[ run wild ! ] [ wild horse rp, open ! ]

[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘕𝘖𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 4 yrs old iii. thoroughbred heat. stage 4 foals. none stallion. none mood. curious, excited
━━ mentions. -- tags. Phoenix, Biscuit, Rebel, Everest

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Just as she had taken a step back the stallion stopped, his ears flicking before he turned to the mare and foals that stood just beside him. She knew that he stopped because she stepped away which she was grateful for as it helped calm her nerves. Noelle was four years old now, she should have a foal on her hip and be secure in a stallion's herd already but the dappled mare seemed to have a knack for evading bachelor stallions. Noelle wasn't a particularly strong mare but she was fast and able to squeeze into densely wooded places that large stallions couldn't. She watched the interaction between the horses quietly- the stallion seemed confused for a few moments like he was questioning something she said but he reached towards the large mare to touch his muzzle to hers which had Noelle deathly curious. Her sire had never done such things with her dam or the other mares in her birth-herd. She remembered the flash of teeth, there was no love in that herd, not even friendly greetings like that stallion shared with the mare before her- it had her puzzled and she snorted curiously, taking a few steps towards them. Perhaps he was one of the kind stallions her dam had told her to go find.

Then her eyes settled on the two foals beside the large mare- she knew for certain neither of those foals were sired by the dappled stallion. The mare kept them too closely guarded from him for them to be and they seemed to be an entirely different breed from the stallion and he seemed borderline tolerant towards them. Quickly though her attention broke away from the two cuties and she focused once more on the stallion when he nickered at her. The sound was soft and friendly. She pranced nervously for a few moments, her weight shifting from each hoof. She let her tail flag up into the air as she did so, her ears flicked for only a moment in uncertainty before she settled and returned a nicker to him. He moved slowly and deliberately, not with the aggression and dominance that she had come to expect. It put her nerves at ease and that much was obvious as she visibly relaxed, her legs no longer tensed and ready to bolt, her head held lower just a smidge, and her eyes weren't darting around as if to look for an escape route. She was intrigued by him, captivated if you will. Phoenix was his name, she liked it. It sounded powerful- it was a memorable name. "Phoenix, like the bird of fire." she spoke his name quietly deciding that she liked how it sounded as it rolled from her tongue and she took a few steps towards him. If she wanted to she could reach out and touch him with her muzzle but instead she pranced around him for a moment. She came to a stop infront of him, casting a glance to the mare she now knew as Miss Biscuit. She looked to be a capable mare with two foals to look after, Noelle might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but she knew a mare with foals so young wouldn't concern herself with a stallion who couldn't keep she and her foals safe.

With that in mind Noelle turned to face him again, a soft smile graced her features, "I'm Noelle." Her name came simply from her muzzle, it was a reminder of the winter, a reminder of the first snows that foals would play in. She stretched her head forward now, her nostrils quivered as she took in his scent, it excited her and she gave a squeal tossing her head just the slightest. Her tail swished excitedly to and fro, flagging into the air and she paiffed for a few moments before settling striking the ground with her hoof scoring it in the process. The reaction was not one of her own, but rather one of a young and naive mare in the throws of her heat. As kind as Noelle's mother had been she wasn't the most informative mare which had caused quite the confusion when she had this unbearable itch she couldn't quite get rid of, it never lasted terribly long but it seemed to pull stallions to her like gnats which confused her even more. Quickly though after she settled and seemed to regain her composure she looked Phoenix up and down, uncertainty filled her warm and youthful gaze "You wouldn't hurt your mares, would you Phoenix?" Her question was spoken softly voice laced with a type of hurt that was many years old, her ears perked and listening for his reply. She could only hope he was honest with her, she didn't want to fall into a herd with a stallion akin to her father. Phoenix didn't seem like the type but Noelle had only just met him, granted he excited part of her greatly which she didn't understand quite yet, she didn't want to be tied down to a stallion who didn't care for her, in her opinion she would be better off alone or finding another harem of mares to join.

