━ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 "

[Alledowaya]

Mare • Poitevin • Cremello • 23 Years • Tags: Open • Incapable of foaling

Tired beyond her normal routine, Cloud stopped by the creek to rest. Her head hung low, as she took a few drinks, her whiskers brushing the water as she kept her ears alert for danger. Once finished she crossed, reaching a nice shady tree. Laying her form down, she settled in for the night.

Stallion • Marwari • Black W/Dom White • 13 Years • Tags: Targaryen, Azor Ahai

Head held high, he spread his nostrils to take in her scent, her anger radiated towards him, and he didn't really know how to respond. Once she bared her teeth at him, he pawed the ground with a hind leg. He was not happy she bared her teeth at him, in fact, if he wasn't worried about cloud he thought he might've done the same.

Staying where he was, he replied with formal grace. "I am just looking for my dam, I had gone away from her and intended to return, only to realize I was lost. You have a similar shape to her, and in my haste I did not fathom that she might not have found a foal to watch." Rajah's ears pricked forward to the young foal, "I also do not intend to harm your young, though he seems wise to hide from those bigger than himself. My name is Rajkumar, but you may call me Rajah. May I ask your names?"

[unnamed]

( ♚ ) 𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐊 𝐄 𝐘
( i. eleven year old stallion ) ( ii. dutch warmblood )
( iii. no mares ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. tags: stark )
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When the mare's ears dropped back on her head it was clear to Whiskey that his normal charm would likely be ineffective with this mare. Her answer, though polite, made him suspect that if he continued with his antics he'd drive her away and once again he'd be left to his own devices. "Stark, a strong name for a strong mare." The silence that followed made Whiskey a bit uncomfortable as he found himself flustered, unable to think of another word to say to her. Call him vain and lacking a certain degree of humbleness but the mares he had met had always swooned at his charm and flirty nature but Stark seemed quite the opposite. One more slip up from him and she'd gain the upper hand with no hope for him to regain it. At her next question his ear flickered as he recalled the release from that cage. He'd been crammed into a large wagon with five other horses and when they'd been released into the field they'd done so with loud bangs and harsh whips to Whiskey's flank to scar them off. "Yes, a few days ago. How long have you been out here by yourself?"

( ♛ ) 𝐒 𝐀 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄
( i. five year old mare ) ( ii. mustang )
( iii. heat three ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. tags: alchemist )
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As Saorise approached she was surprised to see the large stallion seemed almost nervous, or the very least startled, by her presence and for a moment she wondered why. Surely something so big had nothing to fear, he was as big as a tree! She stopped a few feet back nostrils flaring as she searched for signs of any other horses besides himself. Finally she piped up, her voice overconfident and devoid of fear despite her potential danger, "What are you nervous for? Haven't you ever seen another horse or are you some weird introvert? What have you to even be nervous about?" Behind her her tail flicked back and forth to swat away the flies and other insects that were beginning to crowd her. The life of being wild was not suiting the mare and in that moment she desired nothing more than a good bath and brushing.

( ♛ ) 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 & 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑
( i. fourteen year old mare / three week old colt )
( ii. dutch warmblood/dutch warmblood shire cross )
( iii. foal heat / too young ) ( iv. no mentions ) ( v. no tags )
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Hera studied the two horses in front of her, all the while re-positioning her legs so that Thor was kept beneath her belly despite his efforts. It was clear the mare herself was very young, the filly even younger and that the two lacked much experience. Not that Hera could consider herself much better in the department of experience but at the very least she knew enough to be cautious while the other pair appeared as relaxed as could be. Of course, Hera reasoned, that might be because she was a mother herself and tended to give a vibe of comfort to younger mares. As the mare dropped her head submissively Hera allowed herself to relax and Thor took the chance to leap from underneath his mother in an attempt to coerce Juno into another round of play. Hera debated whether to send the mare on her way, two foals were an easy target especially with no stallion around to provide protection but that was a cruel thing to do. "She's strong for having been born in a difficult situation. You're doing well enough thus far," Hera herself had birthed eight foals who went on to be grown and healthy contributors to society. She had plenty of advice to give and it was wrong to hoard it. "Always be cautious though, you've no idea if I would be aggressive or not. Foals don't know fear, they'll run off to find a companion at any opportunity."

