Ｗｉｌｄ Ｈｏｒｓｅｓ ｏｆ Ｅｕｒｏｖａ -Accepting-

[prisms]

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Annabelle

Name: Annabelle
Age: 5 years old
Breed: American Paint Horse
Gender: Mare
Heat: Yes, Stage 3
Tagged; Open

Annabelle crunched up her nose when she smelt
the grass nearby. "Too stinky!" She muttered.
Annabelle's tail swayed left and right. She spied
the area. Annabelle walked past a rock formation
and started to munch on a much lusher grass.

Annabelle could see stallions and mares in the
distance.

[azhefa.]

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Tιтαη
Bαcнєℓσя
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Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ☼ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ Nᴏ Hᴇʀᴅ ☼ # Oғ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs: None ☼ Tᴀɢs: Shatter, then none

The mature stallion trots with long strides, being a little flashy as he makes his way towards water. He passes Shatter's little herd and snorts, ignoring them both since the mare with the other stallion has no heat scent which means she was already covered. Titan tosses his head at Shatter just to let the other stallion know he was in the area and also to see if he can get the older stallion worked up. He moves to the water hole and drops his muzzle to drink, gulping down the cool liquid as if he'd been dying of thirst.

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Iℓℓυмιηєѕѕєηcє
Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ✰ 4 Yᴇᴀʀs ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: Shattered Titanium ✰ Pʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ ✰ Tᴀɢs: Shatter

Since she was already in a herd, Essence was content and relaxed, her heat was gone and she had a strong stallion to protect her. She flicks her tail at some flies as she grazes, her ears perking as another stallion approaches, but only snorts and returns to grazing, not interested in the flashy bay. The young mare glances over at Shatter, curious as to his mood, and goes back to grazing calmly.

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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
Lσηєя
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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 9 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: None

The older mare grazes, her lightly scented tail flicking at some flies that insisted on pestering her. She stands alone under a shady tree, not wanting any company or even a stallion, she was content just being alone for the time being.
(Open for anyone)

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Eѕтєℓℓα
Lσηєя
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Eʟʟᴀ ღ Nᴇᴡʙᴏʀɴ ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ღ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Pale Onyx ღ Tᴀɢs: Onyx

(Waiting for mother's post)

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Sтяσм Cℓσυ∂
Lσηєя
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Sᴛᴏʀᴍ ☁ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☁ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ☁ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ☁ Tᴀɢs: None

The old mare walks rather aimlessly in the valley, her large body was hard to miss, as was her snow white coat that was flecked with bits of black and dark grey. Storm snorts and shakes out her thick black mane, an odd contrast to her bright pelt, but she didn't mind it. Being crossed with a mustang and a draft makes the mare a bit stockier and more robust than the other mustang mares in the area, topping out at nearly 17 hands at the withers compared to the smaller 14-15.2 hands of the surrounding mustangs. She wasn't overly huge, but she was big enough to do some damage if challenged or attacked by any rivals, including stallions who are unwelcome and try to court her while she's not in the mood.
(Open for anyone)

[prisms]

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Annabelle

Name: Annabelle
Age: 5 years old
Breed: American Paint Horse
Gender: Mare
Heat: Yes, Stage 3
Tagged; Open

Annabelle sniffed the air. It smelled like Stallions. She
crunched up her nose again- Stallions like the one
that took her mother? Annabelle kept walking around.
She hopped into the tall grass and sat down. The
Lush grass felt good on her body. The mare felt calm
and nice.

[eleutheromania]

Name: Shattered Titanium
Age: 13 years
Rank: Band Stallion
Mares: illuminessence
Tagged:Titan; then none

The stallion flattened his ears at the younger stallion that passed. He snorted and stopped a hoof in warning, with flared nostrils. Titan had no business to be around his mare and for obvious reasons. Shatter wouldn't get worked up over the situation unless Titan provoked him further, which the stallion had little time for. Shatter tossed his head before going over to Essence and starting to graze

-Both my mares are open-

[prisms]

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Annabelle

Name: Annabelle
Age: 5 years old
Breed: American Paint Horse
Gender: Mare
Heat: Yes, Stage 3
Tagged; Open

Annabelle flipped her mane as she stood up in the wind.
How she longed to be with her mother and father
again. Annabelle sighed deeply before hopping
to her feet and running through the fields. She
stopped and started to drink water from the pool.
Annabelle saw good grass, and munched on them too.

