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[kilimanjaro]

= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; Minerva, Mona, Neptune, Rose, Rowena

Cricket eyed the stallion thoughtfully. His words did nothing to comfort her and in all her years of being a lone mare, she knew well enough that stallions were almost never kind for the fun of it. "I'm fine and don't need your help," she said, a bit feistier than she had first intended. Cricket watched the horses around her for any signs of aggression. Her leg was killing her and she could feel the cold trails of blood dripping off her hock. If she could find some water she could probably rinse her leg well enough for it to stop bleeding. Her instincts told her not to turn her back on this stallion though. Neptune, he had called himself. Well, Neptune seemed nice but in Cricket's experience, stallions were never as nice as they seemed.

[azhefa.]

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no nick ● 14 years ● bachelor
mustang/percheron ● buckskin
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0 coverings
lead ● mare
mare ● mare
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location; valley [waterhole]
tags; open
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as the stallion moves into the valley, he can already see that little groups were already forming in different areas of the valley. seems like he's late to the party. again. osiris snorts in dismissal though, it wasn't the first time he's been late to return for the new spring and breeding season, but he's still gained a mare or two. perhaps this year he'll be able to gain a proper herd and keep them throughout the winter, his previous herd of three mares were all taken by either a predator or some kind of sickness he was unable to protect against. he had tried his best to keep his mares alive, but there wasn't anything he could have done. hopefully this year will be different.

osiris makes his way through the valley and towards the waterhole, passing by several small groups where other stallions were attempting to court some mares. many of the stallions he saw were younger than himself and smaller, but he leaves them be. at least for now anyway. should they get too aggressive with the mares or even himself, he won't hesitate to stand up for himself and any mare being harassed. though he may desperately want a herd for himself, osiris has made up his mind to only gain mares through peaceful means. unless of course he has to defend them, then he'll fight with everything within him.

at the waterhole, he takes his time in getting a drink before moving to the shoreline and starting to graze upon the lush grass shoots that grew there. though he was simply eating, his placement was strategic. positioning himself by the waterhole makes it so any mare or stallion that wants a drink must deal with his presence. with so many stallions being younger than himself, he was sure they would steer clear and go to the other end of the waterhole to keep away from him while mares would surely be drawn to where he grazes, a strong stallion in his prime would be hard to resist for a mare in heat.

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ely ● 16 years ● loner
mustang/paint ● chestnut tobiano
─── x ───
no stallion
just birthed [valkyrie]
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location; valley
tags; open
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being so heavily pregnant was both a blessing and a curse. a blessing since it was almost over and a curse since she felt as if she weighed several tons and was wider than an elephant. her back hurt, her legs were sore, and the skin around her belly was pulled tighter than a drum. it was so uncomfortable and it caused the mare to be extremely grumpy. though she may usually be a kind and motherly type of mare, she was at her wits end with being pregnant and just wanted it to be over. this was probably the hardest pregnancy she's been through thus far and with her age only growing, she's sure they won't get much easier.

elysia travels as far into the valley as she could in her state and ends up flopping onto the ground beneath a shady tree with an exhausted groan. though she may want to get farther into the valley where everyone else seems to be standing around chatting, she was too tired to continue any farther. her sides burned and ached as the muscles tense and cramp. after so many years being pregnant and having foals, she knows when her labors start and it seems this one has finally decided to start. though it was a relief that her pregnancy was finally over, the birthing process was anything but relaxing. it was one of the most painful births she's had and all for a single little filly. the foal was tiny, almost a runt in size but alive and healthy from what she can see. it takes a while for the aged mother to recover enough to stand and clean her new filly whom she has named 'valkyrie'.

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cae [kay] ● 4 weeks ● loner
draft cross ● black tovero
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no herd
orphan
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location; walley [wandering]
tags; ebony & mares
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the black and white foal wanders aimlessly around the valley in search of his missing mother. he hasn't seen her in nearly a week and he was so hungry. cae was skin and bones, all legs and little else. it was painfully clear just how long this colt has been alone and without a mother or even a herd. it was definitely a surprise at how this foal was even alive considering how many predators were out searching for such a lone foal. he's had a few close encounters though, several scratch marks and bleeding wounds dotted his rump and shoulder from when he was able to flee the claws of a young cougar. the cat's inexperience was what saved his life.

