♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) Open and Accepting!

My gallery · by **lovestruck** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:06 am

Ivy and Sola
-Mare/ filly • -11 years/a few hours • - stage 1 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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Ivy nodded. "Goodbye Chase. I wish you well." She glanced at Cerberus, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ivy decided, for the sake of both of them, she'd act like she was snaking Chase away. That way Cerberus would think she'd won, not told Chase to leave. That way he wouldn't chase after the mare and her young filly. Ivy knew he was in a bad mood, especially because of Salem, and she didn't want to see him mad. Ow. Pain ran through Ivy's abdomen and she trotted away from the herd. It seemed to have come so soon. Ivy's maw dropped, a gasp falling from her mouth. Once she was far enough from the herd, Ivy laid gently onto the ground. She sighed. -fade- Ivy kept her head down for a moment before hearing a soft nicker behind her. She looked up to see a beautiful filly. Ivy nickered to the filly and turned around, beginning the groom her. She was a chestnut sabino. Ivy nickered gently to the filly when she'd cleaned her off. Ivy stood up protectively, looking for signs of danger. She pushed the filly gently, asking her to stand. Ivy nipped at the filly's legs. "I think I'll name you Sola." She sighed and continued pushing Sola to stand up.
Sola squealed at the nipping and stood up eventually, a bit slowly and on wobbly legs. She attempted at walking around on her long legs before falling. Of course, ever curious, she got up again. Sola began to nurse, filling her empty belly. It was warm here. She looked to her mother, who gently nudged her. "Mama." She nickered, and continued nursing. Her mama was huge compared to herself, would she ever get that big? Would she be the color of her mama some day? Sola was confused a little. She was mostly hungry though, so she continued to nurse. Finally she stepped away and looked around. In the distance was a small herd. "Who are they mama?"

Salem
-Colt • -1+year •- no mares, too young • -tags; Herd
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Salem squealed after the first nip. It had been rather painful. The pinto yearling snorted and bucked at the following nips. He didn't want to leave! Salem snorted and galloped back towards the herd again. He made a beeline for his mother, hoping she'd protect him. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to get killed. Why was Cerberus so mad? He was just doing what he'd seen Cerberus doing! Salem bucked once more, knowing Cerberus was out of range. Salem cowered behind his mother. He snorted. He'd at least take one mare with him if he had to leave. Who though? Maybe Chase. She was distracted now anyways. Or maybe Nightingale. She was pretty. Cerberus seemed to not like her much anyways. Salem squealed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He trotted out towards the edge of the herd nervously. He was genuinely afraid now. The pinto colt pawed at the ground worriedly.

Jericho-stallion • -15 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn,Taffy),Sunny
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Jericho snorted, noticing the stallion was still trailing the herd. Jericho pinned his ears angrily and snorted once more. The bachelor was a few meters away from the herd, but it was obvious he'd been trailing them. The clydesdale observed the bachelor for a moment. They'd be an equal match, being both draft horses and around the same age. However, Jericho probably had much more experience than the paint bachelor. The bay stallion snorted once more. He wasn't in discomfort, simply annoyed. He didn't want this stallion near his herd, with the danger of snaking. Jericho trotted over with his head low and nipped the stallion hard, on the wither. He snorted, his ears still pinned flat to his head. The bay lashed his legs out towards the bachelor, aiming to contact either the ribs or shoulder. Either way it would be painful, but Jericho could break a rib easily. The shoulder would be painful for the bachelor, but he'd be able to fight back if he desired to. Jericho snorted and backed up, aiming to move away from any moves the gypsy vanner might try to make. Jericho swung his rump and flung out his back legs towards the stallion. They most likely wouldn't make contact as he was further away now, but they were a warning. Nobody messes with Jericho's mares. He swiveled, once more facing the palomino paint and snorted. His brute force wouldn't work as well as on, say, an Arabian. However, his knowledge and experience would pull him out easily in this situation. The possibility of Fable returning also lingered in his mind. He wouldn't let her return to see him empty handed, with no mares. Besides, he'd easily win. Clearly, if this stallion was a bachelor, he didn't have much experience in claiming mares. Jericho didn't mind him trailing much, but he'd have to stay much further back. Jericho couldn't trust any stallions besides himself around his mares. He snorted and pawed at the ground angrily.
He could see a lone mare nearby out of the corner of his eye. Being that she was close, he snaked her a bit towards his herd, and nickered, "one moment dear," before turning to the bachelor once more. He hadn't made enough space for the bachelor to steal mares because the lone mare had been rather close. Jericho snorted and pawed at the ground once more.

Dove andMuerto
- mare/colt • - 4 years old/2months • - Muerto, stage 2 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery,Rain,Chase
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Dove sighed. "I'm glad you're okay. Thank you Amadeus." Dove let him lean on her shoulder. "He is isnt he? I named him Muerto. I hope that's alright. You weren't there to help me namenhim and he couldn't go without a name of course!" Dove gently nudged Washington and nibbled at his neck, continuing to support him and hold him up. "You should eat something. You've gotten weak over winter." She'd stay. Dove didn't want to leave him anyways. Dove didn't know about Flannery, but she refused to leave her stallion. Although shy, she was loyal. Dove nudged Muerto gently while he was nursing. "This is your father, Washington." She tugged at his mane playfully before seeing a mare and filly approaching. She nickered towards the mare. Maybe she'd join their herd- or maybe she'd join Amadeus. She had no way of knowing of course.

The little colt snorted and trotted out towards the filly. He was much younger than her, but he didn't mind. He nipped her mane once more, but lightly. It would hurt a bit, but not much at all. He just wanted to play anyways, not hurt her. He tossed his head and trotted around her happily, before running off towards his mother once more. He reared and stomped onto theground happily. This was the life. Warm weather, flowers, and playmates! Muerto began nursing hungrily, seeing that the filly was asking he mother whether she could play with himself. The silver colt shook his blonde mane excitedly, his dark coat rippling. Muertoplopped onto the ground and poked his nose at a little white butterfly before leaping up and trotting after it. What was this creature? It floated along in the air daintily, and occasionally landed on the little white flowers. Curiously, he opened his mouth and caught the butterfly. It tasted nasty! Muerto spat it out and pinned his ears, wringing his short tail and returning to his mother.

Echo
-mare-•-4 years old -•-no foals, stage 0 heat-•-Riot-•-tags: Herd, Vagabond's herd
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Echo snorted, seeing a large herd in the distance. It was led by two stallions and they seemed to be heading towards Riot's herd. Riot was nervous clearly. Echo snorted at his nips and lightly kicked out towards him. She hated being pushed around, especially by stallions. Echo wouldn't go into the bushes if Harley didn't go into the bushes. Who knows what could be back there? Echo snorts, seeing her and two other mares go into the bushes. Maybe she should go too. No, none of the other mares were going. Echo stayed where she was boredly on the treeline. She was a follower most of the time, but she didn't care much right now. The dappled arabian mare looked to Harley with confusion in her eyes before dropping her head to the ground. She was clearly not wanted here anyways. Echo snorted. She'd be better off in the two stallion's herd anyways, more protection. She'd never get the attention she wanted, but at least she'd be appreciated. Echo looked back at Riot and then began to graze annoyedly. He was so panicked! He'd stand no chance against the pair of stallions anyways. Echo scraped up against a tree, itching her flank before rolling on the ground. All these annoying flies! She stood up once more and blew air through her nose, waiting for the stallions to finally reach the herd.

Marielle
-•-Mare-•-13-•-stage 0 heat-•-Mark-•-tags;Herd
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Marielle snorted seeing the two stallions attack. She was scared a bit, but mainly emotionless. She had to do something to help Mark. She immediately snaked Pandora away, seeing the bachelors had no interest in her, probably because of her eyesight. Marielle led her by her shoulder, away from the rest of the commotion. The roan mare also began to snake Lady, who was in the way along the path. She snorted and trotted further away from the fighting and other mares, hiding them among the treeline. "Mark will lose this fight. He'll at least have us left." Marielle nibbled Pandora's mane gently. "Are you alright dear? You must be startled." She sighed and dropped her head to graze. They wouldn't be noticed here and she was hungry anyways. After a few mouthfuls, Marielle raised her head again. She watched the stallions fighting. Mark was doing well, but the submissive stallion hadn't began helping yet. He had yet to lose- but he would. Marielle sighed. There was too much competition in the bachelors' herd anyways. She would never earn her rank as lead with what, fourteen mares? The roan watched over the pair of mares, while observing the fight. Nothing would get them here. Marielle either hadn't had enough time or was flustered, she would've grabbed more of the mares. She sighed. She had done her best at least. Willow was gone, meaning there was no longer competition. She could freely be lead, without having to fight for the right.