[broken*]

♛. ── ❝ PHANTOM ❞
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( 8 y/o ) ( stallion ) ( no mares ) ( american quarter ) ( tags: kip )


the relaxed stallion couldnt help but notice the change in the mare's body language as she listened to him speak and then gave a bit of her own story to him. when she nickered and stepped towards him, relief filled his body and he wanted to just take a deep breath or a sigh. he stayed still when she pressed her muzzle against his in a friendly manner, and once he felt she was calm enough, he reached forward and groomed her withers gently with his maw to promote their newfound companionship. when she tensed a bit as she began to talk to him again, he pulled his head back to look warmly into her eyes. "i am very honored to meet you kip. its awesome that we have similar backstories as ranch horses." as she continued to speak however, he saw the way her body began to tense, as well as the way her voice picked up speed again; he understood of course, he missed his human and his working as well. with a small shake of his head, he finally allowed a sigh to escape his maw as he reached forward and nuzzled her chest. "i dont think they're coming for us kip. i think for some reason they dropped us out here to finish our lives, and theyve replaced us back at home. i've been traveling from end to end and this piece of land we've been placed on has high fences on the two sides ive come across so far. we're meant to be here."

♛. ── ❝ VENUS ❞
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( 5 y/o ) ( mare ) ( no herd; in heat ) ( dutch warmblood ) ( tags: lir )


as she stood there under the shade of the trees, she lowered her head to graze gently on the long grass that stood all around her. she wasnt really eating however, just lipping at the green plants that her hard hooves stood on. she wasnt truly relaxing; she knew that the humans must have had a purpose for sending her out into this wild world, and she doubted she was alone. other horses had likely been sent out here as well, not to mention possible predators that she had only heard rumors and stories of before being placed out here. her ears were constantly swiveling, her muscles tense and ready to bolt at a moments notice, and thats when her black-brown eyes landed on the approaching red roan stallion, just before he let out a strong whinny to call to her. she slowly raised her head and took him in; he was a handsome creature, standing tall with rippling muscles. she flicked her tail a bit, wondering if he could scent the beginning stages of her heat and if that was why he had been drawn to her. deciding he was worth her time, but playing hard to get as she always would, she raised her maw into the air and let out a strong nicker to call him to join her in the shade.

♛. ── ❝ RAIN & JUNO ❞
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( 4 y/o & 2 w/o ) ( mare & filly ) ( no herd ) ( american paint ) ( tags: hera & thor )


the tiny filly kept her blue eyes locked on the other foal, waiting for the moment that his mother would allow him out of her protection so that they could play, and the split second that he leapt towards her, she herself jumped away from her mother and began to play with the colt, playfully rearing up at him and just barely keeping herself from falling over. the black and white mare watched the two foals play a bit before turning back towards the other mare, bowing her head for a second as she listened to the other mares words of wisdom; clearly hera had more experience in the whole life and foal department, so she was more than happy to take whatever advice she could. "yeah, ive noticed that. its really been freaking me out. she's just stopped being all wobbly walking and now that she has her legs down she's bolting after every butterfly she sees. i think its cause she's so lonely with just me. i-i know im not a good mom but i'm trying the best i can you know? i just dont know what to do better because i dont know what im doing wrong..."

[everyfai]

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xxxxA stream of water was a beautiful sight to behold. Giving an excited whiny, Reyne picked up her pace to reach the water's edge. She had been searching for water for a while now, and she was pleased to have stumbled upon it. As she reached the water, she slowed down and lowered her head to gulp down the refreshing water. Once she had her fill, she lifted her head and shook some water from her pelt. Briefly, she casted a glance around the area before entering the water to cool down. Her ears remained perked up, alert to her surroundings. She noticed a few birds at the water, and she snorted at them and acted as if she was going to chase them to make them fly away. Pleased, she resumed her relaxation of standing in the water. She could get used to all this freedom and room to run.

