Age-5|
Gender-Stallion|
Herd-None|
Status-Looking for Mares|
Tagged-No one
DeadMan Walking
With a casual glance, Deadman took in the wild scene about him. The ground that stood solid beneath his hooves, the gentle breeze that danced the grasses and the smaller branches of the trees, and the equines that roamed about here and there. With brow cocked, the brute pondered over the possibilities of the mares of this land. Would they be of fit build, able to bring forth his young? Would they be ignorant and irritating? Would there be a vixen who challenged his charm; one who would take up the dance and know how to take him for a whirl? His hide twitched at the thought, at the anticipation that suddenly flowed through his body. He paced for a moment, shifting his weight around on his legs to relieve the new found anticipation. With a sharp snort, Deadman cleared his mind and felt his calm settle back over him, like a cool wave washing down through him. Despite this calm, his brown eyes held a hint of wickedness, like the velvet feel of a laugh or like the promise of something more to come, but only if one were good. With a smirk teasing at his maw and his tail flicking against his rich hide, Romancer picked up a trot towards the equines, letting out an inviting nicker..
With a casual glance, Deadman took in the wild scene about him. The ground that stood solid beneath his hooves, the gentle breeze that danced the grasses and the smaller branches of the trees, and the equines that roamed about here and there. With brow cocked, the brute pondered over the possibilities of the mares of this land. Would they be of fit build, able to bring forth his young? Would they be ignorant and irritating? Would there be a vixen who challenged his charm; one who would take up the dance and know how to take him for a whirl? His hide twitched at the thought, at the anticipation that suddenly flowed through his body. He paced for a moment, shifting his weight around on his legs to relieve the new found anticipation. With a sharp snort, Deadman cleared his mind and felt his calm settle back over him, like a cool wave washing down through him. Despite this calm, his brown eyes held a hint of wickedness, like the velvet feel of a laugh or like the promise of something more to come, but only if one were good. With a smirk teasing at his maw and his tail flicking against his rich hide, Romancer picked up a trot towards the equines, letting out an inviting nicker..
Age-6|
Gender-Stallion|
Herd-None|
Status-Looking for Mares|
Tagged-No one
Devil's Dynamite
Dynamite's beautiful black carcass rippled with sheer muscle and strength as his plates moved fluidly, his daggers digging deep into the cold hard earth. A snort exploded from his maw and he shook his crown violently, hyped. The large stallion galloped through the forest, on a path to new horses. The forest floor had a light covering of flowers, but as the trees started to thin out, it grew deeper. Behind his strong neck his ebony black main whipped out and his tail snapped in the breeze he created.The stallion launched out of the woods, his long black socked pillars striking out and down into the snow with ease. Water sprayed up all round him as he slowed to a sudden halt, seeing the horses that he had followed the smell of. Before Dynamites very own brown pools was a herd. His cave rose and fell quickly with his deep breaths. Eyes flickering amongst the equine, the handsome bay drake suddenly reared up, his front appendages pawing the air with menace. A scream came from his black lips, saying that he was here, and he ment business. Dynamite landed with a heavy thud and tossed his cranium, whickering lightly, snow spraying up aroung his legs. The stallion narrowed his eyes as he spotted one horse in particular, slightly away from the herd, curiousity in him brewing.
Dynamite's beautiful black carcass rippled with sheer muscle and strength as his plates moved fluidly, his daggers digging deep into the cold hard earth. A snort exploded from his maw and he shook his crown violently, hyped. The large stallion galloped through the forest, on a path to new horses. The forest floor had a light covering of flowers, but as the trees started to thin out, it grew deeper. Behind his strong neck his ebony black main whipped out and his tail snapped in the breeze he created.The stallion launched out of the woods, his long black socked pillars striking out and down into the snow with ease. Water sprayed up all round him as he slowed to a sudden halt, seeing the horses that he had followed the smell of. Before Dynamites very own brown pools was a herd. His cave rose and fell quickly with his deep breaths. Eyes flickering amongst the equine, the handsome bay drake suddenly reared up, his front appendages pawing the air with menace. A scream came from his black lips, saying that he was here, and he ment business. Dynamite landed with a heavy thud and tossed his cranium, whickering lightly, snow spraying up aroung his legs. The stallion narrowed his eyes as he spotted one horse in particular, slightly away from the herd, curiousity in him brewing.