Niah
-mare-•-3-•-heat stage 0-•-Griffin-•-tags;herd,Petrova,Pilgrim
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Niah nodded at Griffin's comment. "It is. It's certainly a nice break from winter too. It's so warm and the birds are flitting around. The flowers start blooming as well. I love spring!" The appaloosa mare smiled, sitting down in the grass and tucking her legs underneath her. She watched as robins flew over the meadow cheering and chasing after each other. Hey we're interesting. They were grey with red bellies and darker heads. A rabbit hopped past warily. It was cute to Niah, if a bit distracting. It was brown and soft looking. Niah smiled and flicked her ear. Bugs had started to return. It was annoying, but then there were butterflies as well. Their vivid colors were like a burst of happiness. Niah sighed and continued looking around untill her peace was disrupted by a certain clydesdale stallion. Niah stood up, seeing Dawn being snaked away by him. He was larger and older than Griffin. What would Griffin do? "Griffin, look!" She snorted at the bay and turned to Griffin. "He took Dawn!" Niah snorted and pawed at the ground. She didn't care much, and wouldn't do anything, being she was a mare. She didn't want to lose Dawn though. She seemed nice, and kind. Was it Normal to let a stallion just snake you away like that? It must be if Dawn was doing so. She'd let Griffin snake her away. But- because her herd didn't want her. Niah pondered it for a moment. She watched Griffin, wondering what he'd do.

Liannah
Mare-13-pregnant-Aden- tags; herd,Marks herd, Vagabonds herd
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Liannah nodded. "I think a meadow would be a good place to start. Most horses are probably hungry from the winter." She shook her mane free of dirt and began at a slow trot towards the fields she knew of. She herself was pregnant, as well as the other two mares. They needed to go slowly. It wasn't worth the risk of injuring the unborn foals with all the bouncing around, just to go faster. The tobiano mare showed even further as they neared the field. There would surely be horses nearby. "There should be herds here. I'm not sure where but- whoa." She paused, seeing a large herd of fifteen or so mares. "How about that herd? The stallion is busy fighting another, you could snake a mare or two away while he's busy." Liannah blinked and looked again at the herd. Was she seeing this right? One stallion had such a huge herd? She then noticed there was another bachelor with him, probably his brother. All the same, they were distracted.

K[size=150]athida[/url]
Mare-8-heat stage 2-lone mare- tags; don felipe
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Kathida trotted across the hilly plains, her hooves loving the feel of soft grass underneath them. She had never been anywhere like this really. She'd been in shows or a barn all her life, simple dirt arenas. They were quite gross actually, the dust would get lodged in her perfect white coat! She loves her coat being perfect of course, what mare didn't? The Marwari showed seeing a stallion. He was stocky, and definitely older than herself. She perked her curved ears towards him, watching his little display. She wondered whether he had experience, being that he had no mares. Perhaps he'd just stayed in his barn over winter like herself. There had been plenty of hay, and no predators were willing to cross the roads, where the hind walking creature's monsters were sleeping. They were large and shiny, with wheels. The hindealkers would just let the monsters eat them right up, before getting spit out again when the monster returned. It was a strange thing, certainly. Anyways, the monsters had seemed to scare off most predators heading her way. She'd had a peaceful winter, and now she had to find the stallion most fit for herself, being the best mare in the lands of course. She trotted around him, her head held high as she observed the stallion's display. His mane and tail were in good shape, however his coloration wasn't ideal. He was some sort of Frisian mix, not a purebred like herself. Kathida snorted, and paused, continuing to watch him. He was strong and large, he could protect her- but what wasn't his personality? She didn't like his breed or coloration particularly. Kathida needed to find a stallion soon however. He was only half Friesan, clearly, so at least her foal wouldn't have the hideous curly mane. As long as her foal had her curved ears she'd be satisfied. If he or she was pure white- even better. She had to carry on her magnificent bloodline, she was a true Marwari, an excellent specimen, as her hindwalkers had said. Kathida held her head high. Perhaps he'd do. Perhaps.

My gallery · by **. mira .** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 9:03 am

Chase
They Call Me Confidence ● Mustang ● 10 years ● Stallion - Amadeus ● Heat Stage 4
Tags; Amadeus, Dove, Muerto, Flannery, Washington, Cricket, Omusa, Rain

"Sure." She looked over at the other two mares, knowing she was lead mare. If they dared challenge her.. They'd be so inexperienced and foolish. Chase would never back down. The mare swished her tail, then looked at Rain. Chase wasn't paying much attention, and nodded to Rain. She could go play if she wanted. The mustang mare groomed her stallion's mane.

Griffin
On Noble Wings ● American Saddlebred ● 14 years ● Mares - Niah, Petrova, Pilgrim, Fable ● 1 Cover
Tags; Herd (Petrova, Pilgrim, Niah, Fable), Aidan, Jericho, Jericho's herd, Vagabond, Karlos, Vagabond's herd, Stella

"You are a mare I'm going to remember for a long, long time." Griffin said softly. He couldn't risk his whole herd for Dawn. That would be foolish and inexperienced. "He's beautiful, Dawn." The Saddlebred whispered. His young colt was gorgeous, certainly going to be a lady's man when he got older. Griffin groomed Dawn's mane affectionately, then licked his colt's head. Griffin then moved his herd away, trotting. He smiled softly back to at his former black mare. "Bye." He called softly, moving his herd out. Griffin spotted two stallions fighting. They both had big herds, but the older one had a bigger one, as expected. Griffin moved towards the larger herd, keeping his herd with him. He quickly moved out and snaked a bay Arabian who had strayed from the herd. He trotted away with his herd, making sure the just-snaked mare kept up. Then he slowed, away from the fighting, and spoke. "Hello. I'm Griffin, and I apologize for snaking you, though your stallion was a bit inexperienced to ditch you for a fight with an even more inexperienced stallion." The chestnut stallion smiled to the new mare, nickering softly to ask if he could exchange scents. Griffin was distracted for a moment by another mare, and nickered for that mare to come closer, before turning his attention back to Fable.

Hope
Royal Hope ● Arabian ● 12 years ● Riot's herd ● Heat 0
Tags; Riot, Riot's herd, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd

Hope obeyed Riot, moving along with her head down. She checked on her filly much, though her filly was fine. Hope smiled to Revolution. "Why, thank you. She is a cute little filly. I hope she lives up to be just like Riot and I." Riot was really a great, experienced stallion. Hope didn't want to leave him. The Arabian mare couldn't get into the river with her very young filly, so she stood on the bank.

Annabelle
Mistaken for an Angel ● Arabian ● A few hours old ● Riot's herd ● Too young
Tags; Riot, Riot's herd, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd

Annabelle followed her mother. She took dainty steps, like her breed usually did. The Arabian filly stood next to her mother, confused. What was going on? It didn't matter too much. Annabelle felt tired, and curled up at her mother's hooves. Soon she drifted off to sleep.

Aden
Morning Glory ● Friesian ● 15 years ● Mares - Angel, Dahlia, Liannah, Lotus ● 2 Covers
Tags; Angel, Dahlia, Liannah, Lotus, Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd, Griffin's herd, Griffin

Aden saw his mare's point immediately. They were right! The Friesian moved forwards, seeing other stallion snaking mares away. Aden quickly snaked away a white Gypsy Vanner mare. Aden kept his herd moving, then stopped. "Hello, welcome to the herd. I'm Aden. My mares can introduce themselves if they like." He smiled for a moment, then reached forwards and exchanged scents with the mare. He stepped back, watching the moving horses.