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( female ) ( seven years ) ( american quarter ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: --- )
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xxxxWhen the stallion complimented her name, Stark gave a dip of her head in thanks. Stark was definitely a better name than the one he would have called her. He seemed like the kind of stallion who had won over many of mares with that kind of line. However, she was not that easy. Flatter did not have any sort of affect on her. She liked a stallion who was strong and a gentleman. Her ears perked back up, listening to the stallion explain that he had been here for a few days. "Several days. I'm not.. really used to this. I don't know why they sent me out here, but I'm not fond of being alone. I haven't seen any horses since I was released." She said, thinking back to the day of her release. She had been the only horse in the trailer, and it was dark and lonely. She had been on the trailer before but never alone.
xxxx"I wouldn't mind pairing up. That is, of course, you are looking for some company as well." She added after she had snapped out of her thoughts. Would this be a mistake? Whiskey did appear to be strong, and he was a fairly handsome stallion.. The thought of being alone sent shivers down her spine and made her briefly shake her pelt. He was better than nothing.

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( female ) ( nine years ) ( holsteiner ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: whiskey )
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xxxxTargaryen's ears perked forward, listening to the stallion as he explained that he was looking for his dam. "You look a little too old to still be with your dam." She noted, examining the other and trying to determine how old he was. He was definitely older than a couple years old, so she was unsure why he was still clinging onto his dam. She was not sure that screamed a powerful stallion. Right now, she was trying to avoid stallions since she did not think that they would take well to her colt. When the stallion mentioned he did not intend to harm her son, she briefly glanced back toward the young colt who was standing behind her and watching Rajah.
xxxxI'm Targaryen, and my son here is Azor Ahai." She introduced the two of them, but she did not allow Azor Ahai to move closer to the stallion. She still did not exactly trust him but could you blame her? Stallions were known to kill young foals, and even though the male claimed he did not plan to hurt him, she did not want to risk it. Hearing her young colt ask if they could help Rajah help him find his dam, she released a sigh and gazed over at the Marwari. "Well, Rajah.. When was the last time you saw your dam?"

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( female ) ( fourteen years ) ( friesian ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: azor ahai, rajah )
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xxxxAzor Ahai was gazing between his mother and this new stallion, listening to them converse with each other. He wanted to approach the other stallion, but he knew his mother would not approve. She would give him a nip in the rear if he disobeyed her. Rajah seemed like a nice stallion though! He was only looking for his dam. "Can we help him find his dam, mama? I'd want someone to help me find you if I was lost." He questioned, seeming pleased when his mother sighed and asked Rajah about his dam soon after.

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( male ) ( two months ) ( friesian appaloosa ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: targaryen, rajah )
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xxxxAs she stood before the other mare, Mormont noted how shy and almost nervous she was. She lowered her head, not wanting to appear threatening to the other. Her ears pricked forward, listening to the mare introduce herself and explain that she was indeed alone. "It is a pleasure, Aine. Well, you no longer have to be alone if you wish to travel with me. I've been searching for another horse for days. This is unknown territory for me, but I find it.. simply beautiful, really." She spoke, her gaze scanning the area around her as she took in a deep breath of fresh air. It was definitely better than her life before this. She had to wear bridles all day and other weird equipment on her body. She would have to pull a carriage full of people who would yell and scream with delight as she took them on a ride. When she fell one day, she was sent to a ranch, and she thought that was where she would live until she died. However, days passed, and she ended up being taken to this great open field where she could run freely. At first, she was excited, but once she released she was alone.. some fear started to settle in. Now that she had found another mare, she could rest easy knowing that she would not be alone.

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( female ) ( six years ) ( dutch draft ) ( no herd )
( mentions: --- ) ( tags: aine )
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[Alledowaya]

Mare • Poitevin • Cremello • 23 Years • Tags: Open • Incapable of foaling

Tired beyond her normal routine, Cloud stopped by the creek to rest. Her head hung low, as she took a few drinks, her whiskers brushing the water as she kept her ears alert for danger. Once finished she crossed, reaching a nice shady tree. Laying her form down, she settled in for the night.

