice. She unleashed a flurry of sharp words onto Stjerne and with each syllabel Eliza wondered how she had the courage to say as such. Quietly, the champagne mare appreciated this stranger coming to her defense. It was terribly hard not to like both Sammael and Ylva when they were nothing but kind and protective of her. Eliza wondered that if the circumstances had been different, she might have found a home among them... Shaking her mane, she banished such thoughts, feeling guilty for even conjuring them up in the first place. She had a loyalty to Phantom that she refused to tarnish. Beside her, Ylva denied Stjerne entry into the herd as well as informed Eliza that she knew her way to the Falls. This came as a relief to her as she could return to her king shortly. However, leaving Stjerne behind would mean she would have to inform the Jotunheim ruler that she had failed to bring her back.

Flicking her ears back in forth in strained contemplation, Sammael compromised in saying they could head to the falls. He was right when he added that most of the others would be heading there. "If you intend to go you should be prepared to battle. Earls are not often allowed to maintain family," she reminded softly, looking between Ylva and the great stallion. She saw them suitable for each other and despite their brief encounter - wanted to connect further. It would be a shame to see them split or worse, hurt. Unsure of why she held such attachment, probably because Ylva had defended her and Sammael had extended protection, the mare found herself agreeing. "I will come." Back to her mare-of-few-words impression, she moved closer to the two. She felt comfortable with them and extended a nuzzle to Ylva's shoulder in both affection and friendship.

Lifting her head in the direction of her father and the herds, Eliza's belly extended as she inhaled air and released a thundering whinny. The shrill noise cut through the forest, hopefully reaching Phantom's ears to tell him of her safety and to alert him that she was heading to the falls. A neigh could only communicate so much that Eliza hoped he wouldn't be mad that she was accompanying a rather formidable stallion and his band. As for Stjerne, Eliza looked to her quietly. She had seen her as family for so long but it was clear to her now that the feeling wasn't mutual and Stjerne had no familiar link with Eliza. Despite this, she found herself saying, "Come along if you wish, I won't interfere. Your life is your own now."

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( valkyrie ) ( 9 ) ( mare ) ( tags: herd, primrose, citadel, amaera, thera, titan) ( location: franang's falls)

The mare flicked her ears back and forth with a neutral expression as Primrose addressed them. The compliment to Gaagi made Mazikeen's chest puff with pride and adoration for her daughter. She nodded in thanks and let the arabian wander off back to her stallion before the mother looked around to see her daughter asking for nutrition. "Yes, my dear, have your fill," she murmured quietly in the comfort of just her and her offspring. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting," the curvaceous mare cocked a hoof to relax and let her filly drink. Her own teats were swollen and were hurting so to let the foal drink would bring her relief and perhaps sooth her agitation.

When she looked up to gaze over the herd she could see that they all interacted relatively close. Another observation was that they orbited around the supposed lead mare, Thera. Mazikeen knew nothing of her except that she had wandered into Bjorn's company shortly and this had visibly annoyed Titan who was prowling about ready to stake his claim on Thera as soon as he got the chance. Before he did though, Mazikeen locked eyes with the other mare. She saw the way Thera stood a little taller and Mazikeen's tail whipped against her thigh with a temperamental snort. The other horse's sly and deceptive behavior did not sit well with her though she was not going to rule out the fact that Mazikeen's desire for dominance may have given her a negative bias towards her impression of Thera.

For a brief while there was a barrage of strangers. A maiden of Jotunheim who looked ill and feral, not a good image for the bloodline of Phantom, a looming bay mare who seemed to guard the falls and to top it off, an earl who had gotten his way with the ill mare and was now on Titan's radar. Mazikeen's head seemed to dizzy with such activity but while Gaagi nursed and from within the company of a sizable herd, she managed to snooze. Exhaustion had gotten the best of her and the mare let her eyes flicker shut as she allowed Gaagi to roam near her and for herself to catch some much needed z's. During this time Citadel had gone and birthed, Thera had been covered and when she awoke, Mazikeen was surprised to see a wee foal teetering out of the brush. Her ears perked in interest but Mazikeen quickly scolded herself for letting her body language betray her poker face. Her motherly nature was masked under her rising urge to establish herself in the herd.