[eleutheromania]

── 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰
[ ten years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: two ] [ band stallion: joker ] [ tagged: joker, kip ]

he seemed rather pleased with himself though it did not take long for his age to rear its head. the mare snorted as she watched him grow excited and do exactly what she had not expected him to do but honestly, asanti was not surprised with his behavior. she would be surprised if kip didn't kick out at him even if he had pulled himself together and backed up. an apology was then given, it seemed to the both of them and the ten year old simply stayed silent currently. she was growing thoughtful of her decision, he had a lot to learn and needed better control of himself, though he would make rather strong foals, one reason she had decided to take him up on his offer.

the mare merely moved slightly away from the two, lowering her head to graze on the grass until joker pulled himself together and got on good terms with the newcomer. once he had done his job in the matter, she would make this mare know she was not playing any games. this mare was curious enough the asanti figured she wouldn't be too deterred with joker's behavior.

── 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨
[ five years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: three ] [ band stallion: -- ] [ tagged: farrah, nox ]

the young mare had been chasing after farrah when she had nearly went straight into the stallion. of course she herself had slowed upon seeing the almost collision. tossing her head, her eyes glanced at him warily as she kept her distance and decided to let farrah do all the talking for now. ramona was wary of the stranger, though he seemed not to harm them currently. she was usually unsure around new horses at times and it seemed that today was no different, minus her new companion. she huffed, slowly making her way a little closer though not enough to go about exchanging scents with the new stallion. it seemed he was rather confused as to why they were running.

well he did have a point, most horses didn't go running full speed about unless something was behind them, though this had just been fun and games from what ramona had put together. that being said, farrah cleared up the confusion rather easily and soon she herself had eased her way towards her friend, though she remained almost completely behind her, her gaze non too friendly currently. she was sure this stallion would protect them, should farrah and ramona decide that but even then, he seemed rather experienced enough to keep them with him if they wanted.

── 𝑴𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑴
[ eight years ] [ stallion ] [ no mares ] [ tagged: ariah, meredith, estrella ]

he could tell the mare did not seem too happy with his first approach and honestly maelstrom did not care at the moment until she was with the other two. snorting, he came to a halt once she was close enough to ariah and meredith, though the stallion was going to start going about his business until his mare spoke up. he decided to wait for now to speak, letting the mare introduce herself for now before he would slide into the conversation. the onyx stallion moved over the ariah, reaching out to groom the older mare for a moment as he waited on estrella to give a response. she would no gain his full attention until ariah was finished, he was polite in a sense but he also lacked a little patience at times.

[na'vi.]

★━━━ ❝ 𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘓 ❞

━━ i. mare ii. 14 yrs old iii. andalusian heat. stage 2 foals. none stallion. none mood. content, friendly
━━ mentions. -- tags. Geode

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The completely grey mare laid in the thick grasses happily, her breath came in steady waves, her head bobbing up and down as she snoozed. Citadel was never the type of horse who slept standing up often, and this was one of many times the mare liked to take advantage of the gentle sun that warmed her pelt. She had managed to find a nice little nook, tucked away from most of the action and testosterone driven bachelors that roamed about trying to pick up anything with four legs and a mane. Citadel had been there done that, of course the bothersome pull of her estrus had her considering to go find a stallion but the mare was enjoying the peace and quiet. Some stallions were too in your face for her liking, others were just concerned about breeding as much as possible to insure a pregnancy, and some were simply inexperienced. She had lost her old herd two years ago, one she was in for nearly eight years. Her old stallion was the type who was very dominate over his mares, never rough or abusive, just the 'macho man' type. She regretted joining his herd so young, she had been in the throws of her heat and made the rash decision to join his folly. By the time she wanted to leave she already had a foal still on her hip and had been covered by him once more. Not only did she refuse to risk her offspring but she had formed close bonds with the mares. However a mountain lion had ripped the stallion away and the mares fled, each of them running with their foals and the herd was broken in the blink of an eye.

Now though Citadel felt the stirring desire to be alongside a herd, band, or even harem again. Some company would be nice. With a snort the mare finally batted her eyes open, coming face to face with tall blades of grass she forced her front legs under her frame and got up with a groan of effort. Once on all four legs she gave herself a mighty shake, a cloud of dust and debris coming from her pelt and she lowered her head, ripping up a clump of bright green foliage. This early into the season it was tender and soft, tasty too. The mare walked a few paces, her pelt becoming blotted with shade and patches of light. The little nook she found was very a mix between a sparse forest, meadow, and thicket. She had found many goodies in the patch of land that kept her here, her weight was back up from that of winter, her belly had a nice round to it and her hips and rump had filled out once more. She grazed peacefully, her tail swishing against her hocks as she did so. Citadel was a wise mare, she knew full well what she was doing as she swished her tail. The entire area smelled of her and like her heat- she'd be half lying if she said she hoped a stallion didn't come across her. Nevertheless the mare moved on, her ears perking as a round object came into view. A whuff of curiosity left her muzzle and she pranced over to it, her velveteen lips wobbled against the object and her nostrils quivered as she smelled it. Lifting her head she used her hoof to strike at the object, her ears perking and letting out a squeal of both surprise and curiosity as orange flesh was revealed inside of it. The smell from the object was stronger now, sugary and sweet. Allured Citadel nipped at it, taking a piece and happily eating the small bite she did. She hadn't had anything like it before, it was soft and sweet, refreshing too.