Juliette
Running With Fire ● Knabstrupper ● 14 years ● Lead Mare - Basilio's herd ● Pregnant (2 seasons)
Tags; Basilio, Lily, Ziva

She was glad that Lily took care of it. "Can the filly walk well? I think we need to find a good grazing area near a pond. We all need some good food." She spoke leader-like, but calmly, nipped the Gypsy Vanner's rump, telling her they needed to get moving. The Knabstrupper went in front, glancing back at the filly every little while. Juliette didn't really care about the filly, she just cared about how Lily would feel if the filly got left behind.

Ella
Heaven Is All Around ● Gypsy Vanner ● 5 years ● Vagabond's herd ● Heat Stage 4
Tags; Vagabond, Vagabond's herd, Karlos, Mark, Mark's herd, Griffin, Griffin's herd

Ella was snaked to the other herd, as expected. She calmly watched the stallions, shaking her head. Mark was so inexperienced. Why didn't he just back down now? His herd would be hurt, but if he backed down now, he'd still have mares. Whatever, the Gyspy Vanner thought. Mark wasn't her stallion anymore, therefore his mistakes weren't her problem.

My gallery · by **Tornassuk** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 10:28 am

Adella | Mare | American Paint Horse | 8 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3 |
Tags: open

Adella trotted through a meadow, whinnying loudly every few minutes for a stallion to come find her. The meadow was nice, and the grass very tall, it was a little higher than her knees. Adella had traveled for about six, seven weeks now without a stallion. She had lost her previous one in last winter's blizzard. She had mourned for him and their foal for several days, but she was ready to move on now.

Fantasy | Mare | Appaloosa x Knabstrupper | 3 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3 |
Tags: Reserved

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Arya | Mare | Appaloosa x QH | 6 Years | Stallion: Thowra | Heat Stage: 3 |
Tags: Thowra

It was mid spring now, nothing remained of winter except for the memories and scars. Arya had now come back into heat, and she was very interested in being covered now. Arya raised her head from her grazing spot and stared at her stallion for a while. She looked over his muscular and toned body. His beautiful coat color. His striking mane and tail. Arya raised her tail slightly and nickered to him softly, inviting him over.

Willow | Mare | Appaloosa | 11 Years | Stallion: Vagabond | Pregnant |
Tags: Mark, Vagabond and herd

Before Willow could even really process what was happening, she was swept off her feet away from Mark and shoved to a group of other mares. Most looked scared and confused like her. Willow's ears were pulled back, not pinned, out of nervousness. Their were two stallions, mature and close in age, working together. That was, peculiar. The one who appeared to be in charge was quite aggressive, and she worried for her foal. What if she ended up stuck with them and gave birth to a colt? Willow doubted they'd spare him.
Willow's ears pricked forward as the stallions continued fighting, and as Mark became more aggressive. It was something Willow had never seen from the stallion before. And she liked it. She didn't care much for his earlier behavior, how he'd be gentle and a little bit of a pushover. She liked it when stallions were assertive, commanding and fierce. Yes, there's a time for gentleness certainly, you can't be rude like Vagabond, but you also can't be total teddy bear. There needs to be a nice mixture of both.

Ameena | Mare | Arabian 14 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3 |
Tags: Open

Ameena walked gracefully along the edge of a large lake. She could smell many horses had been here, but none were around currently. If she listened hard enough she could hear the semi distant sounds of stallions fighting. Ameena will wait beside this lake for someone to come claim her. There was drinkable water and nice grass a few meters away from it. It will be nice, she can stay here for a while until some stallion shows up, which she hopes will be soon. She'd like to be covered.
Ameena is a fairly easy mare to claim, but that said, she won't go with just anybody. She is a mare of standard, a stallion will have to catch her eye. While she does prefer a handsome purebred champion over a backyard breeder's mutt, she knows she will have a hard time finding such purebred champions out here. So for Ameena, the stallion doesn't have to be fantastic, just polite, firm and not totally jacked up in the looks/structure department.

Fable | Mare | Arabian | 11 Years | Stallion: Griffin | Heat Stage: 1 |
Tags: Griffin and herd

Fable wrung her tail once as a bay stallion whisked her away. It wasn't necessary to snake her, but Fable got over it. It's what stallions do, and at least he's not a Vagabond. Fable trotted obediently in the direction he wanted her to go, and when she arrived at his herd she turned to look at him and laughed slightly. It was the same handsome stallion from oh so many months ago. The stallion who had showed up at Jericho's doorstep and snaked away Dawn. She still wished he would have taken her back then, then Fable would have never gone through what she did.
Fable flicked an ear, were Vagabond and Karlos really so inexperienced? They attacked Jericho with such coordination. Then again, maybe they are. After all, if they need each other to steal mares, then they're not good enough to make it on their own, right? Fable extended her nose to the stallion, accepting his offer to exchange scents, nickering, "Well, hello Griffin, I'm Fable." She decided that Griffin smelt nice and moved closer to him to nibble at his mane a little. If this were to be her new stallion she better start bonding now.

Pepper | Mare | Arabian | 7 Years | Stallion: Riff | Pregnant |
Tags: Riff, Secret

The mare seemed to be a little hesitant to come closer, Pepper tilted her head, wondering why she was like that. Pepper whinnied once again, she was going to go meet the mare but Riff had seen her by now and was making her way to her. Pepper trotted around in a small circle, the mare ecstatic that there was another horse. Pepper came to a halt after a couple of circles. Trotting felt awkward now, not as graceful and effortless as it had once been for Pepper. Pepper glanced at her belly, it was gigantic. She can't move as gracefully as she once had now that she was with foal. Pepper became excited once more as she thought of having a foal. It would be her very first foal! She wondered what it would look like, if it would be born dark and become white with age like her. Would it have the Arabian dished head? The high set tail? She was sure it would be beautiful regardless. Pepper snorted lightly and looked back at Riff and the new mare.

Riot | Stallion | Arabian | 16 Years | Coverings: 5 |
|| Mares: Harley, Revolution, Alaska, Hope, Aria, Pompeii, Dusk, Echo, Nihna ||
Tags: Herd, Mark's herd, Vagabond and Karlos

Aria started grooming him and Riot relaxed slightly. He wanted to close his eyes and melt into her, forget the world even existed. But he couldn't, not with the threat of two stallions around. Riot nuzzled the grey mare, inhaling her scent. He didn't ever want to forget it. He won't forget. Riot turned away finally. Echo looked a little confused, she followed Rev and Harley even though Riot did not tell her to follow them. Now she was scratching against a tree and looked rather annoyed with him. Riot didn't understand why she was annoyed, Riot hadn't done anything so wrong to her to cause to her feel this way. Nihna was scared to go into the water.
And then Hope came back over with her filly. Riot loved that filly, his tail rising a little out of happiness. She was beautiful, they both were. But Hope should not be out here, she needs to be hiding and resting. Riot waded out of the water, walking up to Hope and the filly calmly he nickered soothing words to them both. He sniffed his filly and nuzzled her a little before looking at Hope. "Come on, you need to be hiding. I know you can't run very well just after having a foal, and you can't cross the river."
With that Riot walked beside Hope and guided her back over to where he last saw Rev and Harley disappear with Alaska. He didn't quite understand at first why she took Alaska. Although, the draft mare was rather large and could pack quite a punch. Perhaps it's good she took her, she can help protect Rev and Hope.
Riot stopped at the edge and nudged his mare forward, telling her to go find them before walking back to the rest of his herd in the river. He hoped she would go into the forest and find safety with the other mares. Riot knew that her best chance was hiding in there. Her filly could not yet outrun the two rival stallions, and he doubted Hope could do so either. In the forest they would be hidden, and hopefully missed.
Riot stopped by Echo and nuzzled her a little, watching the mare carefully to make sure she didn't nip at him. "Come on darling, join me in the river, why don't ya'? It's our best chance." He eyed her stomach, now a little round with their foal. He nickered to her once more, "If you stay here, I cannot protect you as easily. What happens if they take you and you give birth to a colt? They'll kill him." Riot rested his nose on her shoulder a little more before walking away to deal with Nihna. He can't force Echo into the river right now, that might take a while and he has other mares to tend too. Riot walked up beside Nihna, and he realized now she grew a lot of winter. She was no longer a filly, but a mare. She was now closer in height to Riot and her hooves were no longer so dainty. Riot pressed up against the mare, trying to urge and guide her into the water. "Come on darling, see, the other mares are standing in it. It's not that bad. we can go straight to the other side if you like."
Riot will try and persuade her in for a little, but if those two stallions finish fighting and make their way over he'll rush back into the water to fight. His odds of winning are higher if he's in the water. Riot glanced in their direction and snorted lightly. Two stallions working together. That was the most unusual thing he's heard in a while. It isn't fair, and in his opinion, they're weak for doing it.