Mazikeen had grown into a very forward mare. To simply be a subordinate was not suitable for her. Even if she had wanted to be, Mazikeen's hormones and conditioning had her instincts kicking her to make herself known. Losing her patience, the mare flattened her ears in the direction of Thera and Titan. While the stallion could go and coo over the newbown (in another situation Mazi would have been cooing too but she's got butt kicking to do) the huge mare would deal to Thera. If she was not at the top then she was not comfortable in the herd. Mazikeen's leg raised and she minced a hoof into the tender earth, instantly creating a chasm of mud. The act was directed at Thera and her challenge was clear. "My raven, stay quiet and still. I must tend to things," if Mazikeen wished one thing, it was for an ally to watch over her filly while she positioned herself in this herd; a herd she never intended to join but now found herself trying for.

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lone valkyrie ❈ six years ❈ deaf ❈ tags; Bjorn, Vanir, Gersemi, Frigg ❈ location; edge of hnitbjorg.

With a gentle nicker Lark watched as the champagne stallion moved away from her side, after giving her some of his attention. However, it was cut short as one of his mares beckoned him elsewhere. A light smile pulled at her velvety kissers, though she was still a bit hesitant of him. But from what she had seen, he was quite charismatic and nurturing towards his mares. All of them. It was something you didn’t see often. Or well, something she hadn’t experienced much of during her time on this earth. It was comforting, though she still was unsure of what she wanted to do. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she came into season. She could sense it, and it would be even more dangerous if she was out on her own, so maybe it was best to settle down and join a herd. The palomino mare shook her pelt once more with a gentle huff before moving back towards the small band.

The palomino mare moved closer to the others, still deep in thought. However, she was brought back from her thoughts as she sensed movement near her. She looked up and halted quickly, as she almost bumped into one of the newer mare’s fillies(Gersemi). She nickered softly, offering an apology to the little one and one to her mother, who wasn’t too far off, for her absent mindedness. Lark sorted softly, moving closer to the grey mare, nodding her head gently in greeting, keeping a bit of distance between her and the new mother. She then noticed another small filly, hiding behind her mother. Lark smiled softly, nickering softly to the other small bundle.

Lark soon looked back towards Vanir “Twins?” she inquired; “they’re beautiful.” adding curtly, voice thick with impediment due to her lack of hearing. Lark usually chose not to speak, but she felt safe enough now that she would conversate a bit. She swished her tail lightly, lowering her head, offering another gentle smile to the bashful filly.

[azhefa.]

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rory ● 18 ● hnitbjorg valkyrie ● nursing [atreus] ● location; hnitbjorg > idavoll

tags; bjorn, oydis/herd, vanir/twins, others mentioned
though she had originally thought to distance herself from the new mare, rhaenys couldn't help the concern that bubbled in her chest at the dapple mare's appearance. the younger valkyrie was clearly very weak and tired, exhaustion oozes from the female and is plain to see in the way she moves. birthing twins took a lot from a mare, how selfish it would be distance herself from this poor creature. she was the eldest in the herd and thus the wisest, keeping such wisdom to herself is not what the gods would want. rhae looks to bjorn as the stallion returns to her and responds to her mentions of a nice wash at the falls. she knows he dislikes the roar of the water and the close proximity to others, but the last couple hours have been long and stressful, a splash in the lake will do everyone good both emotionally and physically. the elder lips at bjorn's shoulder in a affectionate and playful manner. "we can make it quick, we won't have to stay any longer than necessary," she tells him with a bit of a nod, it will only take them a few minutes to get cleaned up and be on their way to a good grazing spot. she can even lay down for a proper rest once everyone was settled.

the golden coated foal beside her perks up as bjorn turns his attention upon him, his wide copper eyes locked upon his sire as he drinks in every word. atreus looks over to the newcomers once his sire mentions them, not knowing they were there until bjorn said something. the larger of the two looked to be strong and would be a suitable playmate for sure, but the smaller one looked... different. she was painted like her sister, even like his own mother, but her eyes were not like the others. rhae lips her son's sparse mane as bjorn talks to him, but them looks to her beloved as he once again speaks to her. she almost snorts in indignation, of course vanir and the twins will be safe with her, why wouldn't they? "of course they will be safe with me, ironborn, i would never cast out someone so weakened," her words were a bit sharper than usual, clearly unhappy that he would have the gall to question her of such things. her use of his title was something she rarely does and only when peeved at him, she prefers to use endearments or his birth name.