Deciding she wanted more she leaned down to take another chunk into her muzzle, no bigger than half an apple and lifted her head, her mouth full of the melon. Her warm and content gaze drifted along the little slice of paradise she was in and locked on a figure not too far from her. Upon finishing her bite of the melon she drew air into her lungs, taking in the stranger's scent, a stallion. She let out a neigh to him, beckoning him towards her. Who was this strange stallion? How had she not smelled or notice him come into the little area she found? Having attempted to call him to her she lowered her head once more to steal another bite from the melon, raising her head and flicking it slightly so her long forelock fell more to the side of her face and her mane laid neatly against her neck.

(note; she found a cantaloupe c:)

[w0ah]

| ★ | 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍
i. stallion ii. ten y/o iii. bachelor iv. clearing v. royalty & valeria

iiiindentSolomon drew out a laugh, his eyes following her sleek figure as she brushed past him. “Young mare as the like of you, right?” His frame followed hers, turning toward her backside now as she swished her tail back and forth, teasingly. “Ah, Royalty──only a name suited for a very special someone.” His eyes danced along her coat, studying each angle and groove along her frame. With the scent of her heat clogging his nostrils in a tsunami of hormones, the marwari was tempted to mount her right then and there, no questions involved──though a stallion with experience in the delicate handles of mares and managing a herd, he’d wait it out until Royalty allowed him such coverage. Though, Solomon worried of such. Depending on how old this mare really was, would it do her any good to go through another pregnancy, if even winter could end her so easily? Would it be harmful to her, would she die from such an experience? He wouldn’t dare dream of killing a mare in such a way, all due to his lustful and instinctual ways──it would be a horrible thing to do.

iiiindentBrushing against the mare’s flank, Solomon came around to her side, where the dark-pelted mare stood, her head turned just slightly toward him so that she could see him. “I am Solomon, the wise and wealthy King of Israel──fabulously royal.” He then paused in his banter, a smirk lining his muzzle. “Ah, how coincidental, ey?” With his flank brushing alongside hers each time they swayed, the stallion stretched out his neck and nibbled the side of the mare’s neck playfully, enjoying their casual conversation together. Though, whilst enjoying this moment, another sound flooded his ears──a mare’s call.

iiiindentHe instantly picked up his head and perked up in attention, facing the direction of the call. There, standing in the open, a large and stocky mare stood in wait as she peered over toward them. Before the stallion could do a thing, Royalty had already responded to the stranger in a low, beckoning sound, then waiting for her to proceed toward them. She came easily, not even waiting mere seconds before taking the invitation toward them. Young, she seemed, and rather rambunctious as well──her muscular frame rippled with every step, mane bouncing with her gait. Though she halted, rather suddenly, when Solomon realized the mare standing beside him had altered their stance; she, clearly readying herself, held a dominant stature, even bulking up her frame. The new mare, though, did not back down to her motion; she, too, expressed her dominance, snorting in response as she showed more of the muscle beneath her skin. Now the stallion knew he needed to step-in, just to get at least a word or two in before the mares began clawing at each other's necks. “Hello there.” He greeted the new mare, lowering his head slightly as he moved from beside Royalty. His tail swished as he passed her, though, indicating that she should stand back before attempting to display any dominance to this stranger. If Royalty was experienced in in such a situation, which Solomon was quite certain she was, then she’d know that scaring off a new mare as soon as they’d appeared would make it more difficult to build a herd, which was an essential task they’d need to fulfill in order to survive──for both the older mare’s sake and his own. “My name is Solomon, and behind me is Royalty──and what about you, miss? We'd be delighted to meet you.”