Hera | Mare | Friesian | 2 Years | Stallion: Silence | Pregnant |
Tags: Silence

Hera watched amused as Silence pranced out. She wanted to play with him, but she didn't feel like it right now, which was unusual for her. Hera watched him a little more before putting her head down to graze. Not a lot of snow fell to the ground in the forest and the snow that was there was starting to melt due to the rising temperatures, so she could graze like normal most of the time. Sometimes she had to paw at the snow for some good stuff.
After a while she began to feel thirsty, it had been a while since she last drank. Hera nickered to Silence, telling him she was moving before walking off through the forest, going back the way they came.
It took a while, they must have gone further into the forest than she further thought, but she eventually stepped reached the meadow they had grazed in in fall. A little further was the pond they had frolicked in last summer. Time seemed to move so fast out here. The pond was covered in a thin sheet of ice. It only took one stomp of Hera's hoof to break it. The mare lowered her muzzle cautiously, flinching when she first touched it. It was so cold. She got used to it however and soon drank from the pond greedily.

Crystal | Mare | Gypsy Vanner | 13 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 4 |
Tags: Open

Crystal had spent a while grazing in a meadow, lazily swatting her tail at the flies that landed on her. The area around her tail started to itch and the mare moved to a nearby tree to scratch her rump on. Crystal sighed in relief, the tree scratching was nice. She looked down, her feathers were quite dirty. She needs someone to groom them, but who would groom them? Maybe she'll just wash them off in the water and hope that works. Crystal paused, her head raised. She thought she could hear horses nearby. Crystal whinnied loudly, revealing her presence to any nearby stallions before returning to her scratching.

Atarah | Mare | Knabstrupper Cross | 10 Years | Stallion: None | Heat Stage: 3 |
Tags: Open

Atarah moved through a valley of flowers. She moved with confidence, she knew she was pretty, she knew she was desirable. What stallion wouldn't want her? She held her silver colored tail high, flicking it occasionally to spread her scent. It was very pretty out here, there were many different kinds of flowers of all different colors. Blues and reds, yellows and purples. Atarah thinks every color in the rainbow is here in this one spot.
Atarah tossed her head, whinnying loudly to inform any nearby stallions that she was here and available. She fired off some playful bucks and picked her pace up into a lope. She liked spring, she always felt full of vigor this time of year.

My gallery · by **eventer** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:42 pm

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xx vagabond xx bachelor stallion xx sixteen years xx selle francais x paint warmblood xx tags ;; herd, karlos, mark&herd xx

xx mares ;; skye, eden, amara, lotus, alouette, marion, sara, ella, nova, willow, riz, kenickie, luna xx
xx spring foals ;; none xx

vagabond jumped away, causing the kick that mark sent her way to scrape against his hip, taking off a bit of skin, the cut went red but it did no bleed, it was like a graze. he snorted as a stallion stole his mare, and gave karlos a 'go get her' signal. the bay stallion looked to see the third stallion had tried to move his herd. with a snort he rounded his thirteen mares up and headed them towards the herd.

when karlos returned with lotus, vagabond moved off to fight the arabian stallion to take his herd. however, was a quite tired by the fighting, would hopefully win as this stallion was feeble compared to him.

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xx karlos xx bachelor stallion xx fourteen years xx thoroughbred x mustang x irish draught xx tags ;; vagabond&herd xx

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xx spring foals ;; none xx

karlos took off after the mare when vagabond told him to, that male hadn't gotten far, he snorted and charged in on the stallion, double barreling him before stealing lotus back, nipping her hard, he knew she was pregnant, but it was clear she may not foal for a while, which meant she could canter. he chased her back a bit more aggressively than he normally would. he kicked out a few times to prevent that draft stallion from coming after him. he was a fool to steal the mare. surely he knew he'd just lose her all over again? he was risking his other two mares.

he lowered the chase with lotus as they grew closer, and gently nudged the mare into the herd before standing on guard to take down any stallion who was stupid enough to take a mare or two. ears pinned back he gave a low roar to the stallion who had already tried. the mare was vagabonds, and would remain vagabonds. any other stallion who tried to steal again would end up very much injured.

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xx harley quinn xx mare xx sixteen years xx stallion ;; riot xx status ;; pregnant xx arabian x thoroughbred xx tags ;; herd, endeavours herd, thowras herd xx

harley looked at riot and frowned at him, ears pinned back, she wasn't risking the herd going into bush she knew was infested with wolves. she snapped at riot when he rounded her up and pinned her ears at them,
before calmly leading the herd along the tree line. not risking any foals or pregnant mares. when riot started nipping the mares out of worry and aggression to force the mares somewhere, harley frowned, but for now left it alone. but when he nipped at her for slowing down, she turned around and snapped aggressively at his face, making it blatantly clear she wouldn't tolerate him pushing her around or the other mares. you can't push heavily pregnant mares around. she slowed to a walk and walked beside the mares calmly, ears flicking back slightly before looking over to riot as he watched the stallions. harley watched the stallions curiously.
not dumb enough to be too worried, harley sighed, she knew even i the stallions had been half the age of the one they were fighting they'd still win on the fact there are two of them. she looked to riot and frowned softly before turning around and rounded up alaska, nosing her gently away from the group. if she could sneak away at least one other mare and herself, and hopefully rev would remain where she was, that riot wouldn't lose his entire herd, he'd at least still have three mares. harley moved away with alaska,
nickering gently to her telling her what she was doing through a few nickers and pushed her in rev's general direction but not too close. she'd left the herd without riot noticing, but she knew once he actually noticed he'd probably know what she'd done. hopefully he wouldn't stress too much about her leaving with one of the mares, she knew he'd like more than three... but if she left with more,
it would risk stallions coming after them. she reached the tree line, gently nosing alaska into it, hoping she would understand before walking into the shadows and watching calmly waiting for the inevitable.

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xx petrova xx lone mare xx thirteen years xx stallion ;; griffin xx status ;; heat 3 xx selle francais x mustang xx tags ;; herd xx
xx pilgrim xx bachelor colt xx five months xx mares ;; none xx spring foals ;; none xx selle francais x mustang x thoroughbred xx tags ;; griffins herd xx

petrova stood quietly as dawn was suddenly stolen from griffin, the mare watched curiously, ears flicking slightly she snorted and grazed, ignoring griffin who asked her to follow, she was happy staying where she was. besides, if any stallion came to her, with a colt on her hip she'd kick at them. pilgrim watched the events unfold, and whinnied loudly as dawn was taken, he went to take off after her but his dam pulled his tail and ordered him to stay put. ears pinned he kicked his heels up and stood just off from his dams side.

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xx pandora xx herd mare xx fourteen years xx stallion ;; mark xx status ;; heat 0 xx friesian warmblood xx tags ;; herd, allure xx

pandora watched as mark gave in to the stallions and watched the stallions leave with thirteen mares. she snorted softly and was distracted when a filly came into view, a beautiful black foal, what was she doing on her own? it was clear, unlike herself where her own foal died, this fillies dam had died. she whinnied gently, the foal looked just like her still born, dark in the coat, and the mare instantly felt her mothering instincts take over, walking up to the filly she stopped the youngster from getting closer to the others and bumped her nose against the body that was in front of her. while her vision was still fading, she could make out small black fragile figure in front of her, she was beautiful. she smelt the filly, taking in her scent before nosing her to her teat so the filly could nurse, flicking her tail she looked up and looked for marks silhouette, giving a soft whinny, it was easier for him to come to her with the two mares he managed to keep, rather than her trying to find him and just get lost. he knew the care she required, she needed someone with her to be her eyes. she flicked her tail and rested her hind leg out of the way for the filly to easily nurse better.