Stallion • Marwari • Black W/Dom White • 13 Years • Tags: Targaryen, Azor Ahai

Her words made no sense to him, "Too.. old? I am only thirteen, surely having your dam around is not a bad thing when you are older." he had believed it was normal to have the dam around, since that was all he knew before coming here. He shook out his mane, and spoke again, "My dam is older and should not be left alone for long periods of time, she is my second dam, and I will not lose her too. I last saw her, maybe a few hours ago." His words cooled his usual temper, bringing about sadness and what seemed to be guilt. He did not know why he had run away from Cloud, perhaps he was just overwhelmed? That had to be it. "I come from Marwari lineage, but my dam, Cloud, is a Poitevin. She is very beautiful, and smart, but I would not like to leave her for very long."

The Marwari stud watched the mare, he understood she may never fully trust him, but all he needed from her was help in finding Cloud, he did not fully trust his own instincts, not after his sprinting incident.

[everyfai]

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xxxx"I haven't seen my dam in many years." Targaryen stated, giving a small flick of her tail. For all she knew, the old mare was dead and in the ground. Her dam had not been a first time mother when she was born, so she had been an experienced mother. Her ears pricked forward as the stallion explained his mother's situation. To her, it sounded like the stallion was caring for his dam since she was older. She had to admit that it was endearing that he was still caring for her. She was sure Azor Ahai would leave her as soon as a pretty mare came around to win his heart, but she still had plenty of time to be with her colt before another mare stole him from her.
xxxxShe dipped her head as the stallion explained his lineage as well as his mother's. They were of a different breed, so she assumed she was his adopted mother. She had heard stories of mares accepting another foal if their own had died and the foal had lost its mother. She had never been put in a situation such as that, but she was not sure what she would do. It took a very strong and caring mare to take on a foal that was not her own. Cloud sounded like the kind of mare who was maternal to all which was admirable.
xxxx"Lead the way then." She insisted, watching Azor Ahai run from behind her and toward the direction Rajah had come from. Snorting, she picked up her pace to keep close to her foal. She kept a careful eye on Rajah, making sure he upheld his promise not to harm her colt. "I'm assuming you and your dam were dropped off here together? Where were you before?"

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xxxxExcited to be with another horse, Azor Ahai left his mother's side to run past Rajah and wait for him to lead them to where he last saw his dam. An excited whinny escaped him, his ears perked forward as he listened to his surroundings. He noticed his mother pick up pace to be beside him. The colt jumped around as they walked, but he did listen to the two older horses converse with each other. He did want to know where Rajah and his dam had come from. "We come from a ranch! I never met my sire though. All I remember is being on this big sca── ahem, not scary at all, trailer then we were here." He said, hoping they did not notice his obvious slip up.

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[dilly]

☀ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ 𝕂𝕚𝕡 ﴿

lone mare | 7 | AQH | heat ; 2 | tags ; phantom

There was a familiar touch at her withers – the muzzle doing the grooming was an unfamiliar one, but the touch was in such contrast to her recent loneliness that Kip welcomed the attention with another soft nicker, stepping in to bring her own muzzle to the stallion’s speckled withers. Grooming was always a reliable comfort back at the ranch, regardless of anything that was going on or had happened during the day, and to have it back, even if only for a moment, eased the tension in the sorrel mare’s legs, and smoothed out the muscles of her back; her ears came forward and her eyes softened as she whuffed softly, listening to her new companion’s voice. The words that came next, however, were not what the mare wished to hear, and it was probably only the stallion’s muzzle bumping against her chest that kept her from going rigid once more, always leaning toward panic. For the time being, despite how much she dreaded his opinion on the matter, she kept herself still, only a flick of her tail hinting at her agitation. “Have we done something wrong?” she asked suddenly, her brain rapidly turning over all the most recent memories she shared with her humans. Yes, she always tended to be spooky, and it aggravated those who rode her, but had they really become so upset as to send her away? “But you, you must have been a fine ranch hand,” she wondered, looking over the stallion’s solid frame, and noting his kindly demeanor. Why would anyone wish to be rid of him? Confusion was clear, once more, on the mare’s face. Meant to be here – forever? Alone? Not alone anymore, luckily, and she anxiously swung her body around, lining herself up beside the flea-bitten grey stud. She could not stand to be alone any longer. A part of her yearned to ask if she might accompany the stallion, of course, and she could feel her feet beginning to dance beneath her, but at the same time, she did not quite have the words to express her fright at the new fate that lay before her, so instead, she trained her hopeful, skittish gaze on the only companion she’d so far found.