alcaeus gives pitiful little whinnies and nickers, trying to call for his mother but receives no answer. he keeps walking even though he feel about ready to drop, scared that if he stops and lays down that he'll never get back up. after several minutes, he spots a small figure darting around with several larger figures nearby. a herd? the foal heads towards the smaller figure that was running around and whinnies to it. as he gets closer, cae sees that it was a little filly running around with a few mares standing around nearby. there was no stallion to be seen so cae relaxes a little, his mother had told him about how stallions don't like colts that aren't their own before she had disappeared. the colt nickers to ebony as he gets close enough to the filly and hopes she's friendly. maybe one of the mares nearby was her mother and would let him stay.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cybele
Mare|9 years old|15 hands|Paint|Herd:open|Tags/mentions: Ebony,Poppy,Sunny, Alcaeus, Open
Cybele relaxed once she realized that neither of the mares would be a threat She walked forward a little more her daughter at her side before coming to a stop " Hello, I'm Cybele" She responded politely. Cybele looked behind her in confusion when she saw her daughter run off and noticed a small colt standing by himself she immediately trotted over and began to gently sniff him and saw that he had scratches on his rump and shoulder" Are you lost" she asked her voice filled with concern about the small colt she knew that if he stayed by himself he would probably die.

Ebony
Filly|1 month|Paintxquarter|herd:open|tags/mentions: Cybele,Poppy,Sunny,Alcaeus Open
Ebony looked at the two new horses and once she saw her mother walk towards them she walked slightly behind her mother feeling shy but still excited nonetheless. She felt her mother nudge her flank and took a big breath before introducing herself "I'm Ebony It's a pleasure to meet you both" She nickered gently looking at both of the dark-colored thoroughbred mares. Her ears pricked up when she heard a nicker and saw a small colt she immediately ran over to him excited to finally see another horse her age she stopped though when she saw how frail he looked. "[color=#65e92]Hello I'm Ebony what's your name[/color]" Ebony nickered gently he looked awful and she hoped that he would be okay.
(sorry it took me so long to get a post up, I've been completely buried in homework)

[kilimanjaro]

= A R T A X =
age; ten years sex; stallion breed; mustang x thoroughbred height; 16"1 tags; Liberty, Florence, Ra

The scents of mares seemed to be all around him now. Every direction beckoned Artax to take a sniff and nicker. Still highly aware of the presence of another stallion along the river, Artax walked forward toward the nearest scent. The mare must have smelt him too as she let out a squeal. The big bay stallion nickered back to her, tail swishing and neck standing tall. He pawed the ground and let out a loud neigh in hopes that the other mares he could smell would be curious enough to find him. He could see a beautiful dapple grey in the distance but for now his attention was solely on the chestnut splash mare. He picked up a trot toward her and only stopped after he had pranced a circle around her. "Hi," he nickered swatting the flies away with his tangled tail.

= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; Minerva, Mona, Neptune, Rose, Rowena

Cricket eyed the stallion thoughtfully. His words did nothing to comfort her and in all her years of being a lone mare, she knew well enough that stallions were almost never kind for the fun of it. "I'm fine and don't need your help," she said, a bit feistier than she had first intended. Cricket watched the horses around her for any signs of aggression. Her leg was killing her and she could feel the cold trails of blood dripping off her hock. If she could find some water she could probably rinse her leg well enough for it to stop bleeding. Her instincts told her not to turn her back on this stallion though. Neptune, he had called himself. Well, Neptune seemed nice but in Cricket's experience, stallions were never as nice as they seemed.

= A S P E N =
age; four sex; mare breed; quarter horse x mustang height; 15"2 tags; Lucifer, Corva

Aspen eyed the paint stallion, swishing her tail patiently. He seemed far more interested in the paint mare that was up the hill a little bit. But still he beckoned for her to come down to him. Her initial instinct told her to follow him. He wouldn't hurt her and chances are the mare wouldn't either unless she was the jealous type. That didn't comfort Aspen all that much but she didn't have all of spring to be picky. She needed a herd quickly despite her apprehensions. Only on her own for the last half of winter, Aspen knew it wouldn't be long before bears came out of their dens and the wolves had hangry pups to feed. Just go down, she told herself. With a swish of her tail, the little buckskin began picking her way toward the two paints. Trying not to seem overly interested, she nibbled on a few patches of grass here and there as she made her way toward the two. The stallion was awfully eager from the looks of him as he moved around the pinto mare. Aspen snorted at his confidence. It was cute in a way. She wasn't entirely sure why but she liked the look of him, at least from the few yards away she stood. A few swishes of her tail let her heat scent drift toward him and hopefully he'd find her a bit more interesting sooner rather than later.

