The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

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Squire | 2 years old | # of mares; 0 | # of mares covered; 0 | Tags; Ezra's herd| Interested, Angry

The young bachelor huffed angrily, squealing in pain and kicking out at the older stallion. He lashed out as he sprinted away toward the crowd of mare, trying to scatter them.

[azhefa.]

{{I'M BACK!! Lol I need reposts for my peeps!

[dira.]

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ʙᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ
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age 》 ten years
gender 》 stallion
herd 》 yes
mares 》 six
status 》 healthy
tagged 》 his herd

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Hound listened to every word the pretty mare had to say intently. As she hurried off the large black stud was left with his mouth wide open, paralyzed in one place. Had that mare just threatened him? Had she really just threatened to really hurt him? "Where does Devil get these..things?!?" With a huff he turned tail and watched as Chaos was confronted by the weird and quite taunting mare, Insanity. "Poor Chaos, she was always the scariest mare in my book, looks like she was just replaced by miss touch me if you dare!" chuckled the ten year old with his signature smirk plastered onto his face. After watching for a while he grew bored and decided to munch on the dried autumn blades of grass. As he ate his thoughts drifted to his brother, Devil. Why he had left the area left Hound baffled. They had everything. A large herd, a foal hood friend, Chaos, whom Devil had always wanted to be more then friends with and a large valley that they could rule over. Now, he was gone but it didn't matter how many time Hound told himself that. They had always been together. Always. With a flick of his tail he watched the mares in his herd as he munched on the green grass that Chaos had thankfully found.

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ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ
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age 》 three years
gender 》 mare
herd 》 no
rank 》 lone mare
status 》 in heat three
tagged 》 punk & nurse

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ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ
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age 》 two years
gender 》 stallion
herd 》 no
mares 》 0
status 》 healthy
tagged 》 lost

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Reaper, having just realized that he had just spooked the flea bitten grey creature, took a few steps away to give him space. To him, the grey horse looked like a follower rather than a leader, so with a slight nudge to his neck he pressed on. "I'm offering it, plus you look like a guy who could use a friend" Reaper tossed his head up as his dark grey mane interfered with his vision. The large colt could tell by the two year old's stance that he was quite shaken up. He guessed that the two studs had chased him away from what looked to be his mother. Shuffling his hooves he lipped quietly at the sun dried grass below. Huffing at the taste, he raised his head to look once more at the horse. Ears twitching slightly at the sound of squealing. With a curious snort, Reaper turned to watch as a young bachelor attempted to steal a mare from an older stallion. He watched in confusion as the horse tried to separate the mares and then try to out wit and out run the older horse. Fool! though the creature with a chuckle I would never try to steal from that stud!. Turning once more to the colt he waited for a reply.

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ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ
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age 》 twelve years
gender 》 mare
herd 》 no
rank 》 lone mare
status 》 heat two
tagged 》 pride & voodoo

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Bae dropped her ears as the two approached, unsure of their motives. The light framed mare shuffled her feet awkwardly as she clacked her teeth together. It was a habit that the mare had developed over the years. When she was unsure of herself or simple nervous about something she would often shuffle her hooves and clack her teeth together softly. As the paint spoke, the friendliness in his tone reassured the jittery horse. "My name is The Devil's Date, though please do call me Bae. Its much simpler to say and also quite more pleasant." said the content mare, who then at the end, smiled. Not a forced smile but a genuine and pleasant smile. Using her nose she ever so lightly nudged the stud's lower neck. The sudden shriek of coyotes sent the mare standing tall and ridged. Her ears perked to determine where in fact they had cone from. Assuring herself that they were far off and ni threat she turned back towards the pair.

[Dark Moon]

Fear getting the better of him as the bachelor came towards them, Apollo darted towards Summer, accidentally getting in Squire's way before he was at his mother's side. His mother pinned her ears at Squire before she moved away from him at a quick canter, glancing over at Apollo after a few seconds. Playing with Lucy had taken it's toll on the colt and Apollo was quickly tiring.

[Moon pool]

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[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Cleopatra let her ears swivel, focusing on the slightest sound. She tugged at the vegetation, contently munching along. She flicked her long tail, which had less scent because her heat scent was fading. The mare glanced towards Nightmare, glad and excited that she was going to be expecting her first foal. She let out a soft nicker, returning to her meal.

Echo grazed beside Infinity, her heat scent beginning to fade. She bumped her nose affectionately against Infinity's shoulder, seeing that the filly had grown a lot bigger, and had developed feathering around her hooves. She scanned their surroundings, and spotted mare. (Rain) She glanced towards Pyro, but seeing him not making any advancement towards the mare, she nudged him with her muzzle. She let out a huff, "Must I do everything around here?"