⚘ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℍ𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕝 + 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 ﴿

lone mare & colt | 10 & 4 weeks | lusitano | tags ; open!

The sturdy mare did not spare a thought for what had happened or what was to come: there was only now. With her ears tipped back and her head low, she did not hesitate in making her way forward, cutting through the grass with long, zebra-barred legs. Her foal minded her nicely for the time being, keeping to her flank as they pushed ahead, and the mare made a mental note of relevant landmarks as they passed. Gnarled trees, bare patches of land, hints of water; these might all be necessary later. She was not shocked to find herself out in such an open tract of land – she’d spent the better part of her life in pastures – although she did wonder where the other horses were. Pastures were always full of other horses, and Hazel preferred to establish herself in whatever party of hens was out here, before anything else. There would be other foals to meet, too, if this was in fact a pasture of broodmares, and her ears ticked up as she listened for any indication of strangers. She was not one to question the whims of humans; they things they did, like the things they said, made little sense to her. She would, as always, have to make her own way, and she turned her head to whicker gently at her foal as he began to wander off, drawn after the buzzing arc of some hopping insect. The colt returned good-naturedly, too distracted by the newness of the place to consider any unruly antics. Hazel knew better, of course, though she was glad for the foal’s attentiveness for the time being. He would be bounding away as soon as he felt secure enough to do so, and the mare slowed to a stop, head lifting and ears perking as she sampled the breeze, dark nostrils flaring as the wind strung through her gold-frosted mane.

❖ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℝ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕖 ﴿

stallion | 20 | andalusian cross | tags ; whisper

He came to a halt without completely realizing that his feet were stopping: his gait slowed, his head came up, and then an unfamiliar scent was seizing his attention. As well as a bright shape that stood out against the flat plain, and the stallion came to an easy standstill, eyes taking in a slow sweep of the area around him. There was only this one stranger; his flared nostrils were not picking up a tangled net of scents. Just this cream figure, with thick mane and bright feathered feet, and Reece watched carefully, judging the mare’s intentions as well as he could. It was a mare – her scent informed him of the fact, and this was also the reason he kept where he was, holding his ground, eyes fixed almost warily on the stranger. He hadn’t ever been face-to-face with a mare without his master there to have a handle on the situation, and now, uncertain as to whether this tall, bulky creature might bolt, Reece stood stiffly, ears perked on top of his head. His loneliness was a heavy weight upon him, however, and he was beginning to approach the mare before he could think otherwise, a gentle nicker escaping his muzzle. Perhaps she was frightened and alone, too, after all. “Hello there. Don’t be afraid.”

[Lavellan]

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Stallion ● Irish Draft ● 12 Years ● Tags: Venus
Mares: - ● Foals Sired: -

All thoughts of humans now forgotten, all fears about the circumstance of his abandonment quenched, Lír studied the mare for a number of heartbeats. She had a lightly muscular frame, but long legs, a clear warmblood breed. He had met many warmblood types in his life, the humans at his homeplace seeming to prefer the strength and agility of the breeds. Flicking his reddish tail against his hocks, the stallion’s ears pricked forward eagerly as she raised her head, regarding him just as he regarded her. Nostrils flared upon a blackened muzzle as each of the pair watched the other, checking body language and wondering about intentions. Dark eyes glanced down to her flicking tail, but he was too far from her to catch any heat scent. All the more reason to draw closer. The mare issued a welcoming nicker, inviting him closer, and the stallion was only happy to oblige. Large hooves drawing him closer to the mare, he traveled carefully and calmly to the shade, not rushing her, but not dawdling too long, either. As he neared the shade, he lowered his head to the sweet, green grass, taking in any scents that may have been surrounding her. There were no traces of other horses, no signs of strange stallions, so he raised his head as he approached, more confident in his greeting now that he was sure she was alone. “Afternoon, Ma’am.” He spoke as he approached, his voice soft and welcoming, as polite as he could make it. He was unfamiliar with approaching strange mares - normally the humans just dumped them within his herd. Stopping at a respectable distance, hoping not to crowd her in his first introduction, he lowered his muzzle, offering his muzzle to her so she could catch his scent.