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xx denaria xx lone mare xx nine years xx stallion ;; none xx status ;; heat 3 xx dutch warmblood x mustang xx tags ;; wildfire, ghost xx

denaria looked up when a elderly mare came into view with a stallion. if denaria was dominant, she'd probably end up being lead mare, but she wasn't dominant, she just wasn't a push over either. ears flicking back and forwards until they fell flat against her skull when the two got too close, she snorted at them and tossed her head to show she didn't like strangers that close. no horse did. she moved away from the pair, denaria was an easy catch to be honest, it was just that the previous stallion was distracted. she kept her ears slightly pinned at the mare and her stallion, she wasn't being rude, no horse liked strangers close, especially submissive horses. with a flick of her strongly scented tail, she knew however that she was more valuable to the stallion than the elderly mare, the elderly mare might have two years left in her to produce foals then she'd have to refuse stallions or she'd risk killing herself. flicking her tail, the white mare after a moment, circled back to the stallion, ignoring the mare for the moment, not interested in the mare at the moment. she looked at the stallion calmly, before giving a soft nicker to him,
stepping forwards and nosing him to her hind quarters, he was a big bay stallion, fine like a thoroughbred, but rather solid for a thoroughbred but still finer than herself being a warmblood x. with a snort she nudged him gently and then softly nipped at his flank before moving to graze, tossing her head slightly she snorted softly and pulled at the grass calmly.

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tessa flicked her tail and moved over when the stallion stole a mare, he was already getting back to work. she watched him curiously and then continued to graze, watching the mare leave to foal, she whinnied softly to her, and then waited calmly for the mare to return.
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caribou snorted and looked up as she realised she'd lead the group too close to another stallions herd. she looked to thowra and pinned her ears as he seemed to show interest in the group. she sighed softly and flicked her tail calmly, she'd not yet been covered, which meant if she ended up being taken from the stallion she was usefull straight away. but she personally wanted to stay with the palomino, but wouldn't resist if snaked. she snorted gently and looked to see the stallion come up to her and ask for her name. she thought for a second before speaking calmly, "caribou..
caribou is my name" she murmured gently, before lowering her nose to graze.

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milly looked up when a stallion came into view, he had a few mares on his hip,
she looked curiously and then whinnied out softly to him, on a normal occasion she she wouldn't go up to a stallion willingly, but being so far in season, the mare was running on hormones. ears flicking, the mare went to trot towards the stallion but was stopped when a near yearling filly came up to her. she looked at her curiously and frowned at her slightly and then softly spoke "uh hello, i'm milly" she said softly, she looked at the filly and snorted gently before stepping around the mare and then trotted up to the herd. with a gentle whiny, the mare went up to the stallion, she bumped her nose to the stallions nose, and squealed softly a few times, kicking out with her hind legs slightly out of exuberance, before snorting gently and nudging him again, stepping forwards until her rump was by his nose, a soft squeal coming out again as she lashed her heavily scented tail giving the stallion permission.

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paige stood calmly as the filly nursed, touching her nose against the fillys rump gently. with a flick of her tail. when the filly finished and whinnied to her, paige nickered softly in return before pinning her ears at the two stallions and the herd, gently nosing the filly away from the herd. her labor pains had started an hour ago, but she wouldn't foal till later on, she snorted gently, nibbling the fillies mane softly as she moved further away from the stallions and the herd.
stopping a good distance away where she was more comfortable being a pregnant mare and with an adopted foal, she stood calmly and nibbled the fillies still damp body. her mother hadn't completely finished the grooming, bits of blood still caught in the foals mane and tail. it wold fall out with grooming and the foal rolling. she nickered softly to her new filly. curious to see how she'd feel about sharing a mother.

when the stallion approached, her ears pinned back and she stepped infront of the filly blocking him from the filly he called dementer. she listened to him he said she was now in his herd and she pinned her ears at his assumption. however, the young spotted mare wasn't stupid, she was pregnant and a third of his age. with a soft snort the mare pinned her ears and went to speak, but his attention was pulled away to a brown draft mare. ears pinning back slightly she watched him. but with a gentle snort looked away,
she could smell cougar on the foal and knew what had happened to the foals dam. she didn't speak up as the stallion was distracted.

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My gallery · by **lovestruck** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 2:18 pm

Ivy and Sola
-Mare/ filly • -11 years/a few hours • - stage 1 heat • -Lead mare (Cerberus) • -tags; Herd
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Ivy nodded. "Goodbye Chase. I wish you well." She glanced at Cerberus, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ivy decided, for the sake of both of them, she'd act like she was snaking Chase away. That way Cerberus would think she'd won, not told Chase to leave. That way he wouldn't chase after the mare and her young filly. Ivy knew he was in a bad mood, especially because of Salem, and she didn't want to see him mad. Ow. Pain ran through Ivy's abdomen and she trotted away from the herd. It seemed to have come so soon. Ivy's maw dropped, a gasp falling from her mouth. Once she was far enough from the herd, Ivy laid gently onto the ground. She sighed. -fade- Ivy kept her head down for a moment before hearing a soft nicker behind her. She looked up to see a beautiful filly. Ivy nickered to the filly and turned around, beginning the groom her. She was a chestnut sabino. Ivy nickered gently to the filly when she'd cleaned her off. Ivy stood up protectively, looking for signs of danger. She pushed the filly gently, asking her to stand. Ivy nipped at the filly's legs. "I think I'll name you Sola." She sighed and continued pushing Sola to stand up.
Sola squealed at the nipping and stood up eventually, a bit slowly and on wobbly legs. She attempted at walking around on her long legs before falling. Of course, ever curious, she got up again. Sola began to nurse, filling her empty belly. It was warm here. She looked to her mother, who gently nudged her. "Mama." She nickered, and continued nursing. Her mama was huge compared to herself, would she ever get that big? Would she be the color of her mama some day? Sola was confused a little. She was mostly hungry though, so she continued to nurse. Finally she stepped away and looked around. In the distance was a small herd. "Who are they mama?"

Salem
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Salem squealed after the first nip. It had been rather painful. The pinto yearling snorted and bucked at the following nips. He didn't want to leave! Salem snorted and galloped back towards the herd again. He made a beeline for his mother, hoping she'd protect him. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to get killed. Why was Cerberus so mad? He was just doing what he'd seen Cerberus doing! Salem bucked once more, knowing Cerberus was out of range. Salem cowered behind his mother. He snorted. He'd at least take one mare with him if he had to leave. Who though? Maybe Chase. She was distracted now anyways. Or maybe Nightingale. She was pretty. Cerberus seemed to not like her much anyways. Salem squealed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He trotted out towards the edge of the herd nervously. He was genuinely afraid now. The pinto colt pawed at the ground worriedly.

Jericho-stallion • -15 years old • -herd stallion- • tags; herd(Candy,Kaia,Tessa,Sarafina,Dawn,Taffy),Sunny
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Jericho snorted, noticing the stallion was still trailing the herd. Jericho pinned his ears angrily and snorted once more. The bachelor was a few meters away from the herd, but it was obvious he'd been trailing them. The clydesdale observed the bachelor for a moment. They'd be an equal match, being both draft horses and around the same age. However, Jericho probably had much more experience than the paint bachelor. The bay stallion snorted once more. He wasn't in discomfort, simply annoyed. He didn't want this stallion near his herd, with the danger of snaking. Jericho trotted over with his head low and nipped the stallion hard, on the wither. He snorted, his ears still pinned flat to his head. The bay lashed his legs out towards the bachelor, aiming to contact either the ribs or shoulder. Either way it would be painful, but Jericho could break a rib easily. The shoulder would be painful for the bachelor, but he'd be able to fight back if he desired to. Jericho snorted and backed up, aiming to move away from any moves the gypsy vanner might try to make. Jericho swung his rump and flung out his back legs towards the stallion. They most likely wouldn't make contact as he was further away now, but they were a warning. Nobody messes with Jericho's mares. He swiveled, once more facing the palomino paint and snorted. His brute force wouldn't work as well as on, say, an Arabian. However, his knowledge and experience would pull him out easily in this situation. The possibility of Fable returning also lingered in his mind. He wouldn't let her return to see him empty handed, with no mares. Besides, he'd easily win. Clearly, if this stallion was a bachelor, he didn't have much experience in claiming mares. Jericho didn't mind him trailing much, but he'd have to stay much further back. Jericho couldn't trust any stallions besides himself around his mares. He snorted and pawed at the ground angrily.
He could see a lone mare nearby out of the corner of his eye. Being that she was close, he snaked her a bit towards his herd, and nickered, "one moment dear," before turning to the bachelor once more. He hadn't made enough space for the bachelor to steal mares because the lone mare had been rather close. Jericho snorted and pawed at the ground once more.
In the distance, Jericho could still see Griffin's herd. He wondered if the red arab mare could possibly be Fable. Maybe- but Fable had been pregnant. Perhaps, perhaps the foal hadn't survived. She'd probably escaped after giving birth. Jericho sighed and turned to face the gypsy vanner once more. No, there was no way the mare was Fable.. well- maybe. He'd have to check the herd out again. Griffin would probably give in, knowing the clydesdale would win. He'd reclaim who he hoped was Fable. All he had to do now was get rid of this pesky bachelor.