[beth.]

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wríttєn díαrч pαígєs
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 11 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : Lead mare||
||Tags : herd||

Paige lay quietly in the sun near the herd, listening for any threats but also trying to get a bit of relaxation into her body. She opened her eyes looking for pandemic before huffing and searching for the other males. Paige was now barely in heat, but her longing for another foal was still there. With pandemic constantly being away, she'd tested a few males, all to cowardly to betray Pandemic by covering her. The mare groaned gently and frowned, being lead mare, she was pandemics mare, which, no longer bothered her that much. Not to say she'd gotten over Pride, but why hold onto something when it is out of your reach? With a groan she stood up and whinnied loudly. Feeling tight and tense and moved into a trot, coming up behind one of the other mares ears pinned she tossed her head, her typical horse nature compelling her to push someone around with her to run. She pinned her ears and snaked her neck as she snaked one of the mares out for a small run. Once bored of running, she laid back and let the mare return to the herd as she turned around and swished her tail. Being part arabian, the mare trotted along, her tail up like a flag wiht each graceful step as she moved back closer to the herd. Ears still pinned she tossed her head snaking it slightly before turning away and stopping, tail still up high as she lowered her muzzle and grazed quietly.

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prídє's míssч
fíllч
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||age : bit over a year||
||Gender : mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : yearling||
||Tags : herd||

(keep forgetting to update her age)
The filly had grown into a pretty yearling now, she watched her brother leave, a cry left her muzzle. She was still young and didn't understand, whee was he going? would he come back. Why couldn't she go? Her mother had said that now she was one, pandemic would probaly be more protective of her. Missy could fall pregnant at this age yes, but she would have a 90% chance of dying during birth. However, once she turned two, she'd be almost fully mature in enough to breed at least, and seeing she was not pandemics's daughter, he'd be able to breed with her unless for some reason he let her leave. Her mother hadn't thought of that, Missy was a pretty paint mare now and would bare good foals when her time came. As the yearling watched her brother leave she turned to Phantom frowning, why was the once so protective mare letting the young male leave. With a sigh Missy turned around and looked to her mother, trotting up to her and gently nipping her. She frowned as her mother pushed away but sighed knowing that she was no longer a filly, her mother wasn't going to tolerate any nagging from her.
Pride's Missy stood beside her mother, her mother was aproximatly 15.2 hands or something, for the moment, Missy was already reaching 14.2 and would grow more as she got older. Her mother had said she'd be taller than herself which pleased the yearling. She wanted to be tall, she'd alawys been so short as a foal. Ears pinned the young mare walked off, her mother was not fussed about the yearling gaining distance, so long as she remained in sight, after all, Missy was young and was still her daughter. she looked to Grim and smiled Trotting up to her only male friend, well.. her only friend now that Ghost had left. "Morning Grim" Her voice soft, sweet even with a hint of kindness. The yearling gently nibbled the older males ear before looking around, bouncing a bit on her front hooves so she could get high enough to look over his back, being Missy, she wasn't going to do things the long way, she wanted a short cut, and bouncing on her front hooves was better than walking all the way to grims rump just to see. Atleast, that was what she thought. When she realised it was just some of the other young mares she sighed and turned back to Grim with a sweet smile upon her white and pink muzzle. The chestnut paint flicked her ears towards her dapple white mother, Missy bore a few dapples on her belly and up part of her rump, but no where else, she looked mostly like her father. Bobbing her head contently the young mare lowered her muzzle and grazed, moving off a bit no longer right beside Grim as she nipped at the grass contently.

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sír chαrlєs línkσn
hєrd stαllíσn
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||age : 12 years||
||Gender : stallion||
||Status : content||
||Mares : none||
||Rank : herd stallion||
||Tags : open||

The flea bitten grey was covered in sweat as he finally left the young male, agitated with having to run for longer than he wanted, Link stormed back to the mare punishing her with a nip, blaming her for the colts stubborness, when Link had to do something he didn't want to do, or for longer than he intended, he got very angry easily, and took it out on whoever was closest related to the one he was persuing, in this case, it was the mare being the males mother. Ears pinned he looked to pandemic with pinned ears, Pandemic knew of Link's hate of doing that, and knew growling back would only agrivated link into attacking pandemic, which had happened once maybe twice. The two didn't have many arguements because link was very docile, but when he was annoyed, he was quite the violent male and backed down to no one. With his grey ears pinned, sweat dripping down his nose and cheek, his shoulder lathered, foam between his hind legs and under his tail and on his chest and under his front legs had formed giving him a terrible itch. This made his aggiation grow more and he grew snappy, nipping at air in the mares direction pushing her back to the herd, wanting to go faster so he could stop, roll and go for a dip to rid the rechid itch.