rhae snorts to herself and half turns away from him, nudging atreus ahead as she prepares to rally the herd for their trek to idavoll. once the stallion turns to speak with oydis and phantom, rhae gently noses vanir before nickering to the other mares of the herd and setting off at a relaxed pace, one slow enough for the tired mares and newborns to keep up. though the pace wasn't hard or laborious, rhae can feel herself tiring throughout the journey, a long rest is definitely required once they are finished at the falls. atreus on the other hand, was full of life and fire. he kicks up his heels a little as he jumps a log to the side and darts between his mother and the other mares, clearly ready for some open land to really have fun. the colt returns to his mother's side after a few bouts of darting around and catches sight of frigg again. the darker painted filly was much more docile than her lighter colored sister, a curious thing to him. he watches her for a few moments before moving over to her side with a friendly and playful nicker. even though he was only a few hours old, atreus just knows this filly was special in some way. her eyes seemed to hold all kinds of interesting things though she can't see them for herself.

in that moment, atreus became attached to the little filly who's eyes were like galaxies. his ears flick around as he walks beside her, his shoulder lightly brushing her own every now and again so she knows he's there. he even makes little sounds to alert her to bumps in the trail that he can see and she cannot, bumping his little nose against her neck to make her duck out of the way of stray branches. it was almost natural for him to behave such a way, as if he's been doing it forever and not only for the past dozen minutes or so. rhae keeps an eye on her son as they walk, but doesn't comment on the colt's actions just yet, not wanting to break the peaceful silence and preciousness of the moment. she does catch vanir's eye though, and bobs her head to the mare before returning her attention to the trail. she can already tell that the two foals will grow close in the coming years, she just hopes no one ruins it.

[you can drag her along until my next post]

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beka ● newborn ● jotunheim foal ● signe [adopted] ● location; hnitbjorg > idavoll

tags; signe/vidar, phantom/herd
[not sure what to write atm, just drag him along for now i guess lol]

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sam ● 10 ● band earl ● 1 mare ● 0 foals ● location; hnitbjorg > idavoll

tags; ylva, eliza, stjerne, herds mentioned
the dark stallion almost snorts at eliza's words, he's been prepared for battle since he was forced from his birth herd all those years ago. he gives the golden mare an amused look instead and flicks his tail dismissively. "i'm aware of the struggles i will face once we get to idavoll, but i'm sure these kings will talk instead of attack." he motions towards her with his nose and gives her a bit of a cheeky grin. "besides, why would they want to harm me, knowing i've safely returned one of their beloved valkyries? i hope to make them see i'm no threat to their reigns, i just want to live in peace." his words rang with truth and his heartfelt desire to just have a family again. though he misses his mares from his time in the outside world, his homesickness had been too strong to allow him to stay any longer. now that he was home, his desires switched to once again forming a family and raising foals of his own once more.

when eliza turns and lets out a loud whinny, sammael's ears flick back for a moment, unsure and hesitant for a brief moment. though he's perfectly capable of fighting off rivals, he's not really one for fighting when he could talk instead. once the sound dies out and eliza turns to the young maiden, sammael lips at ylva's neck affectionately before nudging her ahead to lead the way along with eliza. he doesn't bother looking to the maiden to see if she will follow, ylva has already made it clear that the youngster isn't welcome in their family and he won't go against his mare. the thought of ylva being his sends a thrill through him as if he was some yearling with a foal crush. he hasn't felt his way in years and it was quite interesting. as a band stallion would, sammael hangs at the rear of the two mares as they journey to idavoll, his ears moving to catch every sound and his head lifted in his alert state. there was no way he was going to let some pesky wolf or lion harm his new beloved mare and the one he had promised to protect. it wouldn't look very good if eliza was returned with claw marks.

[feel free to drag him along a bit as well]

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{ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ }
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ellie ● 8 ● alfheim valkyrie ● heat 2 ● location; idavoll

tags; titan/herd, others mentioned
[she'll have to wait till i get wifi at home, don't have much muse for her atm]

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{ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ }
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mae ● 3.5 ● lone maiden ● heat 3 ● location; idavoll [falls]

tags; titan/herd
[waiting till i get wifi back at home to continue with her]