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; Lost, Reaper| Agitated

The stallion reared and aimed his hooves at Ezra's head out of spite, but turned and cantered away from the herd anyway. He was done wasting his time. He stopped a bit away from the other two bachelors, doubting that they would attack him. They had nothing to fight over, as none of them had any mares. He lowered his head to graze, still panting from the adrenaline of the fight.

[.ace.]

Raindrops on Roses:
Rain watched cautiously. The second horse, a mare as she concluded, had spotted her first. The mare paused for a moment, as if checking her over closely from the gap between them. After the brief hesitation, the horse nudged the stallion hard with her nose. At first, he seemed shocked and agitated, as if she had jerked him out of a deep concentration. But the mare nodded in her direction, and he followed her gesture, his head turning to her. Rain stiffened, her ears flicking back to her skull. At first, she didn't know how to react to his motion, unsure of his further intentions.

Fading Nightmares:
Night grazed casually, his main bobbing around as he ripped up chunks of grass. With Cleo beside him, the lowering sun overhead, and the light breeze that took the edge off of the heat, the stallion didn't think things could get much better. Minus the approaching winter and the threat of frigid temperatures, he was excited for the future. He was already building the foundation of his hopeful herd, and in the spring, his first foal would arrive. Filled with a sudden warm excitement, Night picked his head up from the ground and smiled to the world around.

Flashing Lightning:

@Matty/Mirror - Did you want Lightning to start in Reaper's herd, or find his way there later??

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{{Just in case any of you didn't know, Matty allowed me to lower Lightning's age so that he could be a part of Reaper's herd of young horses. (;

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Vegas Lights
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Happy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Titan's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Titan, Estella

The palomino sabino is thrilled to have her stallion back, and makes short, soft squeals as they bump noses to show her happiness. Once they're properly greeted, she turns her attention to the filly beside him and smiles. Rather than saying anything, she listens to the two. First Titan, and then his sassy young filly. Vega chuckles as the two bicker, and steps forward, lowering her head to the filly's level. "My my, aren't you a lovely young lady?" And she gives the filly a sniff before raising her head, the smile still very apparent on her lips. "A pleasure to meet you Estella. My name is Vegas Lights. Call me what you wish." The older mare introduces herself, before turning her attention to her handsome crimson-colored stallion. "I take it things went well? What even happened down there?" Of course, she was referring to earlier events. Him going off to take care of the many stallions who seemed to plague this particular area. He seemed like he was alright, with no visible marks or wounds of any type. And she certainly hoped he was, because the last thing she wanted was to lose yet another stallion.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Certifiably Insane
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Feisty
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Hound's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Hound & Karma

So that was Devil's game. Reel her in and dump her with his younger brother. Pathetic. The last thing she wanted was to be with a younger stallion, and now, now she had no choice. She was stuck with him. And the pintabian flattened her ears as she gazed over the herd. It was a fair-sized herd, with a primped and preen black mare who seemed fully intent on running this show. Which of course, Insanity scoffed at the thought. She would be ruled by no one, and would do whatever she could to claim the powers so rightfully hers, or die trying. Her thoughts of anarchy were rudely interrupted when the young stud called out to her. Her deep brown eyed-gaze landed on his form in a glare, ears still pinned, teeth slightly bared. Still, he insisted to lip at her, and she clacked her teeth in warning. "The name's Insanity. And you'll be finding out why if you touch me again." She snapped, flicking her Arabian tail before trotting after the lead mare. She supposed now was a good a time as any to confront her. "So how long do you honestly think you'll be running this place now that I'm here?" Insanity huffed, a smirk on her lips as she stopped just feet from the mare. Her composure was very well kept, though you could hear the snarkiness of her tone. How would the black mare respond?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: So help me horse god
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Crimson Rose, Amethyst, Doe, Half Moon
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

He'd gotten annoyed and left. And that should have been the end of that. But no. NO. Not for Viking. He just had to have the most complex and infuriating mares, didn't he? This herd would be the death of him. All he wanted was to get back to his mares and have a drink. But little miss priss, Amethyst, suddenly decided she liked the guy and was now trailing after him. To make matters worse, Rose was already attacking her. Great! Just great. If the stallion was an ostrich, he'd have his head plunged into the ground, ignoring the world around him. "This is how it's going to end. These mares. They're going to drive me insane. They're going to be the death of me." The words had been running through his mind the whole time, and now he was muttering it to himself. Honestly, he swore he had the biggest headache known to horse-kind right now. And he was going to lose his cool guy composure. The draft sighed heavily, stopping as his lead proceeded to confront this new mare. "Ladies, please can we just go?" He felt like a child asking his mother for candy even though she'd said 'no' a hundred times. He knew he'd be reprimanded for asking such a ludicrous question and for not respecting Rose's title as lead or whatever. But he was mentally exhausted and just wanted to get the herd to decent grazing grounds so everyone could just relax.