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dαncє thє tαngσ
lσnєr
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||age : 6 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : bored||
||Herd : N/A||
||Rank : loner||
||Tags : Psychotic Charade||

The chestnut simply ignored argument, she refused to get in the middle of anything, So with ears pinned she trotted off. Shifting her ears into a forwards position listening to what could be ahead. The chestnut mare bobbed her head and pinned her ears back as she felt a light nip to her shoulder. With ears pinned, Tango warned the slightly younger stallion, she didn't like being pushed around or nipped, and she wasn't tolerating that. So with ears pinned she sidestepped away and snapped her teeth at him warning him slightly once more before she allowed her body to return to a relaxed state no longer showing the aggression she had a moment ago. Flicking her ears as she listened to his words she rolled her eyes and sighed. "a stallion with a past... brilliant" She muttered gently, trying so hard not to be rude, she was just not in the mood for fun and games or any stallions who might try and throw her around like she was some kind of prize to be won. Realizing she had however been rude, the mare groaned and spoke briefly, yet gently "Apologies, I must say I don't like to be thrown around, hence the reason I was on my way." She murmured gently but did nor rest any legs to show she was not moving. Instead the mare nickered softly and looked to the other male, the dark black one, the one she had decided to escape, he seemed cruel, but strong nonetheless, which would mean he'd bare good foals, healthy ones. "I take it she's not the only mare he's taken from you" She mumbled, before stepping back and roughly nudging him, despite she was 6, she was still a whole year older than the male, which meant she had a year more experience with the world than he did, she knew he knew it was best not to stick around, but she also knew he was probably not in the mood to snake, she was not in the mood to run, or be pushed around so with a rough nudge and a soft nip to the flank she began to push him towards a different meadow. Soon taking the lead she swished her tail against his chest and picked up a trot, swishing her tail once more inviting the stallion to follow as she moved along contently. One ear pinned back as to warn him not to touch her while they moved.

Wether the stallion was following at that time she was not fussed, if he didn't he would not have a mare so she doubted he wouldn't follow, but she did not turn back to check. Instead she found herself in a small meadow by a shallow lake, perhaps only shoulder depth. She walked in to her knees and lowered her nose to take a long drink. With a final sip, the chestnut mare looked back, looking for the male curiously.

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thє dєvíls fínαl gíft
вαchєlσr
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||age : 7 years||
||Gender : stallion||
||Status : Cocky/needy||
||Mares : none||
||Rank : bachelor||
||Tags : open||

A handsome paint stallion let his body lay against the cool grass. When the stallion decided it was time to wake and search for a herd, he grunted, not wanting to stand, Alas, with a final grunt he stood up and called out contently, beginning his journey for a herd. He'd eaten enough food to last a few hours, and was only going to stop for water.. or if he saw a great patch of grass. His main focus: find mares. A loud whinny yet again left his pink and black lips as his need to start and grow a herd lingered.

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α líttlє αmαrєttσ
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 4 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : curious||
||Herd : N/A||
||Rank : loner||
||Tags : open||

Rhett's ears flicked as she grazed, her pretty white coat which was speckled with dark brown spots, her long thick brown tail swaying gently at her side spreading that so called "precious" Estrus scent that stallions so loved. She flared her nostrils and tossed her head, her ears lightly pinned as she snorted. She was not agitated nor was she happy, but she was curious, curious to find out what the world would bring today. Drama? Chaos? or would the world simply bring her a loving friend? perhaps a stallion. The thoughts ran wild through the curious mare, she couldn't see anything better to do other than to think about what the world could be.

[Moon pool]

Squire | 2 years old | # of mares; 0 | # of mares covered; 0 | Tags; Ezra's herd| Interested, Angry

The young bachelor huffed angrily, squealing in pain and kicking out at the older stallion. He lashed out as he sprinted away toward the crowd of mare, trying to scatter them.

Eagle stood with her foal watching then when she was back in the her and he ran through he refuse to move but she did kick out aiming at the stallion "Stupid stallion! Leave us alone!"

[Promiscuous.]

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ezra ♛ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♛Tᴀɢs: - Dream ; Herd

нerd - His own.