= J U N I P E R =
age; twelve sex; mare breed; mustang height; 15" tags; Elysia, Valkyrie

The mustang mare made her way up the side of a valley, her muscles working to pull herself up the incline. There were several scents nearby but one of them piqued her interest more than the others. The spring breeze brought the scent to her nose of birth. From a distance, she could see a chestnut paint mare pulling herself up and grooming a newborn foal. Juniper knew the fierceness of a new mother and decided to stay a fair distance away. She lowered her head and ate several sprigs of clovers while keeping her eyes on the other mare.

= D R U =
age; five years sex; mare breed; thoroughbred height; 16"3 tags; Ebony, Poppy, Sunny, Cybele, Alceus

A large black thoroughbred mare whinnied as she cantered down a soft slope, dirt kicking behind her. Dru's mane whipped as she cantered and the breeze pulled on her hair. She could see several horses and foals mulling around near several large oak trees. A herd most likely. She nickered to the group when she didn't see a stallion. In the very beginnings of her heat cycle, Dru wasn't all that interested by being claimed by a stallion just yet. She seemed rather stallion-like herself, with a large crested neck and muscular rump but her eyes were feminine and chocolaty brown. A black overo mare and her filly were chatting with a little paint colt. Dru chuckled to herself noticing that the other two mares were black as well. Every horse in the clearing was black, that didn't happen all that often. She whinnied to the group, hoping to find some new friends in the group.

= A L E U =
age; two years sex; mare breed; mustang x thoroughbred x unknown height; 16" tags; Osiris

The little mare made her way through the small groups of other horses, uninterested in what they were doing or saying. Several stallions called to Aleu but she turned her nose up and continued toward the small waterhole nearby. Her mother had always taught her not to settle for the first stallion that gave her their time of day and she planned not to. At two years old, the mare was still growing and had just entered her first heat. Leaving her birth herd was difficult but not nearly as scary as all of the older mares made it seem. Her instincts of course told her to find a handsome, strong stallion but Aleu wasn't entirely sure she was ready for that sort of intimacy. Her body was ready but Aleu was still a filly in heart and would happily make any stallion wait for her to grow up. She stopped along the bank of the waterhole and bent down to take a small drink. In all honesty, she wasn't that thirsty, she just wanted a better look at the sooty buckskin who grazed along the edge. He looked much older than Aleu. The blue roan paint mare didn't hide her obvious staring at the stallion. She was always more brash than the other fillies she grew up with and she saw no point in disguising her interest in the older stud. Her initial interest gave her hope in her tastes. This stallion had a healthy coat. He wasn't patchy with his winter coat still like some of the other ragged stallions she had seen. The buckskin had strong muscles and a well-filled out neck. Good genes, that's for sure. Aleu snorted at herself for looking him over so intensely. A sultry gaze to look him over is alluring but Aleu's staring was just plain rude. Confident in her idea of the stallion, she made her way towards him. She didn't mind making the first move with her first ever interaction with a stallion other than her father. A soft nicker left her lips and she waited for his reply.

[. mira .]

♣ ℕ𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 ♣
i. stallion ii. twelve
iii. chestnut swb x mustang iv. mares: none
v. tags: minerva, mona, cricket, rose, rowena

He was quiet, watching and listening to the mare. She was quite stubborn and apparently hadn't get realized she wasn't exactly in fighting shape. Neptune would never snake her or be rude but she was grated on his nerves slightly. "I know you do.. After all you just fought of that wolf pack by yourself. I'm impressed." His words were sincere and without sarcasm. "But I just think that in the shape that you're in, with a badly wounded leg, that you shouldn't be out here without someone protecting you. Predators are close. Not to mention, two of you are deep in your heat and easily manipulated by less patient stallions." Neptune's body language remained calm and his goal was to reassure the mares to the point where they wouldn't be so on edge with him. At least enough to have proper introductions.



♡ ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕪 ♡
i. mare ii. six iii. heat 1
iv. black thoroughbred v. stallion: none
vi. tags: sunny, cybele, ebony, alcaeus

Poppy was mid-conversation with the mare when it abruptly stopped. Poppy looked in the direction the paint was looking and saw an adorable small colt. But something was wrong - why wasn't he with his mother? She watched as Cybele moved towards him, going straight into her mother mode and interrogating the small foal. Poppy didn't want to frighten him so she hung back, watching and smiled at her sister. They shared a look, both thinking the same thing: the colt was adorable! The black Thoroughbred shifted her gaze when she saw another mare coming down a hill to join the gathering. When she saw the new mare, Poppy couldn't help but laugh out loud - the whole gathering was black, even Cybele's filly! What an interesting occurence. Poppy whinnied back to the mare. "Hello." She walked towards the mare but kept an eye on Cybele, Ebony, and the new colt who appeared.

[azhefa.]

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no nick ● 14 years ● bachelor
mustang/percheron ● buckskin
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0 coverings
lead ● mare
mare ● mare
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location; valley [waterhole]
tags; aleu
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the stallion moves around a little area by the water's edge, grazing on the fresh shoots that grew there. his idle appearance was actually real since he wasn't interested in wasting energy by running around trying to find mares. all horses need water and being stationed by one of the only, and biggest, sources of water, he's guaranteed to meet at least a few mares by the end of the day. his dark tail flicks way flies as he grazes and after a minute he shakes out his thick mane and turns to move to the water for a drink. osiris takes a long drink of the cool water before lifting his head and looking around. several horses were nearby, but none seem interested enough to come over just yet. that is until he spots a little blue roan mare nearby. she looked very young and upon closer look, she seemed to be only just out of foalhood. the very faint trace of heat reaches his nostrils and he sniffs at it before concluding that she must be in her first heat, making her a filly in all but name.

osiris watches the painted filly move to the water and rather openly stare at him. it feels quite nice to have someone openly admire him in such a manner. she seems to be a rather bold little thing by the way she moves closer and gives him a rather sultry look along with a nicker of greeting. osiris hasn't really met such a bold mare before and is actually enjoying it. he nickers in return and approaches the much younger mare, his neck curling in a rather flashy manner as he snorts and then reaches out to touch her shoulder with his muzzle. she smelt like heat but it was still faint so he has time to court her properly before jumping into things. he lightly trails his muzzle over her neck as he scents her pretty coat. "my my, what a lovely little flower you are," he nickers smoothly, his voice just deep enough to give some rumble but also smooth enough for his words to flow like silk. "i can already tell you're going to be a trouble maker." such a young, pretty mare will surely draw in all kinds of young studs wanting her for themselves and no doubt forcing osiris to defend against them. trouble indeed.

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ely ● 16 years ● loner
mustang/paint ● chestnut tobiano
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no stallion
just birthed [valkyrie]
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location; valley
tags; juniper
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as elysia stands and rests, her little filly wobbles to her feet and starts nursing. though she had just birthed, the mare knows she'll be going into heat again in only a week which means stallions will be quite interested in getting her secured in their herd before it starts. she grooms valkyrie while the foal nurses, but hears hooves approaching and looks over to see a figure approaching. the mare tenses and pins her ears before seeing that it was just another mare. they were younger than herself and stays away out of respect so elysia ignores her in favor of her filly.

[sorry rushed, more later]

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cae [kay] ● 4 weeks ● loner
draft cross ● black tovero
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no herd
orphan
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location; valley
tags; ebony, cybele & mares
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he was so weak and hungry that he barely understands what the filly and mare had said when they approached. all he could think of was suckling. alcaeus clacks his teeth in submission to the larger mare and ducks his head as she sniffs at him. he had been rejected harshly by another mare and she had nipped him so he expects this mare to do the same. luckily, she was much nicer and seems almost worried for him. the filly was also quite nice as well and it makes him relax enough to give a pitiful whicker, pleading for help. he may know how to speak, but he was far too weak to voice anything but half whispered sounds. off to the side stood more mares and it makes him hesitate since many mares means a stallion must be nearby and a stallion would surely cause him some trouble, possibly even kill him for approaching. alcaeus wobbles a little and has to stagger sideways to remain standing, his legs growing weaker by the minute. in his desperation, the colt doesn't even ask for permission before practically diving beneath cybele's figure and seeking out the milk he could scent. once located, he suckles greedily until he can't stomach anymore. alcaeus gives a big huff before folding his legs and all but flopping onto the ground beneath the painted mare. exhaustion overtakes him quickly and he is out cold in only a few seconds.