"Why did I have to go..."

[lady windle.]

"Sorry I proofed went to dinner cx"

P a l e O n y x ♀
↠ lone mare ↠ tag - Estella ↠ eight years of age ↠ heat stage two
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The mare always kept her and her filly moving at all times, she had lost one foal on this island and she refused to loose little Estella. Her grey ears were perked up on her head her tail flicking up behind her as she peered behind her to make sure her filly was keeping up, which of course, she was. She was shy and sweet but very smart and looked nothing like her mother. Onyx laughed at that though and tapped her hoof on the ground to get her foals attention. "Feeling alright this morning?" She hoofed over to Estella's side and gave her a nuzzle on the cheek with her velveteen nose.

It had been awhile since Onyx had had a foal and Estella was a surprise to say the least.

[azhefa.]

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Tιтαη
Bαcнєℓσя
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Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ☼ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ Nᴏ Hᴇʀᴅ ☼ # Oғ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs: None ☼ Tᴀɢs: None

He snorts and tosses his head, his tail lashing around behind him a little as he trots away from the large water hole. His deep red bay coloring was nearly spotless, only marred by the many battle scars he has on his legs, chest and flanks. Titan takes great pride in his coat since he has yet to see another horse with a similar one, only lighter and duller ones which are plain in comparison. The stallion picks up his pace to a canter and then a gallop, his tail lifted like a flag behind him as he kicks out a few times, trying to release some pent up tension and energy.

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Iℓℓυмιηєѕѕєηcє
Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ✰ 4 Yᴇᴀʀs ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: Shattered Titanium ✰ Pʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ ✰ Tᴀɢs: Shatter

The young mare shakes out her pure white mane as her stallion comes over to her, is presence makes her feel even more safe and relaxed. She nickers to him and grooms his back, standing so that her tail lightly brushes his face to help keep flies away from his eyes.

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Eѕтєℓℓα
Lσηєя
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Eʟʟᴀ ღ Nᴇᴡʙᴏʀɴ ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ღ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Pale Onyx ღ Tᴀɢs: Onyx

Being so young, the filly was on the ground resting by her mother, her long spindly legs tucked beneath her. At the sound of Onyx's voice, Ella perks her ears and looks up to the grey mare, a light nicker coming from her tiny muzzle, she was still too young to really speak just yet. The foal yawns and attempts to get to her feet, but falls over on the first try. She snorts and tries again, this time making it all the way up with a little bit of shakiness. Estella hobbles over to her mother's side and ducks under her belly to nurse.

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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
Lσηєя
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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 9 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: None

The older mare grazes, her lightly scented tail flicking at some flies that insisted on pestering her. She stands alone under a shady tree, not wanting any company or even a stallion, she was content just being alone for the time being.
(Open for anyone)

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Sтяσм Cℓσυ∂
Lσηєя
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Sᴛᴏʀᴍ ☁ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☁ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ☁ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ☁ Tᴀɢs: None

The old mare walks rather aimlessly in the valley, her large body was hard to miss, as was her snow white coat that was flecked with bits of black and dark grey. Storm snorts and shakes out her thick black mane, an odd contrast to her bright pelt, but she didn't mind it. Being crossed with a mustang and a draft makes the mare a bit stockier and more robust than the other mustang mares in the area, topping out at nearly 17 hands at the withers compared to the smaller 14-15.2 hands of the surrounding mustangs. She wasn't overly huge, but she was big enough to do some damage if challenged or attacked by any rivals, including stallions who are unwelcome and try to court her while she's not in the mood.
(Open for anyone)

[lady windle.]

P a l e O n y x ♀
↠ lone mare ↠ tag - Estella ↠ eight years of age ↠ heat stage two
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The mare smiled down at the small foal giving her another gently nuzzle om the side of the face keeping her head down next to hers to help her stable her legs. When she tumbled the mares snorts giving her an encouraging tap of the hoof on the ground and a nicker her ears perked and as the filly made it to her hooves the grins and stands stiff as her foal comes near and began to drink. Her skin jumped a little but she was fine as the time passed. Lowering her head she gave the small filly a gentle lick before eyeing the land around them.