Dove andMuerto
- mare/colt • - 4 years old/2months • - Muerto, stage 2 heat • - Washington • -tags; Amadeus and Herd,Flannery,Rain,Chase
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Dove sighed. "I'm glad you're okay. Thank you Amadeus." Dove let him lean on her shoulder. "He is isnt he? I named him Muerto. I hope that's alright. You weren't there to help me namenhim and he couldn't go without a name of course!" Dove gently nudged Washington and nibbled at his neck, continuing to support him and hold him up. "You should eat something. You've gotten weak over winter." She'd stay. Dove didn't want to leave him anyways. Dove didn't know about Flannery, but she refused to leave her stallion. Although shy, she was loyal. Dove nudged Muerto gently while he was nursing. "This is your father, Washington." She tugged at his mane playfully before seeing a mare and filly approaching. She nickered towards the mare. Maybe she'd join their herd- or maybe she'd join Amadeus. She had no way of knowing of course.

The little colt snorted and trotted out towards the filly. He was much younger than her, but he didn't mind. He nipped her mane once more, but lightly. It would hurt a bit, but not much at all. He just wanted to play anyways, not hurt her. He tossed his head and trotted around her happily, before running off towards his mother once more. He reared and stomped onto theground happily. This was the life. Warm weather, flowers, and playmates! Muerto began nursing hungrily, seeing that the filly was asking he mother whether she could play with himself. The silver colt shook his blonde mane excitedly, his dark coat rippling. Muertoplopped onto the ground and poked his nose at a little white butterfly before leaping up and trotting after it. What was this creature? It floated along in the air daintily, and occasionally landed on the little white flowers. Curiously, he opened his mouth and caught the butterfly. It tasted nasty! Muerto spat it out and pinned his ears, wringing his short tail and returning to his mother.

Echo
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The grey arab mare wasn't quite sure why she was so angry. She just- was. It was probably pregnancy hormones. She snorted and walked over to the river annoyedly. He'd had a point, but she didn't particularly care. Echo snorted. Why was Nihna so afraid? She'd never seen a horse afraid of the water before. It couldn't sweep away a grown mare. Maybe a filly or colt- maybe. Echo sighed. "Dear, this river cannot move you. It'll be safer on the other side. Why don't you just come along?" Echo sighed and gently nudged Nihna. "Really, it can't move a mare. It's just like walking across the grass, but wetter." Echo swished her tail. "It's alright, come along now." She walked across the river, showing Nihna it was safe. "See?" The Arab walked over to where the other mares were standing and sighed, watching Nihna. She'd grown lots over the winter, and Echo had barely noticed. Echo lowered her head and began to graze hungrily. It was best to eat now, as she had a feeling something was about to happen, and something big. Echo wondered what her foal would look like, a colt or a filly? It'd surely be a beautiful foal, a pure arabian. Echo sighed happily at the thought. Arab foals were so beautiful, with their high cheekbones and curved snouts. Their tails were always held high, showing they were proud of their breed. Echo nodded slightly to herself. She then looked up once more to see the pair of stallions heading towards the herd. Great. Echo sighed and continued grazing. It wasn't her problem to deal with anyways, it was Riot's. She looked at Harley curiously, wondering what they were to do now. Echo didn't particularly want to go to the other herd, but she wanted whatever herd could protect her better. Both herds had heir flaws, but also their strengths

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Seeing that the two stallions had left, Marielle trotted over to Mark with Lady at her side. She looked at his wounds sadly. He should've stopped while he was ahead. It was dangerous to have a stallion so injured- how could he protect them. As much as Marielle had grown to love Mark, it'd truly be best for the mares to find another stallion. He was injured and surely weak. Or- perhaps he wasn't as bad off as he looked. Marielle watched the blind mare interacting with a filly for a moment. She'd leave Pandora alone. She was clearly no dominant anyways. Marielle shook out her mane, walking closer to Mark. "Are- are you ok?" She gently wrapped her head around his shoulders, a sort of horse hug. She began to groom his mane. A bit of blood had dried in it, and she tugged it out, as well as dirt and twigs. "There was nothing you could've done. At least you still have us, right?" She sighed sadly. The poor thing. He was so innocent and pure, he had tried his best to fight for them. Marielle sighed. "How about we move out, away from the bachelors. We can find some lone mares, or some herds you can snake from." She gently nuzzled him and took in his scent. "Or maybe we should wait untill you heal up?" She sighed and backed away from him for a moment. He was clearly upset, after all, he'd lost most of his mares.

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Niah followed where the herd went, watching as the clydesdale took Dawn and her foal. The colt had looked just like Griffin. She wasn't quite sure, but she thought the clydesdale had looked mad. Hadn't her mother told her once that stallions hated colts that weren't their own? Niah nodded slightly- yes, she must have. Niah sighed and swished her tail as a red arab mare approached. Great, another mare to take away her attention. "Fable- what a strange name," she said rudely. She had somehow gone through a personality change over winter, maturing and learning. She'd completely changed personality wise. Perhaps it was just pregnancy hormones, but this personality was constant. Rude and unforgiving. It could've been her mother driving her off. Maybe, maybe not. Many things had factored into her personality changing, but she was now dominant and cocky, not afraid to show off. The mare wanted to try out lead. It was what her mother had always done. Her mother was gone now- she could be dominant, rather than being pushed down by Marielle. Niah was inexperienced, and had no idea what kind of trouble she was about to get herself into.
Niah could tell the mare was much older than herself. Was she a threat to her leadership? Definitely. Niah zipped in and nipped the mare on the muzzle before backing out and trotting away. She wrung her tail and snorted. She would be in charge here. The roan mare wanted a taste of her mother's life. She knew she'd die soon enough. Her belly was overly swollen, the stallion who'd covered her too large. Oh, if she'd just listened to her mother, perhaps she would've survived many more years. The appy snorted and moved back closer to the herd arrogantly.

Liannah
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Liannah nodded. "I think a meadow would be a good place to start. Most horses are probably hungry from the winter." She shook her mane free of dirt and began at a slow trot towards the fields she knew of. She herself was pregnant, as well as the other two mares. They needed to go slowly. It wasn't worth the risk of injuring the unborn foals with all the bouncing around, just to go faster. The tobiano mare showed even further as they neared the field. There would surely be horses nearby. "There should be herds here. I'm not sure where but- whoa." She paused, seeing a large herd of fifteen or so mares. "How about that herd? The stallion is busy fighting another, you could snake a mare or two away while he's busy." Liannah blinked and looked again at the herd. Was she seeing this right? One stallion had such a huge herd? She then noticed there was another bachelor with him, probably his brother. All the same, they were distracted.