| ★ | 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄
i. mare ii. five y/o iii. lone mare iv. clearing v. trigger & nefertiti

iiiindentDipping her head slightly, Imogene let out a solemn sigh as she listened to the stallion speak. “How awful.” She replied, voice low and filled with an abundance of emotion. She knew how troublesome a winter could be──even she had been greatly affected by the last particularly harsh winter, having been separated from many of those she trusted and fondly cared for. “I’m… terribly sorry, Trigger, that you have been put through such horrible events. I only hope our next winter won’t be too harsh on you, on the both of us.” Raising her head in a slow motion, the mare glanced off into the distance, toward a forest that lay barren and unwelcoming. “We’ve all had our share of tragedies, haven’t we. A winter is one harsh time for any creature.”

iiiindentSuddenly, a high-pitched, piercing whinny came from above, instantly grabbing the mare’s attention. She snapped her head toward the knoll just paces away where, atop its crest, stood a dark-pelted mare with a blaze running down her face, from forehead to nose. This mare did not wait for a response from either of the pair, just simply began trotting toward them in a quick and confident gait. Imogene watched, carefully, as she neared, simply waiting for Trigger to do something about this. By the looks of it, it seemed she had already caught the attention of the like, being that was her intent. She looked… desperate, for one reason or another, to get to them, even continuing her nickering as she neared. Imogene merely stood and returned a low response, keeping her frame stiff and unwavering.

| ★ | 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐇
i. mare ii. eight y/o iii. lone mare iv. clearing v. maelstrom, ariah, & estrella

iiiindentMeredith had once stood alone, merely moments ago, though now she stood among three other equines──two being mares, one older and the other rather foolishly young, and the other being a stallion, dark and sturdy in appearance. In merely a flash of movements, the younger mare had been rounded toward where she stood, where then the older mare that had once stood idly beside the stallion treaded closer, introducing herself to the other. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Meredith flicked her tail in a fluid motion, ears perked straight atop her head. Her stance was stiff, not a flinch nor sway. She would wait, she guessed, until she was included in such… conversation──for it seemed this stallion, that now stood off onto the side, was looking to claim them both today.

iiiindentGlancing toward the paint, Meredith watched the jumpy mare as she stared toward the other, seeming anxiously waiting for something to happen. Obviously she wasn’t quite experienced in such happenings──Meredith had eight years of it, though she could already tell that the roan topped her even in age. No matter, the standardbred was not one to look for a challenge, nor a brawl for dominance. She knew the usual drill, as it was always the same within every herd. The eldest mares, those with the most years of experience, would always take the lead; any that challenged her were either foolhardy or looking for trouble, for a mare in lead almost always never backed-down from their rightful positioning.

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
mare
heat two
five years
stallion: --
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

The other mare seemed as unsure as her. Estrella knew she was young, and this much older roan mare would probably claim lead mare position, that didn't mean that Estrella would accept this without rivaling her a bit. Despite her young age, Estrella had wit, smarts, and charm. She was a natural leader, tending to be bossy, but she was too young to have gotten much of a taste of leadership. As the roan sniffed her, Estrella proceeded to sniff her as well. "I'm Estrella." She was fairly calm, but wanted this stallion to flirt with her more before she handed herself over. While the paint knew this wasn't every stallion's way of doing things, she hoped he would at least be courteous and kind. The dark brown stallion had lovely physical attributes, and looked sturdy enough to protect her and the other mares from harm. If she chose to join his herd. The sun was young in the sky, blocked slightly by clouds. It was just enough to warm the area, and the paint's coat, and to melt the dew. Estrella's ice blue and chocolate brown orbs roamed, inspecting the mare the stallion had snaked Estrella closer to. They then wandered back to the roan mare, and the dark stallion. "Mhm. Ariah, good to meet you." Estrella held no hard feelings from the run-and-snake move the onyx stallion had pulled, but it had made her a little hesitant.