{{ Would have quoted all of my replies, but it would have been a MASSIVE post. So everyone knows; Ghost has left his herd. I'd quote it now, but like I said, massive post and whatnot. The bachelor herd can take notice of him and take him in if they wish. Posts from Ghost, Phantom, Voodoo, Apocalypse, Honey, Tsunami, Pandora, and everyone else are some odd amount of pages back. Just mentioning that so no one forgets ^^;; I've had a crazy muse, but no replies and I'm antsy cx hope none of you forgot about me~ <3 /silent sobbing/ }}

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Amethyst sees a mare charging towards them, and tenses up entirely. Her ears fall back, and she flinched as the mare comes to a halt. She let out an irritated huff, "Way to make a nice first impression!" She said sarcastically. "And you don't have to worry about me taking over as lead mare. I have no interest in getting my coat dirty from such a senseless fight." She said, ears swiveling as she relaxed. "My name is Amethyst. And who might you be?"

Echo let out a sigh as she watched Pyro's reaction. She pinned her ears back slightly, growing irritated. "Woah, don't go too fast Pyro. You might hurt yourself! Slow down!" She sarcastically said, pawing at the ground impatiently. She raised her head and let out a loud nicker to the mare. She hoped that the mare would get her message and approach, because in her mind, Pyro was taking forever to make a single move.

[azhefa.]

{{@Grapejuice - Lol I didn't forget about you! My muse is just too low for me to give good responses so I'm trying to wait until I get enough to make good posts (: And I'm having Chaos go off to foal here soon so her attitude is about to get much worse xD

[cheshire.]

[ I could easily respond if I had all the quotes I needed. The trouble is going through all the pages. ]

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Live Fast Die Beautiful
Aᵍᵉ :: Eight
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alert
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Tidal's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

They'd only been there for what... not even half a day? And already a threat present itself. A large draft horse, much older than Tidal. And the black mare frowned, stopping her play and watching him warily. When Tidal told them to move, the mare obeyed. She lowered her head and snaked the herd off to the side, making distance between the herd and this new stallion. But he'd only come for water, thankfully enough. The Morab sighed with relief, watching as he simply drank his fill. With that out of the way, she knew it was time to find new grazing grounds. If they'd been found that quickly and so easily, then perhaps it was time to consider moving away from the mainlands altogether. Sure it was a risk, but staying to close could also jeopardize the herd. Apocalypse had to keep them together. So she nickered to her bandmates, circling them once as if to round them up, before taking off at a canter. She knew the perfect place to go. And upon arrival, she was relieved to detect no other horse scents. It was a small bowl-shaped valley, nestled behind several low hills. Towards the bottom was a small pond, not really meant for swimming or water play, just for drinking. There were a few trees at that provided shade, though they were becoming bare, and enough dried grass to keep everyone well fed. This would have to do. It wasn't too far from the mainland, but it also wasn't too close.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Box of Sin
Aᵍᵉ :: Nine
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Enjoying herself
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer

Oh that sly dog. This handsome stallion was her equal when it came to wits and flirting, and he made her skin crawl. The contact of their coats made her feel electrified. The constant threat of him simply snaking her and taking her as his own was thrilling. And the whole game of who would be the first to break made her want to go all in and ensure this stallion was hers. Hers as in, under her control and nobody elses. Ever. She wanted this stallion. She craved him, craved his touch and his adoration. Pandora wanted to make sure he would never want another mare again, simply due to the fact there were none out there quite like her. But he needed to crave her too. As she came around yet again, her body still pressed tightly to his as she circled, she was stopped. The stallion gripped her mane in his teeth and yanked it in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. It was a delicious feeling she never wanted to go away. Her deep brown eyes now met his own, captivated by him and his breath-taking words. He was good. If he wished it, she would grant it. She'd behave like a good little pet only to please him and control him. It was a sick game, where she came out the ultimate winner. By giving him what he wanted, he would only fall deeper into her trap. And once he was wrapped around her hoof, snap. He was hers, and under her control. "Lucifer." She spoke in that breathlessly sexy tone, her eyes half-lidded in a rather sultry way. His name was so fitting. The girl was literally dancing with the devil. "My name, you ask?" The mare smirked. "According to Greek mythology, the girl was given many gifts. The gifts of beauty, musical ability, speech, and of course that box." The mare knew the history of her name as well. "And as we all know, curiosity killed the cat. The girl opened the box and released sin into the world, though, I don't believe it was all that foolish since I now have you. Lucifer." She'd danced around the question only so she could breathe his name out in a moan yet again. She wanted to see him squirm. But really, she needed to get to the point. "Box of Sin is my full name, but most find it easier to call me Pandora. Remember it now, because you'll be screaming it later." And the gray Quarab winked, before nestling her slender bodice against his well-toned chest. "And if you see it fit, punish me for opening that damn box, because I don't regret it one bit."

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Tsunami
Aᵍᵉ :: Five
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Raid

As quickly as the fight had started, it was over. And that pathetic stallion was gone, chasing after that prissy little mare like some lovestruck yearling. "Yeah, just keep running away from your problems you low-life!" She yelled, before turning back to her step-father and presumably her new step-mother, with tears in her eyes. Nami dare not let them fall, though. She was too strong to cry. But she swore she was going to break when the flaxen chestnut beside her gave her a comforting nudge. The painted mare said nothing, but kept her head down low. Her foalhood friend and former lover was now gone. He wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid stallion. Chasing after easy mares who want nothing more than a little bit of power. But if that's what he wanted, then that's what he would be getting. The mare had taken off the second danger presented itself, showing that she was nothing more than a coward. How fitting, because Raid was one as well. Tsunami stood off to the side from Honey and Death, allowing the reunited pair their space.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Happy, nervous
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death

Just like that, Raid was gone. The mare nickered a soft farewell to the other survivor, hoping for nothing but the best for him. He'd been kind enough to watch over her in her most vulnerable time, and she hoped that the universe would repay him kindly. On the other hand, the bitter paint, Nami, seemed to want for him to suffer. Something Honey didn't understand, merely because she didn't know of their situation, and she was far too kind to wish horrible things on anyone. Unless she was mad of course, and believe me, you don't want to see Honey mad. That's a scary sight. The Arabian mare stepped over towards Nami, giving her a gentle nudge as if to tell her everything would be okay, before looking back to her black stallion. Her first love. Her one and only. She sighed heavily, and braced herself. This story would hurt her, she knew it already. It hurt to tell it, and hurt because she feared that... well, Death wouldn't think the same of her again. "I know you're upset about... this." The mare muttered, gesturing towards her round stomach. She was so heavy with foal, it was clear she'd be giving birth any day now. "After you left, everything was a mess. Macabre found it fit to torture me and Dancer, constantly snapped at us as if she were lead. That is, until Fiasco's lead put her in her place. She wasn't really the same after that." Honestly, it was so hard to retell all of the past events. Mystic Falls had done a number on it's residents' mental health. "Things were fine. Time went on and well, our baby was born." There was a smile on her lips and tears forming in her eyes. "My first baby. Our first as a couple. Oh Death, she was beautiful. She looked so much like you. Black in color with a sleek Arabian form. She was so sweet. So passionate. She had a love for running, quite like you." And she lowered her head. "I named her Shinigami. Goddess of death. In respect to your name and your great bloodlines. And I loved her to bits. But one day she was running on the outskirts of the herd, exploring. I'd only turned away for a second and before I knew it--" She gulped, tears falling. "A mountain lion. None of us heard it or even saw it. We'd only noticed when it grabbed her. I tried to save her. I tried. I ran it off but... it was too late." Honey felt her heart breaking. "I couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. I didn't want to move from that location. I couldn't. It was my fault she was gone... But we had to move once winter struck. For the next few years, I didn't talk to anyone. Not even poor Dancer, who still had her baby. A handsome colt like you. I was jealous. Jealous and upset and eventually I gave in. I wanted a baby, Death. And I would have come running to you for one, but Fiasco was always watching. I couldn't leave. So... I gave him my permission. And not long after that, the herd dispersed." She had somehow managed to keep her voice from breaking too much, and told a majority of what she needed to. Still, tears were shed as she thought back to their beautiful little girl.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Dante's Inferno
Aᵍᵉ :: Six
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Shocked
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Anloric's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