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Kathida trotted across the hilly plains, her hooves loving the feel of soft grass underneath them. She had never been anywhere like this really. She'd been in shows or a barn all her life, simple dirt arenas. They were quite gross actually, the dust would get lodged in her perfect white coat! She loves her coat being perfect of course, what mare didn't? The Marwari showed seeing a stallion. He was stocky, and definitely older than herself. She perked her curved ears towards him, watching his little display. She wondered whether he had experience, being that he had no mares. Perhaps he'd just stayed in his barn over winter like herself. There had been plenty of hay, and no predators were willing to cross the roads, where the hind walking creature's monsters were sleeping. They were large and shiny, with wheels. The hindealkers would just let the monsters eat them right up, before getting spit out again when the monster returned. It was a strange thing, certainly. Anyways, the monsters had seemed to scare off most predators heading her way. She'd had a peaceful winter, and now she had to find the stallion most fit for herself, being the best mare in the lands of course. She trotted around him, her head held high as she observed the stallion's display. His mane and tail were in good shape, however his coloration wasn't ideal. He was some sort of Frisian mix, not a purebred like herself. Kathida snorted, and paused, continuing to watch him. He was strong and large, he could protect her- but what wasn't his personality? She didn't like his breed or coloration particularly. Kathida needed to find a stallion soon however. He was only half Friesan, clearly, so at least her foal wouldn't have the hideous curly mane. As long as her foal had her curved ears she'd be satisfied. If he or she was pure white- even better. She had to carry on her magnificent bloodline, she was a true Marwari, an excellent specimen, as her hindwalkers had said. Kathida held her head high. Perhaps he'd do. Perhaps.

My gallery · by **CaffeinatedLlama** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 3:40 pm

REVOLUTION

Lead mare ♦ 15 years ♦ Heat: Pregnant ♦ Mood: Casual ♦ Tags:Harley, Hope

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Revolution felt uneasy following Harley and Alaska, and soon she began to fall behind. Making up her mind, she turned and walked back to Riot. He was trying to get Nihna to cross, and then she saw Hope standing beside the river. It was deep, and her foal would never get across. Seeing that they where in the same situation, she nosed Rebel forward, and went to stand beside Hope and Riot. "Hey. I can take Hope and we can go hide and find you after" she said, ears flicking back to the fight that was going on a little while away. A black appaloosa stallion was desperately trying to re-claim his mares, but it was a lost cause. She nosed Rebel forward so Riot could see her, and smiled weakly. "She has your face" she said, nibbling the dun foal's tiny mane gently. Rebel looked up at the stallion before reaching up and bumping her nose against his. Revolution laughed, her filly was such a character. She had forgotten about the other stallions, though and her ears pricked forward as she heard a bellow from the ridge. They had arrived, and where going to steal Riot's herd. Her brow creased with worry and she pinned her ears uneasily. "Good luck. Don't let any anger get a hold of you, and rember that you are lighter than them, able to dodge easily. Also know that even if you don't come out the winner, you tried your best. I'll see you after." She said quickly, before giving his mane a nibble and heading over to Hope. She gave the arabian mare's rump a slight nibble, before taking her a safe distance away. They couldn't cross because of their foals, so their only bet was to walk a bit more away, and hope that the stallions wouldn't steal them because of their newborns. Revolution nudged Rebel behind her, and sat down. She didn't want the filly to see any violence. She kept her head turned away, as she didn't like fighting either.

ENDEAVOUR
Herd Stallion♠ 16 years ♠ Herd: Paige, Demeter ♠ Mood: Casual ♠ Tags: Demeter, Paige, Yukon, Riot's herd, Thowra's herd, Vagabond's herd, Karlos
I CAN AND I WILL. WATCH ME.

Endeavour smiled. This mare wasn't going to be easy to claim, but he would try. "Yukon. Never heard of that name before. It's nice though. I like it. Would you, by any chance, be looking for a herd?" he said, calmly swishing his tail. Hearing an uproar, he saw the arabian stallion from before had rounded up his mares and taken off. The duo of stallions he had seen before where getting closer, and he wanted to steal some mares. The herd was so big that they might not even notice. He'd also noticed a younger stallion prancing around earlier. Younger than him, with not many mares. He might try claiming them too. He would have to claim this mare first though.

ALOUETTE

Herd foal ♠ 7 months ♠ Herd: Vagabond's ♠Mood: Scared, Lonely♠ Tags: Everyone

IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT.

Alouette trembled, being jostled around by so many horses. Lotus had protected her for a while, but they had been separated a while ago. There where so many mares, and she couldn't find Fable. She squealed, trying to be heard, but was ignored and almost trampled. Suddenly, she saw Fable. She ran towards her, squealing in fright, but just as she got there a chestnut stallion came out of nowhere and swept her dam away. "MAMA! MAMA!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes. Now she was alone, and her mum was gone. The only mare she knew in Jericho's old herd had been Lotus, and she was nowhere. Running, she burst to the edge of the herd and looked around. There she was. A chestnut arabian, standing proudly in the river, protecting her mares...wait hang on, that was a stallion. She saw a small group of horses off in the distance, but there where several of them and Fable could be in any one of them. Her face crumpled in dispair and she fell to her knees, giving up. She was never going to find her again. She squealed loudly, hoping, hoping that someone would hear her.

My gallery · by **Insignia.Peril** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 5:16 pm

Sunny flared his nostrils at the stallion, angry and annoyed. The nip on the withers had hurt him, but then again it was his fault for trailing them a bit too closely - if he was going to succeed in winning over a mare from him he would have to be close, but far enough away as to not draw risk to himself. He barely dodged a sturdy kick from the clydesdale, pinning his ears flat back against his head. For no other reason except for his own health, the stallion begrudgingly backed off. He knew he'd be back, he'd just need to enlist the help of some other males.

(Just gonna wait to post for the others until the fight dies down but I'll reserve posts here. I'm sorry in advance if I accidentally miss if you reserved a mare)
Reserved for Aden

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Reserved for Riot

Reserved for Basilio

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My gallery · by **Λlpha** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:28 pm

Thowra only just caught the mare's name before he turned his attention to Riot's herd. He watched from the tree border as Riot and his large herd attempted an escape. Two other stallions followed them and Thowra felt himself tensing in fear. What if they hurt that pretty grey Arabian? He thought worriedly, still wanting her for his own herd. Soon, the group of horses were out of sight and Thowra could go and care for his own herd. First on his list was retrieving Artemis. He set off at a brisk trot and quickly found her, rounding her up and sending her on her way. It was foolish of her to react that way, but then again, she was only young. He heard a nicker from Arya and he pricked his ears. Scenting the air, he noticed that she was well into her heat, as was Caribou. Thowra pranced up to Arya, arching his neck and making sure to show off his rippling muscles. By the time he reached her (which was only a few seconds) Thowra was quivering in excitement. He had caught the Spring Fever that made every horse full of joy and life...and an unsatisfiable desire to cover every mare he laid his eyes on.

((Seriously lacking muse. Sorry.))

My gallery · by **Rosas** » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:42 pm

~Only true kings drink lion blood~

|| - A M A D E U S - ||

|| Stallion || Loner || 8 years old ||Looks:Click ||Akhal-teke || Coverings: 0|| Tags: Cricket, Omusa, Chase||

The stallion smiled at the mare. As she begun to groom him though, he returned the favor to her, grooming her mane as well. She had a very fluffy mane too and he kinda liked that. The little filly was adorable and he also knew that the mare would be lead. He didn't mind what mare would be lead, really. He was happy with any of his mares to take charge. Amadeus was wondering what was going on in the distance. He saw a giant herd and two stallions fighting- and more stallions snaking mares away. That was interesting. He watched, quite curious of what was going to happen.

~Friends are kisses blown to us by angels~

|| - A N G E L - ||

|| Mare || 7 years || Looks: Click || Purebred Spanish horse||Herd: Aden's|| Covered || Tags: Aden||

The mare looked at her stallion, bringing another mare. She trotted around the new mare excitedly to have another member in the herd. But as soon as the stallion came back, Angel pinned her ears back. She took a few steps back so she wouldn't get hit by the Irish draft. She snorted quite annoyed. He had plenty of mares anyway! She didn't know why he needed so many. That was enough for him, and some of his mares were pregnant too which would mean more foals! That was enough for him! She pawed the ground, annoyed.