A mare with a foal in herd was safe a mare with a foal on her own was an easy target. Her guard was fully up and even though she was indeed in heat her foal came first bar none. Whipping her tail behind her she scanned the horizons around her once again keeping them in the middle, for now it was clear and the mother relaxed. Lowering her head down she began to graze skin twitching.

[chemical.]

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→ [Ⓗαυηт]є∂ Ｂⓔⓐⓤту ←

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❝Ｂｒａｋｅ - ａｎｄ - ｂｉｎｄ - ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ,❞

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[ "Ⓣнє → [ ＢＥＡＳＴ ] ←" ]
rank// bachelor
age// thirteen
location// valley
mood// aggressive, impatient
mares// --
tagged// --
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it would never be okay. he would never be okay with this. this was not okay. he had no herd- it had been painfully ripped from him during that winter storm. he had worked so hard, for so many years, fighting and protecting and snaking, for this. alone. again. a stallion such as himself- strong, capable, handsome. and he was alone? without a herd? without his trophies? no, it was not okay. it would never be okay. it was loud, aggressive, impatient, the noise that formed in his broad chest. the low cry feel off his vibrating lips- a warning. a call. he was angry, he was upset, he was powerful, he was experienced. it was a warning to any young bachelors in the area to pack their bags and leave, for he would be the one collecting mares here. he would pick what he wanted, he would take his trophies and his prizes, and leave the mares he did not like for those bachelors who he believed to be below him. haunt believed himself the best stud around- the top stallion, a catch. what mare wouldn't want to be with him? the studs' grungy, dappled blue roan pelt rippled over a muscular build, his long, matted mane brushed against his knees, forelock shielding a portion of his vision- but he didn't need it. the scent of mares was strong, lingering in the air, sweet and tempting. he could find them even without his eyes. he could find them blind, deaf, marred. haunt's first instinct was following the scent of mares, and over his thirteen years of life he had grown exceptionally good at that.

❝Ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ - ｗｈａｔ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｏｌｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｅｅ,

Ｔｈａｔ - Ｉ - ｗｉｌｌ - ｏｎｌｙ - ｔａｋｅ - ｆｒｏｍ - ｙｏｕ.❞

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→ Ⓗαυηтє∂ »[ ♆ Ⓓяєαм ♆ ]« Ｍⓔмσяιⓔѕ ←

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❝Ｄｏ - ｙｏｕ - ａ - ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｄａｙ - ｗｅ - ｍｅｔ,❞

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[ "Ⓣнє → ♆ [ ＬＩＯＮ ] ♆ ←" ]
rank// lone mare
age// twelve
location// open land
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage two]
herd// --
tagged// --
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nobody was around. nobody she could see. the plains were empty- devoid of other horses aside from a few mares and her. good. she was not interested in any stallions, did not want any around, did not want any finding her. eventually she would have to seek out a herd to survive, to make it through winter. she couldn't survive the freezing months alone, no horse could. she would avoid stallions for as long as she could, until either the cold or her heat drove her to find one. of course, it was spring. she was in heat, alone, and her bright chestnut coat was painfully visible among the green grass around her. if a stallion happened to wander by, of course she would be noticed. she couldn't help that. but she could run. protest. give the greedy studs a fight. she wouldn't get away, never could, but she could do her damned best to show whatever poor stallion that she was more trouble than anything else. chaos snorted, pinning her ears against her skull as she thought of her previous herds. the stallions were always pathetic, young, arrogant. far from capable, far from a stallion she was willing to follow. willing to obey.