[kilimanjaro]

= A R T A X =
age; ten years sex; stallion breed; mustang x thoroughbred height; 16"1 tags; Liberty, Florence, Ra

The scents of mares seemed to be all around him now. Every direction beckoned Artax to take a sniff and nicker. Still highly aware of the presence of another stallion along the river, Artax walked forward toward the nearest scent. The mare must have smelt him too as she let out a squeal. The big bay stallion nickered back to her, tail swishing and neck standing tall. He pawed the ground and let out a loud neigh in hopes that the other mares he could smell would be curious enough to find him. He could see a beautiful dapple grey in the distance but for now his attention was solely on the chestnut splash mare. He picked up a trot toward her and only stopped after he had pranced a circle around her. "Hi," he nickered swatting the flies away with his tangled tail.

= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; Minerva, Mona, Neptune, Rose, Rowena

The stallion was right. Most other, more desperate studs would take advantage of an injured mare. Cricket looked over at the chestnut arabian who seemed to have the same feelings about this Neptune as she had. Distrust. With a harsh snort, Cricket lifted her head bringing her to her full height, at least a hand taller than the stallion. She had no interest in being claimed and covered under the guise of "being protected" and she needed to be sure that Neptune knew that as well. "How do you suppose you'll protect me?" she asked, a genuine curiosity to her tone. The old mare was stubborn and dominant but she wasn't stupid. A day on her own and she'd be as good as dead. But she wouldn't be able to stand the weight of any stallion that tried his luck, either. The pain in her leg was starting to grow stronger as her adrenaline began to wear off. It wouldn't be long before just standing was too painful to bear. She would need protecting from a stallion that wouldn't try anything stupid with her even though she was deep into her heat. Neptune seemed more polite than some other stallions Cricket had met but she would not go easily.

= A S P E N =
age; four sex; mare breed; quarter horse x mustang height; 15"2 tags; Lucifer, Corva

Aspen eyed the paint stallion, swishing her tail patiently. He seemed far more interested in the paint mare that was up the hill a little bit. But still he beckoned for her to come down to him. Her initial instinct told her to follow him. He wouldn't hurt her and chances are the mare wouldn't either unless she was the jealous type. That didn't comfort Aspen all that much but she didn't have all of spring to be picky. She needed a herd quickly despite her apprehensions. Only on her own for the last half of winter, Aspen knew it wouldn't be long before bears came out of their dens and the wolves had hangry pups to feed. Just go down, she told herself. With a swish of her tail, the little buckskin began picking her way toward the two paints. Trying not to seem overly interested, she nibbled on a few patches of grass here and there as she made her way toward the two. The stallion was awfully eager from the looks of him as he moved around the pinto mare. Aspen snorted at his confidence. It was cute in a way. She wasn't entirely sure why but she liked the look of him, at least from the few yards away she stood. A few swishes of her tail let her heat scent drift toward him and hopefully he'd find her a bit more interesting sooner rather than later.

= J U N I P E R =
age; twelve sex; mare breed; mustang height; 15" tags; Elysia, Valkyrie

Juniper noticed the mare pin her ears at her but decided to continue grazing nearby. The little bay mare was no threat to anyone and she really had only come to admire the foal. It had only been a few weeks since she had lost her foal to a cougar, and her belly was still large, trying to recover from the burden of carrying a foal for so many months. Juniper had often contemplated stealing a foal off another mare but her better judgement told her not to. It would cruel for any horse to do such a thing and just because her body ached for a baby of its own, didn't give her any reason to take another mare's foal. Juniper sighed as she munched on several blades of crisp spring grass. A few clouds seemed to be rolling in as she ate. It wouldn't be long before some showers blew through. A lone oak sat between Juniper and the mare. With a small sigh, she set off toward the shelter of the large branches of the tree, hoping she wouldn't be caught in the rain before she made it over there.

= D R U =
age; five years sex; mare breed; thoroughbred height; 16"3 tags; Poppy, Sunny, Cybele, Ebony, Alcaeus

Dru nickered and trotted down to meet one of the black mares. She came to a stop nearby and sniffed the new mare's shoulder with friendly pricked ears. "Hi," she said, backing up to get a good look at the mare. The mare looked so similar to Dru, it was uncanny! She was black and had the lean musculature of a healthy thoroughbred. "I'm Dru," she told this new mare with a few pleased swishes of her tail. "This is quite the gathering," she nickered, looking at the several mares around the valley. She couldn't help but notice a colt suckling on a mare that didn't seem to be his mother. Dru cocked her head as the little paint colt collapsed in exhaustion. Didn't seem like he had a very good day.