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As he continued to refuse to move, Ezra had enough. He had enough of bachelors, and likely they were going to have to move. He snapped into action as Squire tried to push past him, making Ezra cut him off with his rump facing the bachelor. Ezra squealed and double barreled the stallion hard in attempt to finally push him off. Why was such a foolish Colt like squire fighting an elder band stallion? It certainly made no sense.

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pyro ♘ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♘Tᴀɢs: - Echo ; Infinity ;
нerd -

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He was distracted by a firm nudge, followed by a huff of agitation. With gathers of vegetation in his mouth, he perked up to see a wandering mare... that's exactly what he had been looking for. A flirtatious rumble rose in his throat, but the stallion made no move. As he watched the mare carefully, noticing her still posture as it seemed she was hesitant to approach. Pinning an ear, he looked to echo before back to the mare. Taking a slight step forward.

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oĸapι ❥ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs. ❥ мare ❥Tᴀɢs: -

нerd -

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She watched as his eyes laid on something else. It was indeed the colt, who was reaching up to where he was growing into a young bachelor. As usual, all band stallions had this worry. And the lead didn't necessarily have any part in it. So the appaloosa gave her stallion an affectionate nudge before moving away to graze independently. Allowing for him to think over his thoughts, while she stood along the herd boundaries. Watching for signs of life cautiously.

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8 Yᴇᴀʀs ♛ Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ
♘ Hᴇʀᴅ: - ♛Tᴀɢs: - Jokull

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With two brown eyes watching him carefully, the mare rose with a light nicker in a manner of curiosity. This stallion intrigued her quite so much. It was hard to get mad at him. She stretched her neck whereas her head reached her back to view the stallion even closer. Though fact was, she didn't want to scare him if he had thought he was uncomforting the mare. Perhaps it was just curiosity getting the best of her. The mare shook her neck tiredly, lowering her head to graze. Her entire body rather slumped to show her approval of the stallion and how relaxed she actually was.

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Ｓｋｉｐ Ｔｏ Ｍｙ Ｌｏｕ,

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Fᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ, ♛ Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ, ♘ Hᴇʀᴅ: - ♛Tᴀɢs: -

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-On Hold.- cx

[azhefa.]

{{Sorry it took so long to post, my muse is really low right now.

Still waiting on a post from Pandemic and reposts for everyone else.

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Lᵒˢᵗ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Reaper

The young stud pulls his ears back a little at Reaper's touch, not really one for such things unless it was to a pretty little filly and this bachelor before him was no filly. Lost snorts a bit and moves his shoulder in a kind of shrug as Reaper mentions how he looks as if he could use a friend, he had just lost his mother of course he could use a friend. He flicks his grey streaked tail and motions with his head towards the hill he had been chased over, "Two stallions just snaked my mother away, I guess I could use a friend."

Lost looks around and snorts as he catches sight of Squire picking a fight with Erza, a much older band stallion which was a lot stronger than the two-year-old stud so why was he trying for the mares? Does he have a death wish? Lost shakes his head a little before looking back to Reaper with his ears perked, "Do you know where any water is? Me and my mom had only just arrived here when she was taken so we didn't get a chance to find any."

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Eˡˡᵃ ⋮ 1 Yᵉᵃʳ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : With Titan ⋮ Mᵒᵗʰᵉʳ : None ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Titan + Vegas

The yearling filly happily trots next to her large father, excited to meet his mares and a little worried they wouldn't like her. She had been with Lucifer, but her brother was a stallion and it didn't surprise her when he went off to chat with a pretty mare. Ella had stayed back and grazed until her father reappeared and ushered her away, relieved to be with him once again instead of standing alone where someone could snake her away. Her eyes scans the valley around her as she follows her father, wondering if there were any other fillies to play with nearby.

Estella perks her ears up when she hears an unfamiliar neigh and spots a very pretty mare approaching them. Judging from her father's return greeting, this must be his lead mare. The filly trots up to the new mare and whinnies her own greeting as she comes to a stop along side Titan. She glances up at her tall sire and then back to Vegas, a light snort escaping her muzzle as Titan introduces her to Vegas, her sassy nature appearing for a moment as she pouts at her dad, "I have a voice you know, I can introduce myself."

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Tᶤᵗᵃᶰ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 2 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1? ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Estella + Vegas

As he canters back to where he had left Estella with Lucifer, he catches sight of the said stallion off with a mare without his sister beside him. Titan snorts and thunders on past his son and his little mare, the look he gives Lucifer says enough as he goes over to his lovely daughter and starts to usher her away, wanting to return to his own herd since he's been away for way too long. He nudges Ella's small body lovingly and chuckles as she happily trots next to him, she will make such a beauty when she grows up and the thought gives him great pride.