❝Ｙｏｕ - ｔｏｌｄ - ｍｅ - ｔｈｉｓ - ｇｅｔｓ - ｈａｒｄｅｒ, - ｗｅｌｌ - ｉｔ - ｄｉｄ.❞

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→ Ⓑσяη ＴＯ ⒷⒺ »[« Ⓚнαℓєєѕι »]« Ｑυⓔⓔη ←

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❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ, - ｉｎｋ - ｒｕｎｓ, - ｉｍａｇｅ - ｏｆ - ｙｏｕｒ - ｌｏｖｅ,❞

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[ "← Ｓηⓞω » ☁ « ⓌⒽιтє →" ]
rank// lone mare
age// seven
location// watering hole
mood// lonely
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// --
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loud calls filled the air. it was the sound of bachelors searching for mares- of mares searching for herds, of stallion challenging stallion and soft, social nickers asking for company. two rich, bottomless brown eyes flicked open as khaleesi lifted her damp, velvet muzzle away from the stream. the flaxen chestnut mare had recently seen her chance and taken it- racing through an open gate and away from the cruel humans whom had captured her. only, now she was alone. again. her old herd but a memory, a thought. but that wasn't good enough. not for khaleesi. she couldn't stand to be alone, couldn't stand to be without a herd. she had to have a herd, had to find one. at least a bachelor. so she could feel safe, protected, happy. she she didn't have to be alone, have to fend for herself, watch herself. it was low, loud, desperate- the nicker that dripped off her vibrating lips. it was calling, searching- alerting any stallions of her presence. alerting them that she was here, that she wanted a herd. that she needed a herd.

❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ - Ｉ - ｃａｎ'ｔ - ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ - ｎｅｅｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｈｅｒｅ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｍｅ.❞

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→ Ｄｒⓔⓐｍｓ & Ｒⓔⓐｌｉｔｙ [ ❅ Ⓖнσѕт ❅ ] ←

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❝Ｐｌｅａｓｅ - ｂｅ - ｓｏｆｔ - ａｎｄ - ｓｗｅｅｔ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ, - ｔｈｉｓ - ｌｉｆｅ - ｈａｓ - ｎｏｔ - ｂｅｅｎ - ｇｏｏｄ - ｙｏｕ
- ｓｅｅ,❞

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[ "← Ⓣнє » ❅ « Ⓞⓤтcαѕт →" ]
rank// lone mare
age// five
location// valley
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// roulette
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it was fear. it was caution. she could hear the low, desperate squeals of stallions in the distance. calling for mares, for herds, for trophies. perhaps she would go unnoticed- perhaps no stud would find her. not for a while. she did not want to get stuck with another cruel brute, not again. she couldn't bare it, couldn't handle the abuse. the aggression. ghost picked up her scarred muzzle, pinning her ears, but her deep brown eyes were empty; emotionless. she would remain unseen, she would stay away from stallions. for as long as she could. as long as she could survive. the marred tobiano mare turned, letting her four tan hooves carry her quickly over the grassy earth, away from the calls. away from other horses. away from stallions. her filly trotted at her side, prancing along on light peach hooves as ghost moved quickly over the earth.

❝Ｉｔ'ｓ - ｈａｒｄ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｓｕｃｈ - ａ - ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ - ｂｕｒｉｅｄ - ｉｎ - ｍｉｓｅｒｙ.❞

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→ [ ღ Ⓡσυℓєттє ღ ] Ｄⓐяⓔѕ ←

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❝Ｉ'ｍ - ｓｃａｒｅｄ - ｔｏ - ｇｅｔ - ｃｌｏｓｅ - ａｎｄ - Ｉ - ｈａｔｅ - ｂｅｉｎｇ - ａｌｏｎｅ,❞

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rank// lone mare
age// two
location// valley
mood// curious
status// in heat[stage one]
herd// --
tagged// ghost
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roulette moved swiftly after her mother, four light peach hooves dancing over the grassy earth as she rushed to keep up with the mares' brisk pace. her rich, dark palomino coat stood out like a sore thumb against the lush green landscape around the pair- though unlike her mother she was fresh. untouched. not a single scar marked her beautiful pelt, while her mother beside her was more scars than fur. roulette had recently entered her first heat cycle, and the faint scent clung to her thick, wavy cream tail, spreading each time the filly twitched the course hairs against her sides to rid herself of flies. the young mare had slight concerns- one being that roulette and ghost were two mares that stood out like you wouldn't believe, trotting through a popular, busy location on their own. what could possible go wrong?

❝Ｉ - ｌｏｎｇ - ｆｏｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ - ｔｏ - ｎｏｔ - ｆｅｅｌ - ａｔ - ａｌｌ.❞

[azhefa.]

{{Haunt can find Storm if you want (: