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❀mare→four→jiro's herd→in heat

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→→ ] Empire enjoyed the two mares spirited and friendly attitudes and naturally, she reflected it back. Accepting their invitations, she nipped at the grass, flavour exploding in her mouth. Vintage Empire had always loved to run and with this sudden sereneness and peace, she felt she was allowed.

Taking a few more bites, Empire then bounded off through the meadow. Her slender neck and long legs moved effortlessly as she moved about. Empire never went far from her two new friends, basically circling them. After doing this a few times and trampling the dirt, there was a perfect circle around Fiske and Blossom.

Empire would sometimes duck her head down and nip up some of the perfect grass before carrying on her circular journey. Royal's sad eyes were always with her but she managed to ignore them long enough to feel even slightly at peace. And to think, Jiro had done this by attacking the only family she had. Thinking of Jiro, she remembered him talking to the other stallion. It seemed he had some history which he hadn't shared with the other two mares because they seemed to be deep in thought as well.

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♛stallion→two and a half→lone

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→→ ] Royal gave her the slightest hint of a smirk at her answer. He knew his mother had moved on but his own future confused him. She was helping but what happened afterwards? Royal pushed the thought out of his mind and allowed her to help him. She seemed to be quite good at this and did it with ease whereas his mother probably would have had a big fuss.

Standing so close, he took in her features and did notice the similarity between her and Jiro. "My name is Royal Affair by the way."He said softly, trying to make conversation with the two year old. She was the first he had seen around his age in a long time as most young colts were kicked out or killed around here.

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Velvet Blossom

As Blossom grazed, Empire broke off into a smooth canter. Blossom wished to join her, but right now she felt a bit worried with Jiro not being near the herd, so she was conserving energy for the moment. But she smiled at Empire, happy to watch the cremello mare. The mare was beautiful, like any mare really was. All mares usually had their own beauty, and Empire was no exception. Munching on the grass, she smiled as she grazed, enjoying the small moment of peace.

But her mind kept wondering about what the dun stallion had said. Jiro's father? Her mind flashed to the scars, and she figured she might have a main idea... But yet, she didn't know about it, so it would be best not to spectulate. The fiery chestnut flicked a heat scented tail, before thinkung the better of it and snorting softly, deep in thought.

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{recap?}

Angel::
I trot away from the foal and over to Ghallad. The big powerful stallion makes me sink a bit. I didn't realize how big he actually was. I nose Ghallad, letting him know I was uncomfortable here, "I'm sorry I brought us here", I nicker softly to him. I look back at the big stallion and pin my ears back, showing my distaste for him without actually saying anything. I take a step back from him, ears still pinned. my shoulder brushes Ghallads. I look at him with uncertainty.

[canis,]

J I R O
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Gender: Stallion
Herd: His own
Tags: Fiske, Blossom, Paint

Don't get too close,
It's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide.

The black stallion couldn't help but grin a bit. The mare was clearly either excited or nervous. Her words gradually got faster and faster, and her questions kept coming. But Jiro was fine with it all. In fact, the mare reminded him a bit of Kimaya's mother. Friendly and outgoing. Once she was through, Jiro replayed her question in his head. "Yes, those mares are a part of my herd. And that colt," he said, acknowledging her previous comment, "did get into a bit of mischief. With the wrong stallion, might I add." As he glanced towards the colt, he saw his daughter supporting the brute. Jiro's eyes grew dark. He would discuss it with her later. But for now, he turned to look back at Paint.

K I M A Y A
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Gender: Mare
Herd: Her father's, Jiro
Tags: Royal Affair

You don't know her
like I do.
You'l never
understand.

Kimaya stayed by the colt's side, steadying his shaky body. At this point, she half expected her father to come and put an end to her assisting him. But another part of her knew that he would never dare to mess with her. Kimaya, after all, had inherited a large piece of her father's fire and stubbornness. When the colt spoke to her, she smiled a bit at his soft tone. Although she was a tough one, a gentle voice always eased her. The black and white filly responded with, "I'm Kimaya. Pleased to meet you Royal Affair." She had almost called him Roy, as his mother had earlier. But she remembered her manners at the last second, pronouncing his full name instead.