[ m a l c o l m ]
stallion
ten years
mares: --
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

Roaming the land, Malcolm kept his eye out for mares. While he ached for the mares he had lost, the stallion knew that he should build his herd again. The thoroughbred was almost into his prime, and his sturdy and muscular body rippled with long strides. His long black mane tapped his neck as he cantered. Malcolm came upon a meadow, full of tall, swaying green grass that moved like dancers in the wind. He spotted an Appaloosa mare and her foal. To move into the meadow, Malcolm had to move carefully down a rocky outcropping. The bay stallion wasn't sure how defensive the mare would be over her young-looking foal, so Malcolm kept distance between him and the Appaloosa mare. From a distance, he gave a friendly nicker. His posture was relaxed, as to offer calmness to the mare. As usual, he planned to be courteous and let the mare do as she pleased. Claiming a mare with a foal could result in her panicking, nipping, and attacking a stallion in defense of her foal. While Malcolm had never had a mare attack him over her foal, he had stepped too close a few times, and received a warning kick or nip from the anxious mothers. The sun felt soft as butter on his dark coat, and after the long night, it was heaven sent. Malcolm waited for the mare's response before proceeding.

[eleutheromania]

── 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰
[ ten years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: two ] [ band stallion: joker ] [ tagged: joker, kip ]

he seemed rather pleased with himself though it did not take long for his age to rear its head. the mare snorted as she watched him grow excited and do exactly what she had not expected him to do but honestly, asanti was not surprised with his behavior. she would be surprised if kip didn't kick out at him even if he had pulled himself together and backed up. an apology was then given, it seemed to the both of them and the ten year old simply stayed silent currently. she was growing thoughtful of her decision, he had a lot to learn and needed better control of himself, though he would make rather strong foals, one reason she had decided to take him up on his offer.

the mare merely moved slightly away from the two, lowering her head to graze on the grass until joker pulled himself together and got on good terms with the newcomer. once he had done his job in the matter, she would make this mare know she was not playing any games. this mare was curious enough the asanti figured she wouldn't be too deterred with joker's behavior.

── 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨
[ five years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: three ] [ band stallion: -- ] [ tagged: farrah, nox ]

the young mare had been chasing after farrah when she had nearly went straight into the stallion. of course she herself had slowed upon seeing the almost collision. tossing her head, her eyes glanced at him warily as she kept her distance and decided to let farrah do all the talking for now. ramona was wary of the stranger, though he seemed not to harm them currently. she was usually unsure around new horses at times and it seemed that today was no different, minus her new companion. she huffed, slowly making her way a little closer though not enough to go about exchanging scents with the new stallion. it seemed he was rather confused as to why they were running.

well he did have a point, most horses didn't go running full speed about unless something was behind them, though this had just been fun and games from what ramona had put together. that being said, farrah cleared up the confusion rather easily and soon she herself had eased her way towards her friend, though she remained almost completely behind her, her gaze non too friendly currently. she was sure this stallion would protect them, should farrah and ramona decide that but even then, he seemed rather experienced enough to keep them with him if they wanted.

── 𝑴𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑴
[ eight years ] [ stallion ] [ no mares ] [ tagged: ariah, meredith, estrella ]

her name was that of estrella and while the other mare he had yet to know the name of stayed silent, the stallion stopped grooming that of ariah and moved forward towards her. he was just the older mare would then focus on that of meredith, there was only one of him after all. should this mare prove slightly more work then needed, he would need her to at least keep meredith busy. he moved towards the mare, stretching out his neck as he went to exchange scents with her for now. mael had yet to speak and rightfully so, silence spoke louder than words in his mind at times. she was young, though not too green in a sense of experience. he could at least tell that much.

the stallion was sure she may quite possible give ariah a bit of a handful at first but he was quite sure she was the type of mare to put ones like estrella in her place rather quickly. it was enough that she had agreed to join him and now it was his turn to prove he could give her that of company and protection. these two mares would hopefully be enough, though more would always be better, he wouldn't get too cocky on the matter. the onyx stallion pulled his head back once he had familiarized himself with her and then moved along her side, running his head along that of her spine and then he nibbled at the base of her tail before stopping and moving back up, the hot air coming from his nostrils for sure touching that of her flank. of course he would expect her to protest, just a little of his invasion of her personal space and his body was tense and ready for it.

now he decided he would speak up. "estrella, it has a ring to it, quite appropriate. maelstrom." he said finally, his voice was rather low but held no sense of cockiness but more calm and collected. her scent did not taunt him like it would to a youngster and he knew it was far from strong enough for her to be rather eager with him from what he had learned throughout the years. of course if she would let him, he wouldn't hesitant.