The blood-colored stallion catches sight of Vegas coming towards him and is over joyed that the mare had been so loyal to him. He booms his signature neigh as he makes his way to her, his eyes scanning around behind her for Flicker, but wasn't actually surprised that the younger mare was gone, she had been very clingy to him and he doesn't really like clingy. Titan nickers to Vegas once he gets close enough and bumps his nose on her's before introducing his daughter to her, "Vegas this is my daughter Estella." He goes to speak again, but is interrupted by his said daughter with her sassy response, it reminds him of her mother which brings a smile to his muzzle. The stallion couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head at his filly, "Yes, I know you do, I was just being polite."

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Cʰᵃᵒˢ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Devil/Hound ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant (Devil's) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Hound + The herd

The black mare snorts as she trots towards the trees, her ears folding backwards when she hears Hound's pestering questions. She had only really joined the herd for Devil since she's always had a kind of connection with the handsome stallion, but now that he was gone, Chaos was starting to debate whether or not to leave the herd. She gives Hound an icy glare at his insult to her age, he might have been only playing around, but the mare wasn't in the mood to play games. Her tail lashes from side to side as she aims to kick the stallion, but he moves away before she could land anything that would hurt.

Chaos snorts deeply and tosses her head before turning her focus back to the trees before her, the idea of leaving was starting to really take root in her mind. She glances over to the other mares in the herd before looking around the area as she starts to get deeper into the forest, there are dangers in the forest, but it was where the food and water was so they had to enter it. The draft mare snorts a bit and makes her way down a small hill, pausing only for a second before turning and heading in a different direction, the path to the resources was burnt into her memory thanks to her many years of adventuring. After traveling for what felt like an hour, Chaos turns yet again and slowly makes her way down a rather rocky hillside before trotting to a bush where she waits for the others to make it down the rocky side. The sound of a softly bubbling creek fills the air along with the tantalizing scent of fresh grass.

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Iᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Lost, Pan + Link

The young mare was nearly gasping for breath, her body lathered in sweat, as she continues to run from Link. Her ears remain flattened as she kicks at the stallion again, but she was tired so the kick had barely any power to it. Image darts to the side as Link kept nipping her, trying to get away from his biting muzzle, but instead opens a gap between herself and her son. When she realizes her mistake and tries to correct it, Link was already there driving away her only son. Image neighs to Lost as she starts to slow down, but is intercepted by Pandemic which makes her slide to a full stop and look to the stallion, the whites of her eyes showing as she tries to call to her son again.Her legs were weak from the sudden bout of running and she was gasping for breathe which makes it hard for her to speak let alone call for her son. Image looks to Pandemic and then back to Lost, her ears flicking around as she tries to catch her breath.

When Link drives Lost away, Image lets out a pitiful whinny and trots forward a few steps, but doesn't go to chase after him, the stallions will only snake her back and harm Lost more. Her ears go limp in defeat as she watches her son disappear over a hill, her head drooping a little in sadness. With a deep snort, Image looks over to Pandemic with rather hurt eyes, "Don't expect any acceptance from me." Image turns and starts walking towards Pandemic's herd, her tail limp instead of clamped like before which allows her heat scent to escape and cloud around her as she goes. She was rather deep in heat which was the 'acceptance' she had been talking about, she won't accept either stallion due to the role they played in chasing her only son away, but since she was still young she'll probably end up accepting one of them once she hits her last heat stage.

Ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 10 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Viking ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Doe, Moon, Amethyst + Viking

She tosses her head again and snorts as she glances back at the two younger mares behind her, a friendly nicker rumbling from her velvety black lips as she continues to lead them towards water. As she moves her head back in front of her, Rose catches sight of Viking coming and the mare that he had been talking with, well arguing would probably be the better discription of the two's discussion. The way the new mare acted as she follows Viking got under Rose's skin as did the way the mare talked about being of 'high-class'. He just had to go and get one of the prissy mares, didn't he?

With her playfulness now gone, Rose snorts deeply and drops back a little, bumping Doe on the side a little as she lets the younger mare and Moon pass in front of her, she wants to make sure Amethyst knew her place in the herd. With a loud squeal, Rose suddenly turns and charges at Amethyst, her ears flattened and her head lowered in the tell-tale snaking position. She aims for the new mare as she barrels over to her and Viking, her bay roan body a blur of motion as she slides to a stop and stretches up into a intimidating rear with her fore-hooves pawing the air before she slams them back onto the ground. No one joins the herd without her permission and approval.