[no longer here]

Once Fiske finished trimming the patch of grass below her, the black mare stepped forward and began to start on another patch. Images of Jiro's scars kept appearing in her mind, as well as his brother's words about their father. The pretty mare began to make connections; she figured that he didn't have a very good past with his sire. Fiske looked up at Vintage, who was slowly cantering around her and Blossom repeatedly. She longed to join the beautiful mare but decided against it in order to conserve her energy. "Hey, Vintage," she said, swallowing grass, "are you going to join the herd? It would be wonderful to have a new friend, but if you are uncomfortable joining due to the recent events, that's fine."

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❀mare→four→jiro's herd→in heat

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→→ ] It seemed with infinite energy Empire kept going. It had been a while since she had been able to do this without checking on Royal or being alert for predators. She had a lot of emotions to burn off and so running seemed like her only option. She also thought of Jiro, his scars and his low, threatening voice to the other stallion. Perhaps there was a feud between them? Empire was in no mood to crash into his past and demand answers so she let it slip away for another time, perhaps when he was willing to share.

Checking once more for any dangers, the mare left her perfectly drawn 'protection' circle and joined the mares in it. Greeting them with a nicker, she listened to Fiske's question. It did make her pause for a while and think about her options. After a quick moment, Empire replied slowly as not to confuse them, "When Jiro spoke to me after Royal's attack, he said that the other two stallions would probably do the same thing to him but by the way he completely switched and turned savage I assume it meant he was the most aggressive or the most willing to deal out punishments for the sake of his herd. So if he was the most dangerous and he had shown kindness to me, wouldn't it mean he had particular reason? Either way, if he offers me a spot, it means I am safe from the other two and safe from the worst of them all. If I keep the most dangerous of them close, surely the other two would stay away?"

Empire paused her thoughts which she had said out loud to look at them. "Wouldn't it?" Her logic became suddenly confusing and her desire to make them understand made her self conscious of voicing her thoughts out loud. She didn't want them to know how she ticked or they might use it against her. Flipping to a flat tone, she shook her head and added, "Don't worry about it actually. I will speak with him when he has finished his business. "

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→→ ] Hearing her name, he repeated it once, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue comfortably. And then, his manners kicked in and he replied hastily, "Please, the pleasure's mine. After all, you are the only one holding your father back from starting round two on his new kicking bag." Spotting Jiro's glance to Kimaya, he realized the stallion disapproved of them conversing.

Looking to Paradise who was still with them, Royal felt that he needed to get moving. "Anyway, I best be leaving this place, wouldn't want to run into 'em brothers would I?" Royal excluded the fact that he could barely walk. In his mind, he thought that if he tried hard enough, he could hobble out of the place without losing another leg.

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Velvet Blossom

Blossom listened, nodding quietly. It made sense. However, after she was done, Blossom lapsed into silence to think about it for a while, and Empire's tone became flat. Immediately, Blossom realised she'd done something wrong, and stepped up, nuzzling Empire quickly. "Oh, no, no. Im sorry, I did something wrong. I wasn't... I wasn't thinking you made no sense, I was thinking about your answer and..." She trailed off, panicked with the thought that she had just ruined her friendship with the cremello mare.

She taking a deep breath, she looked down. "It does make sense, though." She said softly, her head hanging down a little, flustered with her own stupidity.