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Mare ● Appaloosa ● 5 Years ● Tags: Mormont
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 2

Áine never meant to seem nervous, never having reason to be nervous around new horses before, but without her old friends at her side, she felt significantly more open, more exposed to this strange mare. The draft had not given her any reason to be so nervous, had been more than friendly than standoffish, but still, the young appaloosa felt apprehensive. All that apprehension melted away, however, at the mare’s kind words, her kindly invitation to join her, the little mare raised her head with a prick of her ears, delight clear in her eyes. “Thank you, Mormont.” She said, sincerity lacing deep in her words. She kept an ear tuned to the mare as she turned her head to gaze over the area, the territory, that which was so unknown to both mares. Eyes traveling the terrain before them, taking in the sights and sounds, it suddenly changed from a terrifying expanse of lonliness to a beautiful vision before her. The dance of the grasses in the wind, the soft sound of the breeze passing their ears, the elegant movements of the birds in the skies and the sweet scents that drifted past her muzzle. Her tail lifted lightly, a tell of the excitement that suddenly rushed through her veins. Now she had a companion, and the world did not seem all too daunting. “It is...” She breathed, dark eyes drinking in the area around them.

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Mare/Colt ●● Thoroughbred/Irish Sport Horse ●● 13 Years/3 Months ●● Tags: Open
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 1

There was nothing more scolding than a mother's sharp teeth, something that young Aodh was soon to learn. The colt had stopped, dipping his head to scent at something that caught his short attention span, little nostrils flaring and relaxing as he took in the scent of this strange thing upon the floor. Morrigan was not a mare with a long patience threshold, and as soon as she realized that her son was no longer at her side, she circled around with her head low and teeth bared, bringing her wrath upon her young son without any mercy. The long legged colt, their length adopted from his mother, snapped his head, square and noble from his father, skyward, skittering forward with a clacking of his teeth. The tall, golden mare did not mean to be so snappish with her son, but panic pushed her to strictness. There were so many things unknown out here, and, even though she didn't know much about wild herds, she did know that stallions were known to kill colts who were not theirs. It was with a hopelessness that she kept this thought at the forefront of her mind, desperately trying to keep Aodh in her vision at all times. Unfortunately for the desperate mother, her son was headstrong and bratty - like his father, if you asked her - and as she scolded him forward, he lashed out with those legs, too long for his body, clipping against her canon and pushing her ears back in a pained pin. Of course, the chestnut foal didn't see, tossing his head in a determined buck. But, settling her heart, and her mind, the little one picked up a steady canter, allowing her to trot solidly behind him. It wasn't much, but they were moving, and, to Morrigan, that was the most important thing right now.

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Mare ● Black Forest Horse ● 9 Years ● Tags: Open
Stallion: - ● Status: Heat 3

Energy. Adrenaline. Excitement. A vicious cocktail that coursed through the veins of the stocky mare, pushing Beira forward in an eager, flat, pulsing gallop. Never before had the mare, born, raised and aged in a small pasture with a handful of others, had the opportunity to open her gait, to push herself into such an eager gallop. Her ears, pricking despite the wind threatening to press them back, listened eagerly to the whistling wind as it passed her by, or perhaps she passed it by, it was hard to tell. Thick mane pulled back off her neck, snatched by the wind itself, clinging on as she powered on, providing a cooling relief from it's stifling heft upon her pelt, and her whitish tail streamed behind her, the proudest banner in the land. Muscles contracted and relaxed beneath her skin, head bobbing with each stride, nostrils gulping in air with each second. She could feel her heart racing within her ribs, could feel her lungs filling and expelling within her chest. She was the wind itself, powerful, dangerous, and, most importantly, free.