= A L E U =
age; two years sex; mare breed; mustang x thoroughbred x unknown height; 16" tags; Osiris

Aleu found herself smiling at the stallion's words. He knew how to win a mare over quickly, that was for sure. However, this little mare would need some solid convincing to follow the first stallion she encountered. "I only cause trouble when I need to," she cooed with a few swishes of her cream tail. His muzzle tickled her neck and she twitched a little with a small snort. This seemed right. She had seen many mares courted by stallions before had never known how to do it on her own. Aleu sighed and let her instincts take over. Slowly, she circled the stallion, eyeing him closely. "My name is Aleu," she said as she made her way back to the front of him. He was very handsome. A bit taller than her too which of course was a plus. Aleu's dark eyes had a small mischevious sparkle in them as she swished her tail, her faint heat scent trailing through the valley. She knew her heat wouldn't be strong for awhile so her best bet for getting a stud was to be as enticing as she could.

[Perfect Polish]

Jazz/14/Stallion/TB Appendix/Tags: Ylva

Noticing the mares reception of him, Jazz slowed downed to a prance before allowing his hooves to stop a few feet away. She was muddy and her winter coat still clung in patch places giving her a slightly rough appearance, however underneath it all Jazz new there was a pretty little paint mare. Nickering a calm greeting, he hoped it would put her at ease. The blue roan stallion had experience with mares in early heat being aggressive or flighty. Jazz's coat was still wet from the stream and he shivered as the cool breeze swept off the mountains. "Hello there, my name is Jazz" he said dipping his head in a friendly matter.

Rowena/10/Mare/QH Appaloosa/Tags; Cricket

Adrenaline flooded through Rowena's veins as her pale hooves landed on the small figure below her. Sounds of hoof beats made the appaloosa whirl around to face to new threat however a small dainty mare appeared, throwing her hooves down on the wolf behind Rowena. The pack, determining three powerful mares was too much, scampered off into the dark. "And don't come back" Rowena squalled, stomping her hoof to the ground. Checking her new companions, Rowena noticed the gash in the dappled mares back hock but she seemed fine. The little herd continued through the woods. A strong and bold nicker caught her attention and Rowena soon noticed a large chestnut with two bays standing not far behind. It was soon clear that the chestnut was a stallion and her companions adopted a defensive posture. Despite being deep in heat, Rowena was carefully evaluated the stallion. He seemed friendly and after his greeting and offer from protection, Rowena was not sure why her companion where aggressively reacting. A stallion like Neptune would offer protection and he seemed like a perfect band stallion. She wanted to stay with him.

Aphrodite/14/Mare/Appaloosa Arab TB/Open

There was no greater word to describe Aphrodite except a drama queen. Her mother had named her Aphrodite because of her beautiful blanket coat, but soon her personality seemed to embody it as well. Getting dirty, getting too cold or hot, stallion fighting; the mare avoided all of that. Now that spring had come, flies emerged form their dormant state to torment her. The bay mare flicked her tail furiously, her agitation growing as a large horse fly landed on her speckled rump. Squealing frustration she darted forward, kicking out with her dark legs. Her agitation was further fueled by her deep heat which was being thrown around with her kicking and tail flicking. It was a wonder stallions weren't already swarming.

Corva/9/Mare/APH AQH/ Tags; Lucifer and Aspen

The painted stallion seemed to pick his interest much to Corva's happiness as he sauntered over to her. His friendly nicker response pleased the splash mare as she moved closer. The stallion seemed to encourage the buckskin in the distance to come closer but soon turned his attention back on her. His nose bumped her shoulder offering what Corva new to be the start of courtship. Her ear flicked back almost shocked at his forwardness however her heat scent brain took over. Her tail flicked to the side as his nose traveled to her hip. Her permission was all that stood in the way and she allowed it.

Liberty/4/Mare/AQH APH/ Tags: Artax

Liberty trotted up to the stallion, her tail flicking and a flirty look in her eyes. She had a medium heat scent which she swished towards him hoping to play a little. Despite being young, she was quite forward. "Hey there" she neighed. Her attention was drawn as he seemed suddenly distracted by other mares in the distance. It irritated her slightly that he was not focusing. Her ears flicked back and her tail flicked for a minute but his own "hey" brought her back. "My names Liberty" she said, bumping her nose to his.

Beauty/10/Mare/Clydesdale GV/Aurora, Osiris, Alue

Tall and beautiful, Beauty's name certainly suited her. She had been born to a majestic pure bred Clydesdale mare who had worked for the humans her whole life. Her sire had been a small but strong Gypsy Vanner stallion. Beauty had claimed almost all her mothers looks but her fathers height had shortened her. Now at the ripe age of ten, the mare had been lone for 7 years. She had temporarily resided in a herd from about 3 till she was 8 but the stallion that had sired her last foal had been killed, leaving the two alone again. Beauty gazed at her daughter who lingered no far from her in the sun. Her once black as night little filly had grown into a ghostly white mare. At the age of three, her daughter would be entering her first heat season and Beauty was excited to see what foals she would bring as well. The older mare let her forlegs bend as she lowered herself to the ground under the tall oaks to rest. Her eyes slowly drifted shut and dreams of future foals danced around her head. The mare was awoken by Aurora's alerting. Her eyes glanced up and noticed what her daughter saw in the distance. A stallion scent hint her nostrils and she determined the sooty buckskin was a stallion. The small blue roan paint beside the stallion must be a maiden mare. Getting up to her feet, the 16.3hh mare let out a whinney, alerting the stallion of their presence.

Aurora/3/Mare/Clydesdale GV Percheron QH/Osiris, Aleu, Beauty

Aurora flicked her tail as an unfamiliar scent drifted towards her nose. It was her own but unlike any she as familiar with. A heat scent is what her mother had described it. All Aurora knew was she wanted to find a stallion soon. The tall white mare stood watchfully next to her mother, studying her new scent. The air smelled of stallion but Aurora would leave her mother just yet. Maybe the two could find a suitor together. Letting out a sigh, she cocked her back hoof and allowed her head to lazily dip to the ground. Sudden strong scent hit the mare and her head jerked up. She snorted to wake her mother as her eyes found a buckskin and a paint in the distance.

[. mira .]

♣ ℕ𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 ♣
i. stallion ii. twelve
iii. chestnut swb x mustang iv. mares: none
v. tags: minerva, mona, cricket, rose, rowena

Neptune heard the harsh distrust in the mare's snort. Although she raised herself to her full height, a hand taller, he knew that if it really came to a shoving match Neptune would win. He was uninjured and in his prime. However he had never been one to push mares around, finding it rude and unproductive in the long run. The sun slid through the trees, bright with the possibility of new life in the spring season. Neptune laughed, a sliver of arrogance creeping into his tone. "I'm in my prime and fit, so I can offer stability. No stallion would snake you from me, nor would any more wolves attempt to hunt you." His answer would satisfy the older mare, he hoped, as she seemed to be more willing to join him than before. She hadn't left yet, despite her tenseness and unsureness. Neptune suspected her leg was bothering her more than she was willing to let on. It was possible the older mare wasn't even able to walk, which would be an even bigger reason that Neptune should stay with her and she should accept him. A wounded mare, deep in her heat, was a sitting duck for predators and stallions alike. The appaloosa mare standing slightly behind had said nothing but her body language suggested she was much more docile than the other two, probably just hoping to be safe. He nodded slightly in her direction as a greeting before returning his gaze to the warmblood.



♡ ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕪 ♡
i. mare ii. six iii. heat 1
iv. black thoroughbred v. stallion: none
vi. tags: dru, sunny, cybele, ebony, alcaeus

Dru seemed equally surprised - they were so similar in looks it was as if they were sisters, maybe even twins. Poppy sniffed her as well and noticed the absence of a stallion's scent. Another lone mare to join the gathering. They would probably attract a stallion, with so many of them together. Poppy was neither excited nor anxious about the possible arrival of a stallion. Though she was slightly shy and a bit wary she'd also enjoy the company of a strong stallion. The black thoroughbred replied with a smile, "Nice to meet you, I'm Poppy. Welcome to our gathering of black mares." She chuckled self-consciously. Poppy saw a black paint colt emerge, looking frightened and unsure. She began walking towards him, her eyes showing concern but she stopped when it appeared Cybele had things under control. Extra horses crowding the already ill-looking colt wouldn't be so much of a help as a hinder. Poppy turned back towards Dru but her gaze stayed on the colt. She wondered where he came from, where was his mother. Did he even have a mother? The poor thing. After suddenly nursing the month-old foal collapsed and Poppy's ears twitched worriedly. Dru seemed concerned as well. "I'm not sure where that colt came from - the filly over there," Poppy nodded towards Ebony, who was energetic as usual despite the commotion. "Is Ebony, who belongs to Cybele. But I've never seen that colt around here before - he's certainly not mine or Sunny's."