~Even the sweetest person is bitter~

|| ~ M A R K ~ ||

|| Stallion|| 13 years old || Looks: Click || Appaloosa||Coverings: 4 || Tags:Herd, Karlos and Vagabond||
||Herd members: Lady, Marielle, Pandora||

Mark snorted. He managed to injure the stallion pretty well. He looked at Marielle who approached and closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing, as she hugged him- sort of. ''I did. And i accepted that my mares got stolen. I do still have you 3. But this doesn't mean that the fight is over. No. It's not even the beginning. I might be wounded pretty well- but if i killed a wolf... I might as well teach this guy a lesson. After all, I've injured him pretty well. The fight is not over, and it won't be unless i am happy with him being taught my lesson. And this is so he'd learn to never come near my herd ever again.'' He said,
in a oddly calm tone. He took a few steps forward to the stallion, watching as he was going to approach another herd. No. Mark won't let him. Tough. He already exterminated his herd and Jericho's and he did feel bad for the poor stallion. He hoped he was still going to do pretty well though. Mark suddenly ran after the stallion and AIMED for another, good, hard kick. He hoped he would of hit the stallion. He wasn't done. ''My friend, this is only the beginning. Where do you think you're going, huh?''He said, taking a few steps back. He wasn't going to let the stallion go until he'd be brave enough to still fight.''Awww, what is it? Are you going to just run away, just like that? Are you too scared?"'

(Sorry if he seems like he's pushing it- but i do want a pretty good fight. Don't worry, he'll let Vagabond go soon if needed.
X3 )

~Thunder is the sound of hoofbeats in haven~

|| - E L E C T R A - ||

|| Mare || 6 years old || Looks: Click || Lipizzan ||Herd: Lorenzo || Tags: Cinder||

Electra kept following Cinder who seemed to just be lead. Electra stopped as she saw a few stallions in the distance, snaking mares away from some herds. ''Maybe you can snake a mare away from there? There's a lot of them,
Lorenzo.''She said, flicking her tail, getting rid of the annoying flies.

~Life is too sweet to be bitter~

|| - S W E E T I E - ||

|| Female/ filly || 10 months old || Looks Click || Purebred Spanish horse|| Tags: Kairi ||

Sweetie snorted. She swished her short tail- which wasn't that small anymore. She looked at her mother- honestly, she was sad she had to stay. Sweetie wanted to go with her. She was the one who decided to take her in and take care of her too. She admired Kairi for that, and she was very thankful for her. But choosing to stay with such stallion did make her angry and confused.
Sweetie looked at the stallion, with a frown and then back at her mother. ''I hope i'll see you around after i leave though. Thank you for taking care of me and being there for me when no one else would.''

(waiting for more replies)

~Devils are not the only sinners~

|| ~ D I A B L O ~ ||

|| Stallion|| 18 years old || Looks: Click||Friesian|| Coverings: 2 || Tags: Herd||
|| Herd members: Lyric, Jolene, Elena ||

The stallion saw a huge herd in the distance. It was perfect. It seemed like two stallions were working together. He smirked and looked at his mares. ''Stay here. I'll be back.''He said. He trotted over to the herd and went at the back of the herd. He picked a very random mare to snake away. Unlucky him, he picked a mare with a colt... Great. He rolled his eyes, and he quickly snaked the away from the giant herd. Diablo was huge so one stallion was distracted. The other was a bit smaller than he was which was great. Diablo was also way older- so if the brown stallion would try to fight, he'd just have to injure him.

~Secrets are mistakes for liars~

|| ~ S E C R E T ~ ||

|| Mare || 15 years old || Looks: click|| Rocky mountain||Herd: Wolf's || Pregnant || Tags: Riff's herd||

Secret saw a herd in the distance. She walked over to them, and her head was down full of sadness- but also respect. She let out a quiet nicker to them and stood just a bit far away from them to give them their personal space. She swished her tail and she looked at her belly. Yep... She did start to look quite pregnant.... She was unsure if the stallion of that herd would try and kill her foal after it has been born. She didn't want that... Secret looked at the other mare. She was pretty indeed. She also seemed very friendly. She hoped she'd make good friends. But in the same time, again. She just wished her foal wouldn't be a colt. She didn't want him to be killed. She thought about the two names again. Romeo... Or Aurora? Romance. Or beauty? Colt? Or filly? Hard to choose. Honestly, even though she wished it wouldn't be a colt because of this stallion... She wanted a colt deep down inside.. A strong, tall, fit stallion who would treat mares just right. ...A stallion she never had the chance to have. But having a pretty mare who would carry on her blood line and provide beautiful foals was very entertaining too. Secret was confused. She had a mixture of feelings. She felt sorrow and pain- but in the same time, she felt excited and wanting.

(Waiting for more replies)

~The truth is out there but the lies are still in your head~

|| ~ A M A R A ~ ||

|| Mare || 13 years old || Looks: Click|| Gipsy vanner||Herd: Vagabond's|| Tags: Pandora ||

The mare snorted angrily and aimed to kick the stallion. She did NOT want to get touched by him or anyone else. He didn't even prove himself worthy of keeping her! Even if he was older, Amara didn't like weak stallions. Submitting to another stallion? Did this one have some sort of brain damage? He would miss on breeding, claiming mares and taking care of a herd on his own- even making mares carry on his blood line! And he just let everything go to the other stallion that was smaller than him? This one must be very stupid. She agreed with the appaloosa, only the weak just let themselves get played around with like puppets. She wanted NOTHING to do with those two.They already had plenty of mares, and if she were to go, that would just be minus one. After all, the bigger the herd, the easier it is to steal mares. And if a few mares do wander off, those two would be busier with others and maybe one day, in winter, a few horses would get lost and even let mares just die!

(Will post for her later, i gotta go XD )

~Flowers blossom only when you smile~

|| ~ L I L Y ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 13 years old || Looks: click||Gipsy Vanner||Herd: Basilo's || Tags: Basilo, Juliette|

''We're going somewhere lovely, dear. Don't worry. We're just finding a better place to go to.'' She said, and gently pushed Ziva beside her. Lily was already happy with her filly. She loved her already and she loved caring for her. She was cute, very tiny and Lily simply thought she was pretty. She'd grow up into a very pretty mare soon. But it would take a long time for her to grow up. So she wouldn't worry about that right now. Things seemed pretty alright for now. The mare kept a good eye on her surroundings and her filly. She stood alert in any cases of dangers.

~Everything is sparkly to me~

|| ~ S A V A N N A H ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 12 years old || Looks: click||Gipsy vanner||Herd: Cerberus' || Tags: Cerberus||

''Yes, iv'e been in many, darling. Why you asking?''She said, and lowered her head down to graze. He looked around and saw two stallions circling a herd with a appaloosa stallion. She looked at Inez, and made her look the way she was looking. ''Well this would be interesting to watch~ A little bit of fighting and drama doesn't hurt,
does it? I don't know who will win, but if the two stallions win, it would be interesting to see what they would do after.''She said, and watched the exciting fight go on. She was excited.

~Words don't mean anything~

|| ~ A L A S K A ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 15 years old || Looks: Click||Gipsy Vanner || Herd: Riot's || Tags: Herd||

The mare was quite confused why everyone was so agitated. But when she saw the problem, she saw Riot being slightly panicked. She respected Riot and she understood why he was so scared. He didn't want to loose his mares because he cared a lot about all of them. At the thought of it, Alaska gave the stallion a small smile- reassuring him that everything will be okay. She calmly moved along with Harley as she gently pushed her somewhere. The mare flicked her tail getting rid of the annoying flies. She then begun to trot around a little bit- kinda confused by what was going on.

~Your soul belongs to your freedom~

|| ~ G H O S T ~ ||

|| Mare || Loner || 18 years old || Looks: click||Mustang||Herd:Wildfire's||Tags:Wildfire, Denaria||

The mare looked around. There was one pretty mare in the distance. She gently pushed her stallion to her and trotted up to the mare. She let him do the talk this time. Ghost was unsure if the mare would be nice or not. But there was one thing for sure if this new mare would join the herd. Ghost would remain as lead. She was way older and she had a very strong build. She could win any challenge any time.

(Posting for her later, i gotta go X3 )

My gallery · by **steve rogers.** » Fri Jun 02, 2017 12:26 am

a r a b e l l a - t h e n e i g h b o r h o o d
arabella - mare - four - tinker x quarter horse cross - 16.2hh - tagged: open
arabella looked down at the dried patch of grass she was currently grazing at. her eyes flickered nervously around, ears twitching to hear every sound and movement. riddled with anxiety, the white mare lifted her drafty head. her legs coated in mud, and splatters from the dried sandy like mud making her look like she has gotten dapples. of course, she would never get to wash it off, unless it rained, as she had a serious fear of water. being born on a small beach didn't make sense to be scared, but she was.

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