It had been all fun and games. Dante was smiling, Nati was happy, and little Halo was tuckered out. She nuzzled the fluffy filly, completely content with her life. But then they came. Coyotes. Many of them. And the sorrel colored mustang was frozen in fear. "Nati, Halo needs to get to safety." She said, still in place as she watched the pack close in. "Get her somewhere safe." Dante loved the little filly too much, and her friend Nati. She couldn't bear to see either one get hurt, or worse. They were her first priority. She glanced back to them and snorted. "Go." Dante commanded, as the pack snarled. "They can't take us down if we split up."

{{ Ran out of muse, I'm sorry. I'll post for Phantom and Ghost soon, just iffy what to do with them. I'm going to post for Voodoo soon as well. And I feel so bad for Cerberus, Sora. Maybe she'd want to befriend Gator? }}

{{ Quotes for Sora c: }}

[azhefa.]

{{Chaos's new colt is at the bottom of my character's post.

@Grapejuice - Do you want to have Vegas already covered or in heat?

Ｐａｎｉｃ ａｔ ｔｈｅ Ｄｉｓｃｏ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ/Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Nᶤᶜ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat stage 3 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The young lone filly trots around the valley with her head and tail raised in a rather flashy manner, she was in her first heat and unlike many of the mares now-a-days, she was still in a rather deep stage of her heat. Nic snorts and tosses her head as she passes by a few herds, none of which were of interest to her since all the mares in them were either pregnant or birthing and were much older than her 2-year-old self. She flicks her grey tail and continues on her way, not really paying attention to what was going on around her.

Nic shakes out her faded grey mane and pauses by the meager waterhole to get a drink before moving away to find some better grazing, but due to her young age she doesn't really know of any good places to go when there's a drought so she just decides to wonder around and hopes she just happens to find better grazing. The filly looks around as she trots, spotting a few bands dotted around the area, only a few were very big while the others were only one or two mares with their stallions. She catches sight of Pandemic's herd and stays far away from them, so many horses in one place was too much for her. Nic snorts and just keeps trotting, wondering if she'll find a desirable stallion before the first snows start to fall.

Ｓａｔａｎｉｃ Ｃｕｒｓｅ
{Bᴀɴᴅ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ}
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Tᶤᵗᵃᶰ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 1 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1? ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Estella + Vegas

When he hears the joyful squeals of his mare and feels her happy nudges, Titan relaxes and just enjoys the presence of his mare, he's missed her for the short few hours he had been away with his sons. The stallion stands silently as Vegas and Ella get acquainted, not the least bit worry that his mare might shun his daughter. He snorts a little at his daughter when she replies and then trots away to go off and graze by herself, she was so much like her mother in that way so he just lets her go, careful to keep an eye on her in case any bachelors try to snake her away even though he was pretty sure none would even think of trying to mess with an older stallion like himself.

Titan turns back to Vegas and moves his shoulder in a kind of shrug as she asks about what it was he had been doing, not really interested in the past events, As well as it could have gone, there's a over-sized herd around the bend that's being held together by a bachelor gang which is pretty odd, but not much of interest since all the mares are either pregnant or out of heat. No point in snaking right now, maybe later in the spring when they start to drop foals and the bachelors fight amongst themselves when they go back into heat." Titan chuckles a little as he nuzzles his mare, happy that she hadn't ran off when he had left like his other mare seemed to have done. He sighs contently and starts to groom Vegas, one eye on his daughter and the other on the surrounding area.

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{Hᴇʀᴅ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Eˡˡᵃ ⋮ 1 Yᵉᵃʳ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Titan ⋮ Mᵒᵗʰᵉʳ : None ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Titan + Vegas

The young filly snorts at her father and then looks to Vegas when the older mare speaks to her, her ears pulled back a little warily since most mares don't normally like to help care for unrelated foals. Ella takes a step to the side a bit as the mare sniffs her, not really liking the contact at the moment considering she had only just met the mare. The filly flicks her little black tail as Vegas introduces herself, her ears moving around as well which shows her rather disinterest in talking, "I'm hungry." With that, Ella turns and trots away, her short black tail lifted in a bit of defiance as she moves to a patch of grass that was still a bit green and starts to graze.