Age-2|
Gender-Mare|
Herd-None|
Status-Looking for Trouble|
Tagged-No one
Dark Night
Dark Night emerged from the dark woods, looking like a haggered goddess. Her dark main and tail were littered with leaves and twigs, her pelt dusty. But otherwise, she held herself with pride. Amber eyes scanned the meadow of green, spotting many horses. She smiled in a way that was almost a twitch. The painted dove reared suddenly, her rear pillars tensed her muscles flexed. The mare's bodice was in the air and her daggers cut through the open free air. From her chaimbers came her soft melody. Her nicker was sweet and intoxicating, tempting. Tempting someone to challenge her. As the esse fell back to earth, her legs sturdily taking her weight back upon them, she tossed her delicate crown. She had made herself known in a matter of seconds, she was here and ready to start mayhem.
Dark Night emerged from the dark woods, looking like a haggered goddess. Her dark main and tail were littered with leaves and twigs, her pelt dusty. But otherwise, she held herself with pride. Amber eyes scanned the meadow of green, spotting many horses. She smiled in a way that was almost a twitch. The painted dove reared suddenly, her rear pillars tensed her muscles flexed. The mare's bodice was in the air and her daggers cut through the open free air. From her chaimbers came her soft melody. Her nicker was sweet and intoxicating, tempting. Tempting someone to challenge her. As the esse fell back to earth, her legs sturdily taking her weight back upon them, she tossed her delicate crown. She had made herself known in a matter of seconds, she was here and ready to start mayhem.
Age-3|
Gender-Mare|
Herd-None|
Status-Enjoying life|
Tagged-No one
Risika
Risika trotted through the relatively empty lands with content. Her dark paint coat with its dappled center shone slightly with the light. The mare dipped her navy black crown and snorted, her harks perked forwards. Her legs hit down on the hard earth bouncily and her muzzle lifted into the sweet air. She loved the smell of it, the unique scent sweeping through the valley. Risika slowed to a sudden halt and buckled her black stoking legs. The doves beautiful bodice landed on the grass gracefully and she rolled happily, energeticly. As she came back up to her pillars and shook out her carcass, Risika finally paused to see what other - if any - horses were around her.
Risika trotted through the relatively empty lands with content. Her dark paint coat with its dappled center shone slightly with the light. The mare dipped her navy black crown and snorted, her harks perked forwards. Her legs hit down on the hard earth bouncily and her muzzle lifted into the sweet air. She loved the smell of it, the unique scent sweeping through the valley. Risika slowed to a sudden halt and buckled her black stoking legs. The doves beautiful bodice landed on the grass gracefully and she rolled happily, energeticly. As she came back up to her pillars and shook out her carcass, Risika finally paused to see what other - if any - horses were around her.
Age-3|
Gender-Mare|
Herd-None|
Status-Open|
Tagged-No one
Midnight
Midnight, her caves heaving, shook her mane. The mares sharp daggers leaving a welt on her hind. Roughing her harks back, she lowered her skull submissively. Her hoof scraping along the top of the ground annoyed.
Midnight, her caves heaving, shook her mane. The mares sharp daggers leaving a welt on her hind. Roughing her harks back, she lowered her skull submissively. Her hoof scraping along the top of the ground annoyed.
Age-3|
Gender-Mare|
Herd-Open|
Status-Occupied|
Tagged-Tidal's Herd
Jayden Ann Marie
Jade flicked her harks skyward. She smiled through her broken heart, thankful for a safe new home. These mares were beautiful and kind. She could finally find peace.
Jade flicked her harks skyward. She smiled through her broken heart, thankful for a safe new home. These mares were beautiful and kind. She could finally find peace.
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