[Alledowaya]

Ra |9 Yr Old & 16.1 hh | Mustang x Quarter Horse | Bachelor Stallion
Mares: Open
Tags: Vanya (mention of Liberty and Artax)

Ra stood completely still when Vanya inspected him, a weird movement might chase her off accidentally, and he was raring to have a new mare around. Their sensible minds seemed to help studs who would listen, and he was determined to be such a stallion. Once she had completed her circle of him, he turned to her and gave a smile, "I'm glad you did alright over the winter, and I'm sure you'll be back to normal in no time." He kept his ears perked on her now, totally entranced by the lass in front of him. She was very polite, and seemingly understood that he was just worried. Ra touched his nose to hers, taking in her scent, and hoping that she would accept his new question just as gracefully. Knowing she was in heat, he was excited, but he was a very respectful and loyal stallion, and wanted to invite her to roam with him before doing anything considered impatient, even though he was. He pranced away a little bit then, turning back, asked, "Well, I know this is sudden, but I really don't wish to be caught up in a fight if unnecessary, would you care to join me as one of mine? We can go away from this spot to avoid conflict. Which, with you I wouldn't doubt he'd try to snake you away." He nodded his head in the direction of the neighs and nickers from the other horses and what undoubtedly was another stud.
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Ylva | 12 Yr Old & 15.1 hh | American Paint x Norwegian Fjord | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Early
Tags: Jazz

Ylva was always painstakingly aware of other horses, being a stubborn and brave mare she always ended up caring for the foals when the herd had to rush. Leaving her with paranoia of others, though this stallion was not forcing himself towards her, so she relaxed her ears and body into a more interested position. She wasn't very far along in her cycle, so the stud was likely more interested in having her as a mare than... having her in that way. Logic told her that spring was here, and that meant predators and rampaging. She was a well built mare for attacking and guarding, but even she knew that times would be hard without a stallion around. Taking a few steps towards the stud, she finally spoke to him. Hopefully not taking long enough to make him upset with her, "Your name is very lively, I like it. my name is Ylva." Speaking in a heavy mountainous accent, "I'm hoping the flats will have more greenery than the mountains, are you headed up or down?" Ylva reached her head down to scratch it, taking her sight off of Jazz for a moment. Giving clear intention that she would like to join him, after all, what mare could survive alone? They were herd animals, and she missed having a stallion to look up to, even if she wouldn't outright show it.
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Rose | 7 Yr Old & 16.2 hh | Anglo Arabian | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Full
Tags: Cricket, Rowena, Neptune, Minerva, Mona

Rose took a step back, Cricket seemed more than capable of questioning the stud herself. Rose relaxed a bit, taking a closer look at the stud, while he was a bit flustered from Cricket's interrogation he was handsome. A chestnut like herself, Rose thought she must have been biased, most red horses were pretty or handsome to her. The other mares by his side were also in good shape, and seemed healthy. She flicked her tail a bit, sweeping her full heat from her and toward the stud almost casually. She was starting to think that maybe it wasn't a bad idea to join the stallion if he's been this persistent. So many mares would be a hinderance to an unready stud, but he didn't seem to carry any of those worries. Turning back to Rowena, The flaxen chestnut mare nickered back to her in a question, "What do you think of him..?"
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Azshara | 15 Yr Old & 14.3 hh | Quarter Horse | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Mid
Tags: Open

Despite leaving the area as soon as she could, Azshara could faintly smell the scent of skunk still. Since it was spring, she did not want another stallion smelling her like this, she gave a big sigh and started heading to where she knew wild tomatos grew. Her dam had taught her this trick, and it had been passed down through their family along with many other random facts about fruits and herbs. Her dam had told her that when the humans ruled the land, they would use tomatoes to dim the scent of skunk if a horse got sprayed by one. Finding the wild vines in the trees, Azshara started to pull whole groups down, enough for her to roll in.

A few hours later say the champagne mare in the lake, to wash off all of the red tomatoes she had smeared all over herself. Finally clean and shiny, she hauled herself from the clean water and shook herself on the banks. Azshara settled down for a rest in the shade of a wide elm tree.

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