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
among the stars
mare
heat two
five years
stallion: --
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

As the stallion moved forward, Estrella calmly observed him. While he took in her scent, she stretched her neck forwards and sniffed his. The onyx stallion was old enough to know what he was doing, just a few years short of his prime. His coolness, however, spoke of a much older stallion. His grooming was pleasant, though she wasn't sure if she was quite comfortable with a stallion she had just met doing so. "Thank you." She said, responding to his compliment. However, the farther down her spine he groomed, Estrella became more tense. She moved her legs, shuffling away slightly. Once he reached the base of her tail, Estrella whirled to the side to give a warning kick. It was simply a jab in the air, but it was enough to express her feelings. His hot breath was unfamiliar to her flank, which twitched at the sensation. She took a few steps away, out of his neck's reach. Estrella wouldn't let him groom her again too soon after the intrusion into her personal space. And if he had the foolish stupidity to attempt to mount her (Estrella doubted he would) then she would respond with a series of agitated kicks, jabs, and a nip on the flank. The paint had had a few experiences with bachelor stallions (and the occasional stupid and irritating stallion) but had evaded their attempts to claim her. Her youngness also provided her with a sense of nervousness around stallions, causing some of her actions towards Maelstrom.

[ m a l c o l m ]
fleeting love
stallion
ten years
mares: --
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

Roaming the land, Malcolm kept his eye out for mares. While he ached for the mares he had lost, the stallion knew that he should build his herd again. The thoroughbred was almost into his prime, and his sturdy and muscular body rippled with long strides. His long black mane tapped his neck as he cantered. Malcolm came upon a meadow, full of tall, swaying green grass that moved like dancers in the wind. He spotted an Appaloosa mare and her foal. To move into the meadow, Malcolm had to move carefully down a rocky outcropping. The bay stallion wasn't sure how defensive the mare would be over her young-looking foal, so Malcolm kept distance between him and the Appaloosa mare. From a distance, he gave a friendly nicker. His posture was relaxed, as to offer calmness to the mare. As usual, he planned to be courteous and let the mare do as she pleased. Claiming a mare with a foal could result in her panicking, nipping, and attacking a stallion in defense of her foal. While Malcolm had never had a mare attack him over her foal, he had stepped too close a few times, and received a warning kick or nip from the anxious mothers. The sun felt soft as butter on his dark coat, and after the long night, it was heaven sent. Malcolm waited for the mare's response before proceeding.

[eleutheromania]

── 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰
[ ten years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: two ] [ band stallion: joker ] [ tagged: joker, kip ]

he seemed rather pleased with himself though it did not take long for his age to rear its head. the mare snorted as she watched him grow excited and do exactly what she had not expected him to do but honestly, asanti was not surprised with his behavior. she would be surprised if kip didn't kick out at him even if he had pulled himself together and backed up. an apology was then given, it seemed to the both of them and the ten year old simply stayed silent currently. she was growing thoughtful of her decision, he had a lot to learn and needed better control of himself, though he would make rather strong foals, one reason she had decided to take him up on his offer.

the mare merely moved slightly away from the two, lowering her head to graze on the grass until joker pulled himself together and got on good terms with the newcomer. once he had done his job in the matter, she would make this mare know she was not playing any games. this mare was curious enough the asanti figured she wouldn't be too deterred with joker's behavior.

── 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨
[ five years ] [ mare ] [ no foals ] [ heat: three ] [ band stallion: -- ] [ tagged: farrah, nox ]

the young mare had been chasing after farrah when she had nearly went straight into the stallion. of course she herself had slowed upon seeing the almost collision. tossing her head, her eyes glanced at him warily as she kept her distance and decided to let farrah do all the talking for now. ramona was wary of the stranger, though he seemed not to harm them currently. she was usually unsure around new horses at times and it seemed that today was no different, minus her new companion. she huffed, slowly making her way a little closer though not enough to go about exchanging scents with the new stallion. it seemed he was rather confused as to why they were running.

well he did have a point, most horses didn't go running full speed about unless something was behind them, though this had just been fun and games from what ramona had put together. that being said, farrah cleared up the confusion rather easily and soon she herself had eased her way towards her friend, though she remained almost completely behind her, her gaze non too friendly currently. she was sure this stallion would protect them, should farrah and ramona decide that but even then, he seemed rather experienced enough to keep them with him if they wanted.