[broken*]

♛. ── ❝ PHANTOM ❞
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( 8 y/o ) ( stallion ) ( no mares ) ( american quarter ) ( tags: kip )


the flea-bitten grey couldnt help but relax into her touch as the smaller mare reached up to groom his withers as well; it was such a simple, sweet act of affection but it was more than he had had the last few weeks and as such a sociable horse, he had desperately missed and even craved the loss of touch of another. he noticed her body tense again as he felt the loss of her muzzle at his back, and took a few steps closer to the mare, pressing his body against hers in a form of comfort, not wanting her to panic or leave him, not so soon, not after he had just found her. "i have no doubt you were an excellent working horse yourself kip. i dont think we did anything wrong. i think the humans must have had a reason for putting us out here, we just cant know what it was. but at least we've found each other and dont have to worry about being alone again. that is, i mean, if you'd like to stay with me. i enjoy your company, and its so vast and expansive out here, i'd hate to be alone again.." his voice was soft as he spoke, head lowering slightly in embarrassment; what if she said no?

♛. ── ❝ VENUS ❞
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( 5 y/o ) ( mare ) ( no herd; in heat ) ( dutch warmblood ) ( tags: lir )


the confident mare stood still as he approached, aside from the occasional swish of her tail or flick of her ears. she was taking him in, watching the way his muscles rippled with every step. as he neared her, she came to the realization that they were practically the same height, which she appreciated. she would have looked down at him if he had been smaller than her, but being a larger stallion did keep her attention on him. she watched as he approached her, the confidence of his strides and the way he held his body, but also noticed the unsure gleaming in his eyes; it was a new situation, a new scenario that neither of them had ever been put in before, meeting a strange horse all alone, so she understood his nerves, but she mentally appreciated how he did not let them show in his body. as he greeted her, offering his muzzle, her dark eyes stared for a moment or two before she took that single step to brush her muzzle against his, her nostrils flaring as she took his scent in; there was no hint of another mare or stallion, just his own unique smell, so she felt relatively calm in his presence, assured of no ambush coming. "ma'am eh? well dont you have good manners. my name is love lies, but everyone calls me venus for short; she was a human goddess of love and attraction. my girl loved stories like that. and who are you dear? such a handsome, confident stallion like you, i find myself surprised to see you all alone."

♛. ── ❝ RAIN & JUNO ❞
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( 4 y/o & 2 w/o ) ( mare & filly ) ( no herd ) ( american paint ) ( tags: hera & thor )


the tiny filly kept her blue eyes locked on the other foal, waiting for the moment that his mother would allow him out of her protection so that they could play, and the split second that he leapt towards her, she herself jumped away from her mother and began to play with the colt, playfully rearing up at him and just barely keeping herself from falling over. the black and white mare watched the two foals play a bit before turning back towards the other mare, bowing her head for a second as she listened to the other mares words of wisdom; clearly hera had more experience in the whole life and foal department, so she was more than happy to take whatever advice she could. "yeah, ive noticed that. its really been freaking me out. she's just stopped being all wobbly walking and now that she has her legs down she's bolting after every butterfly she sees. i think its cause she's so lonely with just me. i-i know im not a good mom but i'm trying the best i can you know? i just dont know what to do better because i dont know what im doing wrong..."

♛. ── ❝ CIRCE ❞
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( 6 y/o ) ( mare ) ( no herd; in heat ) ( lusitano ) ( tags: reyne )


the large mare was not pleased to be out here; she had been dumped only a few days ago, and the change in her lifestyle was nothing like what she ever imagined. why on earth had the humans sent her out here? sure, she didnt exactly play well with others, but she was a champion in every way. after her rider elizabeth fell at the last competition, she heard rumors going around the stable that the girl may never ride again, and while she felt sad at the loss of her partner, she figured another human would line up and start training with her so she could go back out and start winning again. but that never happened, and the next thing she knew she was abandoned out here in the wilderness, all alone and left wondering why. she let out an annoyed huff as she flicked her tail fiercely, her annoyance clear a her ears remained pinned on her head just at her own thoughts. that was, until she heard the sound of running water, and her dry mouth/throat called her back to the present. she cantered over to the streambed, but froze stock still when her eyes fell on a chestnut quarter horse mare soaking in the water. she lifted her head high, nostrils flaring, but couldnt scent any other horses, and thus took the chance to lower her muzzle into the cool water, gulping it down fast; her ears remained pinned however as her eyes stayed locked on the other mare.