{Not much muse for her >.<}

Ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ Ｃｈａｏｓ
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Cʰᵃᵒˢ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Devil/Hound ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Foal - Calling All Evil (Demon) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Insanity then Demon

After leading the herd to water and good grazing, Chaos stands off to the side alone where she can graze in peace. She was deep in thought about what the foal she was carrying was going to look like, was it going to be a colt with the looks of his father? Or will it be a pretty filly like her mother? Her thoughts of her foal were interrupted by the newest member of the herd, an Arabian mare that was only a year older than herself which wasn't enough of a difference to really tip the balance in a fight. Chaos looks over to the smaller mare with relative disinterest, but her ears pull back at the mare's words which was the only outward signal of her building temper.

The black draft mare snorts at Insanity, her ears folding back as she closes the distance between them easily, her thick legs thudding on the ground as she walks forward. She tosses her head and holds it high as she addresses Insanity's act of rebellion against her leadership, "For as long as I'm alive and well, your presence does nothing to change that." She snorts a little at the mare's snarky tone and smirk, her ice-blue eyes boring into that of the smaller mare's, not many can return such an icy gaze without flinching. Just as she was about to snap at Insanity, a sudden sharp pain radiates around her stomach, as if there was a coil of barbed wire clinched tightly around her belly. Chaos grunts and takes a few unsteady steps backward, wincing as it slowly fades away only to return just as suddenly as before.

Her eyes show their whites as she looks back at her belly, wanting to know what was causing such pain, but there wasn't so much as a speck on her black coat so that only leaves one thing. She was in labor. With a short, but loud squeal to Hound, Chaos shoves past Insanity and makes her way into the forest to find a place to birth her foal. After a few long and painful minutes, she finally finds a decent place and carefully lays down. Fade - Unfade. Almost an hour later, Chaos stands and starts to clean her newborn colt who was a splitting image of his father, Devil. She nuzzles and grooms her new foal, a deep loving nicker escaping her lips as she speaks the colts new name, "Demon, my little Demon, just as handsome as your father."

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

The wild bay roan mustang snorts at the new mare's rather sarcastic tone, such an attitude only makes the older mare all the more hostile, "I will make whatever impression I see fit." Rose pins her ears at both Amethyst and Viking as the stallion interjects with plea to get moving, but she won't move unless she deems it time to move. She turns her sharp gaze back to the new mare and takes a threatening step forward, wanting to make her position very clear, "I don't worry about you taking over because I know you can't even if you wanted to. My name isn't of your concern."

With one last aggressive snort, Rose turns and trots back to where she left Moon and Doe, her previous playful demeanor now gone completely. She nudges both mares to get them moving and trots up in front of them, taking the lead like she normally does. The older mare shakes out her black and white mane as she leads the band to a waterhole that only the older mares know how to get to, it was a rather tricky path, but after years of walking it, Rose has memorized every step of the way. She enters the forest and heads in a straight line south, slowing to a walk after a few minutes and cutting east suddenly only to turn back south after another few minutes. Rose leads the band though the forest, zig-zagging around at seemingly random intervals, but it was all calculated and precise in her mind.

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{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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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.

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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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Squire | 2 years old | # of mares; 0 | # of mares covered; 0 | Tags; Lost, Reaper| Agitated

The stallion reared and aimed his hooves at Ezra's head out of spite, but turned and cantered away from the herd anyway. He was done wasting his time. He stopped a bit away from the other two bachelors, doubting that they would attack him. They had nothing to fight over, as none of them had any mares. He lowered his head to graze, still panting from the adrenaline of the fight.

[Henry is Bae]

Name:Buckshot
Nickname:Buck
Age:4 yrs.
Gender:Mare
Breed:Buckskin appilosa
Personality:Frisky,loyal,loving and scared of other animals
History:she let her heard at the age of two and was alone ever scence
Height:14.5hh
Sire:dead
Dam:desad
Foals:none
Other:She is at Stage 3 of being in heat

For ME ONLY
¤Buckshot¤
¤Mare¤
¤14.5hh¤
Frisky,loyal,loving and scared of other animals¤
¤Looking for a stallion¤
¤No foals¤
¤Buckskin appilossa¤
¤Loner Mare¤