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

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↠↠↠ A thousand lies become you

n a m e ::
Lark
g e n d e r ::
Female
a g e ::
Five
h e r d ::
She is a loner and proud of it
r a n k ::
She's not in a herd currently.
c r u s h ::
Oh...you'd have to impress her for that...
m a t e ::
Not yet.
f o a l / s ::
Not yet.
p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n ::
Lark has a pure white hide with a few light grey dots dappled on her flanks.Her mane is pure-white and is braided in a few areas from when she was owned by a Native American tribe, she even has a few feathers tucked in her mane from them. She has long elegant,slender legs, which allow her to move around swiftly with ease, and her eyes are amber and constantly seem to dance with amusement. She is about 15 1/2" hands.
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Lark has always been out-going, and not afraid to speak her mind, except when it comes to stallions of course. Then she just automatically becomes timid and shy. She really hates when that happens. Lark has never really had any sort of a relationship with a stallion as most of her life prior was spent with that tribe that had gotten her mother killed. Lark is quite mischievous and intelligent. She always has a witty come-back and enjoys a stallion with a good sense of humor. Lark has always enjoyed freedom but lately she's been becoming kind of lonely.
h i s t o r y ::
Lark was born and raised in the prairies, so don't get the wrong idea about her, she's just as wild as any other horse, but when she was just a young filly she and her mother were captured by the tribe, her mother was killed by the other humans, that the tribe always fought against, eventually she supposes they lost, and she was set free. Though she still has those silly braids and the feathers are still tucked in her mane to this very day, though she has come to like them over time.

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

J I R O
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Gender: Stallion
Herd: His own
Tags: Fiske, Blossom, Paint

Don't get too close,
It's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide.

The black stallion couldn't help but grin a bit. The mare was clearly either excited or nervous. Her words gradually got faster and faster, and her questions kept coming. But Jiro was fine with it all. In fact, the mare reminded him a bit of Kimaya's mother. Friendly and outgoing. Once she was through, Jiro replayed her question in his head. "Yes, those mares are a part of my herd. And that colt," he said, acknowledging her previous comment, "did get into a bit of mischief. With the wrong stallion, might I add." As he glanced towards the colt, he saw his daughter supporting the brute. Jiro's eyes grew dark. He would discuss it with her later. But for now, he turned to look back at Paint.

K I M A Y A
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Gender: Mare
Herd: Her father's, Jiro
Tags: Royal Affair

You don't know her
like I do.
You'l never
understand.

Kimaya still held the colt, ignoring her father's look. He did not control who she conversed with. Or helped. However, the colt's last words shocked Kimaya. "Do you realize what will happen to you? You won't last long if you leave. Just come with me. I'll deal with my father later," she said. Truly, her voice held more of a commanding tone than a pleading one. This colt had already come close to dying once. And the black and white filly was not going to let his stupidity get him into another situation. Possibly a fatal one.

[Sepia]

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_ Iɴ Hᴇᴀᴛ _ Nᴏ Hᴇʀᴅ _
OOC_Nᴏᴛᴇs:

Oʜ ᴡᴏᴡ.
Tᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ, Pᴀɪɴᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ
ғᴀɴᴄɪғᴜʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ - ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ
ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʙᴀɴᴅ
sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ
ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. Sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴғᴀɴ (ɴᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ sᴏʀᴛ)
ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ɪᴅᴏʟ: ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ
ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ - ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ.
Tʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Jɪʀᴏ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ Pᴀɪɴᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ
ᴜɴsᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ.
"Wᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ....I'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, I-I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ."
Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢʟʏ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ. Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴍᴀʀᴇ
ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢsᴛᴇʀ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʟsᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀʟᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. "Wʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ."
Pᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ Jɪʀᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ
ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ: sʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴄᴜᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Iᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ
sʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ. Nᴏʀ, ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅɪᴅ sʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Jɪʀᴏ's ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ -
sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ, sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs. Sʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ
ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ.
""Bᴜᴛ I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ - ᴅᴏɢ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɢ, ᴏʀ sᴏ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ. Oʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ's
ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴏʀsᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏʀsᴇs....ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ? Mᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ
ᴀᴡғᴜʟ, sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ." Sʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ
ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴛ, ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Nᴇᴇᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪs sᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ
ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ's ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs, ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.
As ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʙʟᴇᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴᴇ sᴡᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs. Sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢʟʏ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ɴᴇxᴛ.
Dɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ? Sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ
ɴᴇᴡғᴏᴜɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ....ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ
ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀs. Iɴ ᴀɴ ǫᴜᴀɴᴅᴀʀʏ, sʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ,
sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ.

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