── 𝑴𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑴
[ eight years ] [ stallion ] [ no mares ] [ tagged: ariah, meredith, estrella ]

she seemed rather uncomfortable with his grooming and when he did go further, he pulled back upon her warning kick. he snorted, ears slightly lowering back at her behavior. not only was she rather nervous, which he could sense, she did not feel comfortable with him so close either. he blamed it on her young age for now. he wouldn't chase after her if that's what she was wanting. mael had no time for games that resulted in him waiting time just for one mare. a hoof hit the ground with a slight thump. though he was not attempting to cover her as of yet, he would sooner or later but he knew now was not the time. he decided to take a different approach possibly. maybe simple conversation would work rather than that of physical contact. "so estrella, is it company that you are looking for? as you were the one to call towards us and not the other way around." the stallion said, using the fact that she had been the one to first initiate this entire thing rather than himself.

[. mira .]

[ e s t r e l l a ]
among the stars
mare
heat two
five years
stallion: --
american paint horse
tags; maelstrom, meredith, ariah

It was true; she had been the one to initiate the meeting. This brought down her annoyance towards the stallion a little. He had come over to respond to her signal. "I suppose so. I mean, it felt unnatural to be a mare, wandering without a band." It had also been instinct. She spotted the horses and couldn't resist company. However, in her inexperiencedness, Estrella hadn't expected the stallion to sprint towards her, then snake her. "Yes. Company, and possibly a herd." The paint appreciated his acceptance of her unease. In response, she took a step forward, towards the dark stallion. He was beginning to regain her trust. Estrella was pleased that she had his full attention, though, of course, he was also watching his mare and possibly soon-to-be-mare. She always enjoyed attention. Estrella also noticed his ears, lowering at her reaction, and she softened her expression.

[ m a l c o l m ]
fleeting love
stallion
ten years
mares: --
thoroughbred
tags; majesty & royal

Roaming the land, Malcolm kept his eye out for mares. While he ached for the mares he had lost, the stallion knew that he should build his herd again. The thoroughbred was almost into his prime, and his sturdy and muscular body rippled with long strides. His long black mane tapped his neck as he cantered. Malcolm came upon a meadow, full of tall, swaying green grass that moved like dancers in the wind. He spotted an Appaloosa mare and her foal. To move into the meadow, Malcolm had to move carefully down a rocky outcropping. The bay stallion wasn't sure how defensive the mare would be over her young-looking foal, so Malcolm kept distance between him and the Appaloosa mare. From a distance, he gave a friendly nicker. His posture was relaxed, as to offer calmness to the mare. As usual, he planned to be courteous and let the mare do as she pleased. Claiming a mare with a foal could result in her panicking, nipping, and attacking a stallion in defense of her foal. While Malcolm had never had a mare attack him over her foal, he had stepped too close a few times, and received a warning kick or nip from the anxious mothers. The sun felt soft as butter on his dark coat, and after the long night, it was heaven sent. Malcolm waited for the mare's response before proceeding.

[dilly]

♣ h a w k

[ stallion ] [ 13 ] [ bachelor ] [tags: chai & lacey]

It was such a beautiful name! Hawk felt his mind sweep clean with the satisfaction of finally knowing this simple fact; and even as he enjoyed it, he knew it was silly. Every time, and every mare, felt like a completely new experience. The riddling, the pleasant exchanges, and even the rejections, as he had known his fair share. But this mare hadn’t retreated from him, and he lifted his head proudly once he had her name, and once he was invited to share his own. “I’m Hawk, and you’ve made me a happy horse, Chai,” he replied, another nicker escaping him as he realized that she was indeed going to exchange breath with him. Whuffing the scent happily, he was perfectly content to stand and bask before he felt her lips on his neck. Renewed excitement thrummed through his veins, and he took a careful step forward, making a very focused effort to remain relaxed, and stole a nibble at the base of her mane before she returned to the grass.

And for as satisfied as he felt with the situation, Hawk was no fool and was not going to miss a two-for-one opportunity. Lifting his head and flicking his ears towards the mare who had not yet made a move to intervene, he took a moment to weigh his options. Approach her and hope to seal his success with two, or remain where he was and hope he could hold onto one? The answer was obvious, of course. Taking a slow couple of steps towards her, he kept his ears forward and friendly, eyes watchful for a flicking tail or pinned ears. And, stallion that he was, he found it within himself to wax a bit more poetry. “How much happier I would be, though, to know the names of both beautiful mares before me.”



