V A G A B O N D
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{ 13 year old, 18.1 hand, dapple grey, andy x tb stallion | mares;; none | tags;; callisto, juniper, sparkle, flicker, punk, mica }
{ i just noticed junipers height, horses go by .3 of a height, so 14.2, 14.3, 15.0 etc }
thick long forelock hid his golden brown eyes, after the younger male had wondered off he had almost fallen asleep, it was not until a quiet neigh echoed from the south that he had realised the true intentions of the younger stallion leaving. vagabond had been so preoccupied with sleep and that he'd managed to miss the arrival of not one, but two mares. despite the surprise, he did not act shocked, instead he took a few steps off to the side and turned his neck toward the two females. he blinked away some long mane and snorted gently. he watched the two and noticed the youngsters small frame and shorter tail, she was young, perhaps even only freshly weaned, quite often he had met mares who nursed foals right up till they were two, not deliberately, often it was because she fell pregnant soon after the first foal was born, and so she never dried up and when the second foal was born, the older continued to nurse, he had watched it happen a few times in his own herd.
knowing due to his size, seeming over keen was never a good idea, he swished his tail and lifted his top lip in a phlegmon response to the two. he took in their smell and ensured she kept them in his mind for later before he whinnied back.
the dapple grey stallion then began his short journey toward the two. as he grew closer he noted the filly was definitely more excited, that didn't bother him however, it made sense really, youngsters seeked companionship, older wiser mares knew sometimes being cautious, was a better approach.
not wanting to concern the older mare. slowed to almost a halt and nickered gently again before closing the gap, bringing is head up and down into an arch, a deliberate act any well seasoned stallion would do, perhaps showing off, but it made him look more appealing and attractive to a mare, while appearing dominant, strong to other stallions. he clapped two rubbery lips together as he gently bopped his muzzle against her, deciding to keep most of his attention on the older mare, knowing if he showed too much eagerness in the youngster, she might not take kindly, this of course was also how he would approach any mare with a foal in tow, the foal itself colt or filly, was useless to him. the filly only held use in a year or two, which why that may sound horrible to a mare if he was to put it in words, most understood. afterall, the sole purpose of being a stallion was to procreate, he could not do that with this filly. while it could become difficult as she would be approaching her cycle soon if she had not already, he had made note of her age, and with his height, pregnancy could be fatal at her age. a younger stallion would not necessarily understand this, and may try to go for the youngster first, but with age came wisdom, and vagabond knew better. so while he kept on ear on the youngster, mostly just to keep her safe, his sole attention was glued to the older mare infront of him, for if he impressed her, the filly would be simple.
while somewhat distracted and pre-occupied, the older stallion realised that the trio were no longer alone. he raised is head in alert and put himself in between the mare and the suspected danger instinctively. he let out a trumpeting bellow from his dark damp lips and watched warily as what looked like a small band of horses came into view, two older mares by the looks of things, both with foals in tow. the stallion flicked an ear to the mare behind him to ensure she was okay a he watched the newcomers intently.
vagabond was certain there would be a stallion not far behind them, and so he stood protectively over the mares behind him, despite the fact he had not yet had the chance to claim the duo, he stood firm and clearly ready to fight to protect the two. something he had done out of instinct, rather than a stallion trying to impress.
the still fluffy from winter stallion stood firm for some time as he waited for the group to have their stallion emerge. and after a few moments, he was surprised no stallion followed. he snorted gently and watched warily before he whinnied invitingly to the group, they were not too far away to be honest, but enough that he would have to snake the two behind him to get them together. for the moment the older male stood firm staying with the duo, but hoped that the older mare of the group would wonder over, he knew being with other mares would bode well with the group, he was not alone, that was a good sign. he was a little concerned they would pick up on the young colts scent from before and they would mistake himself with that colt, so with a gentle sigh he swished his slightly flagged tail and arched his neck slightly and whinnied again in hopes his pure attractiveness, would cloud the mares judgement and cause her to bring her group over, as for now, his protectiveness stuck to the duo behind him.
with a larger group of horses near by now, vagabond felt his instincts of grouping them all together high, and when he caught whiff of the young chestnut stallion before he noted it, the colt had not left the area. he snorted softly and gently nickered to the duo behind him to alert them of the colts presence, before calling out louder to the group, he could not see the colt yet, but the smell had left a while ago and had since come back, which meant he was lurking probably in the forrest not far from the group.
P A N D O R A
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{ 12 year old, 15.2 hand, brown black, anglo arabian mare | stallion;; none | tags;; safira }
the older mare listened to the youngster curiously as she spoke, her ears twitching as she listened and took in their surroundings. she huffed softly at her comment about being made to leave and thought to herself, most fillies left their birth herd around 2-3 years willingly, but occasionally if they came into their cycle as two year olds, their sire would chase them out to avoid inbreeding. she looked at the youngster again and nosed her softly before she very clearly winced.
a sharp kick to her stomach made displeased the older mare, she moved her neck and turned it to look back at her over sized stomach and gently pressed her muzzle against her stomach splaying her legs a little to be able to do so, she breathed softly on her stomach a few times before releasing her body with a shake, almost losing her footing due to her stomach's size. she looked to the young mare and offered a smile "you will do well on your own love, you will thrive" she spoke gently before twitching her muzzle and shaking out her mane, "if you would so like, you can stay with me, having company will also help me with my upcoming birth" she murmured softly to her before she lowered her nose to graze beside the young mare.
D E L I L A H
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{ 3 year old, 15 hand, chestnut, tb x aph mare | stallion;; none | tags;; lucy }
the young chestnut mare stood had been trotting along a well used path in search of company for some time now. her coat was thick and fluffy and dull, like almost every other horses coat at the moment, thick from winter and dull as her winter coat had begun to shed.
she trotted around and watched her surroundings curiously with bright blue eyes that popped against her sorrel coat. when a small branch snapped above her and fell down just behind her, the youngster spooked, launching forwards and double barrelling said branch causing the skin on her hocks and fetlocks to split. she launched forwards into a gallop and bolted down a path, she was barley paying attention when a black figure appeared in front of her. she squealed and slammed the breaks sliding and slipping and then jumping to the right behind the other figure to avoid crashing. she squealed and in fear kicked at the black figure to try to deter it from hurting her, she slowed to a brisk trot and raised her tail like a flag, her legs stepping so high she could practically touch the sky.
still spooked, it took her some time to realise the black figure was another mare. and after a few more minutes of her immaturity showing she settled down and clacked her teeth at the other mare in hopes of forgiveness, she hadn't meant to kick at her, and in her shock didn't know if she connected, right now all she felt was guilt and the sting of shallow cuts and grazes on her hind legs, some blood dripping from each wound yet already starting to clot.
P R I M R O S E
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{ 9 year old, 15.3 hand, chestnut overo, aph mare | stallion;; none | tags;; open }
grazing by a large lake. Tag her