[dilly]

☀ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ 𝕂𝕚𝕡 ﴿

stallion ; phantom | 7 | AQH | heat ; 2 | tags ; phantom

Nothing would ever be able to replace the touch of another horse – as the tall stallion’s body brushed in against her own, Kip felt her head drop by several inches, her nose turning to rest against his shoulder. Humans often tried to replicate this touch: pats on the neck, gentle strokes down her nose, even lowering their voices to be kinder, when they had the patience – but for all their efforts, they could not come close to offering the same comfort that another horse’s body could. A warm, solid body, and she flicked her ears curiously as the grey stallion spoke, wondering if he might be right. To some extent, anyway: she knew she had done things wrong in her time with her riders. It was inevitable, being a naturally spooky horse who did not always heed their aids, finding it difficult to trust their leadership at times. But they could be so terribly difficult to understand! When she did have a clear job set out before her, however, she did know those fleeting flickers of partnership. It seemed that now, however, she would not be working towards that anymore. “Much of the time, I did not know what their reasons were,” she admitted, but then she was lifting her head softly, eager to devote her attention now to the matter at hand. Here was a companion she could understand, and, she desperately hoped, trust. Then she was being offered exactly what she had needed since the moment she had found herself standing out in this wide open place alone, and she responded with a grateful nicker, lifting her muzzle to lip affectionately at the ends of the stallion’s mane. “Let’s not be alone again,” she agreed, a glow of happy energy at last returning to her hummingbird of a heart. “I won’t leave your side.”

⚘ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℍ𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕝 + 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 ﴿

lone mare & colt | 10 & 4 weeks | lusitano | tags ; open!

The sturdy mare did not spare a thought for what had happened or what was to come: there was only now. With her ears tipped back and her head low, she did not hesitate in making her way forward, cutting through the grass with long, zebra-barred legs. Her foal minded her nicely for the time being, keeping to her flank as they pushed ahead, and the mare made a mental note of relevant landmarks as they passed. Gnarled trees, bare patches of land, hints of water; these might all be necessary later. She was not shocked to find herself out in such an open tract of land – she’d spent the better part of her life in pastures – although she did wonder where the other horses were. Pastures were always full of other horses, and Hazel preferred to establish herself in whatever party of hens was out here, before anything else. There would be other foals to meet, too, if this was in fact a pasture of broodmares, and her ears ticked up as she listened for any indication of strangers. She was not one to question the whims of humans; they things they did, like the things they said, made little sense to her. She would, as always, have to make her own way, and she turned her head to whicker gently at her foal as he began to wander off, drawn after the buzzing arc of some hopping insect. The colt returned good-naturedly, too distracted by the newness of the place to consider any unruly antics. Hazel knew better, of course, though she was glad for the foal’s attentiveness for the time being. He would be bounding away as soon as he felt secure enough to do so, and the mare slowed to a stop, head lifting and ears perking as she sampled the breeze, dark nostrils flaring as the wind strung through her gold-frosted mane.

❖ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﴾ ℝ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕖 ﴿

stallion | 20 | andalusian cross | tags ; whisper

He came to a halt without completely realizing that his feet were stopping: his gait slowed, his head came up, and then an unfamiliar scent was seizing his attention. As well as a bright shape that stood out against the flat plain, and the stallion came to an easy standstill, eyes taking in a slow sweep of the area around him. There was only this one stranger; his flared nostrils were not picking up a tangled net of scents. Just this cream figure, with thick mane and bright feathered feet, and Reece watched carefully, judging the mare’s intentions as well as he could. It was a mare – her scent informed him of the fact, and this was also the reason he kept where he was, holding his ground, eyes fixed almost warily on the stranger. He hadn’t ever been face-to-face with a mare without his master there to have a handle on the situation, and now, uncertain as to whether this tall, bulky creature might bolt, Reece stood stiffly, ears perked on top of his head. His loneliness was a heavy weight upon him, however, and he was beginning to approach the mare before he could think otherwise, a gentle nicker escaping his muzzle. Perhaps she was frightened and alone, too, after all. “Hello there. Don’t be afraid.”