♢ k i p

[ mare ] [ 7 ] [ no stallion ] [heat : 3] [tags: joker & asanti]

And so she hadn’t been wrong – there were two horses approaching her. A mare, who seemed to be holding back, and a stallion, and he was the one who captured her interest completely as he trotted closer. A stunning trot, with his legs held so high, and Kip found herself letting forth another cheerful whinny. Watching the light catch on his silver mane, and the way his muscles moved beneath that shining coat, she offered a fascinated nicker, for a moment not even realizing how close he really was. And then his nose was reaching for her tail, and her nicker broke into a high-pitched squeal. Hiking up her back leg, she dropped her head and pinned her ears, but then, as always seemed to be the case when her heat was strong, she ducked her rump in to brush against his chest.

Ears forward again, and eyes bright with a wild mix of excitement, anticipation and fear, she skittered a few steps away and turned to look at him. No matter the number of times she had experienced it now, her heat always seemed to be a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. The presence of a stallion lifted her spirits, while the awareness of another mare nearby was bound to escalate her own mare-ish tendencies. Blended in with this was the old, familiar fear that she would somehow, after all, still end up alone; all of this was now contrasted against her sudden hope that the horses before her would allow her to stay. She could feel her heart flittering away in her chest again, and she kept her tail lifted as she studied the stallion.

“I forgive yours if you forgive mine,” she suggested sheepishly, although it was heartening to see that she wasn’t the only nervous one. Taking a tentative step forward, she glanced towards the nearby mare before letting her focus rest fully on the handsome stallion. “I’m quite happy to see you, I was alone for so long,” she began to explain, the fear still fresh in her voice.


◬ g e o d e

[ stallion ] [ 17 ] [ bachelor ] [tags: citadel]

Perhaps it was even more beautiful this way – dappled shadows and light, a hazy greenness, the bright smear of the sun in the sky, and the pinpricks of color nearby that he knew to be flowers. The faraway pinpricks he knew were horses, but he did not need his failing vision to confirm that; the scent of them, though distant, was enough. The power of these scents seemed to have increased as his vision disappeared. He could smell the grass, of course, always. There were trees, and when there was water nearby, he could smell that, too. Everything was richer, he convinced himself, and nothing was truly lost by having his sight reduced to vague, shifting swathes of color and light.

The partial shelter of the thicket he napped in was full of scents, too, and he laid resting in them with his eyes closed, nostrils flaring softly in cadence with the natural rhythms around him. The grass was lush and the sun was warm; there was little more to ask for. Of course, for as strongly as he tried to persuade himself of these things, there were some truths he could not deny. He did desire the closeness of other horses, and he did, much as he did not want to think of it, wish very much that he could see. As a young colt, he had taken it completely for granted: it was simply a right, not a gift. He was born to see the expanding world before him. Now, though, he knew it had been a gift and he knew full well that it could be taken away. Not completely; not yet, anyway. He had spectrums of color and movement, and his sense of smell was keen and his ears, too. Was it true? He was aging – he could not smell as well as he once could, and he certainly could not hear like he did when he was a bucking young colt. But there was nothing to be done for it. The sun was warm on his greying coat, and the insects buzzed softly about his ears.

But there was something else. Ears fixing forward intently, he heard a nearby neigh. It didn’t surprise him that he hadn’t been aware of a horse close by, although it did embarrass him. No matter now, as he had learned it did him no good to dwell on his shortcomings. A horse was here, and inviting him – him! – closer. Hefting himself to his feet, not without a quiver in his knees as he rose, he paused to sample the air. A mare, of all things, and his neck went taught as he listened. The shadows played in his vision, and he turned his head as his nose found her scent. Weakened though he may be, he was still a stallion, and that old, primal rush filled his old frame as he pressed forward. Slowly, though, as he did not want to lose the chance at meeting a new companion. Testosterone had run its course, and, it’s true, still flowed within him, but he had it well under his control. So many rich scents! A fruit he had not known was so close underfoot, and the mare: a shimmery white halo of white that came into his vision. The lifting of his loneliness, in that moment, was worth the loss of his vision. He had been battered not only by stallions, but by dominant mares, and any number of brutish horses who relished in their own prime health. Even so, the old, natural tenderness had never been worn out of him, and he approached slowly with a grizzled nicker. The deep-rooted knowledge that any young mare would, without a doubt, abandon him for a young stud weighed like a stone in his tired thoughts. Even so. “Glorious day, to you, my dear.”