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Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: No one

The deep bay stallion snorts as he moves with confidence across the valley, his head and tail raised in a very clear display of his dominance and power. He may still be only 2-years-old, but he knows what it's like to breed mares and hold a herd even if his hold on the herd didn't last very long. Nightmare tosses his head and slows to a stop at the top of a hill to look around at what was going on below him in the bowl of the valley. It has only been a few days since the older horses' deaths and the departure of the humans, the smell of sickness and death still lingered around the valley in places, but it was fading with each rainfall.

Nightmare huffs another snort as he turns his attention back to the present, back to the sight before him in the valley, mature fillies were running free and he was determined to claim some for himself. The young stud kicks up his heels and heads down the hill at a fast trot, his eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger or other bachelors out to challenge him for any fillies he may catch. He lets out a loud squeal and bucks, speeding up to a quick canter as he reaches the bottom of the hill, showing off his strength and eerily beautiful blood-red bay coat to any fillies who may be watching him.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 7 Mᵒᶰᵗʰˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

Since she doesn't have a herd anymore, she could wonder around like the other fillies were doing, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Melody yawns a little and shakes out her flea-bitten grey pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion or even a colt tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone, but on the other hand she likes the peace and quiet that comes with being alone, it's a tough choice for her.

After the death of her family, Melody was glad to not have anyone around, anyone that can be taken from her like they have. She sighs deeply and lifts her head to gaze around the valley, the sight of so many other foals and young horses sends a pang of sadness through her heart, she misses her mother and the other mares in the herd. Melody shakes out her short stiff mane and returns to her grazing, trying to get her thoughts off the sad memories that want to flood her mind, she must be strong now, her mother would want her to live, not waste away from misery. The young filly silently grazes under her shady tree, still deep in thought.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast valley that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The filly looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older filly snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pure white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat yet ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The filly trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her draft body storms down the hillside, she may not be at full growth, but she was still pretty large for a 2-year-old. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone foals and other adolescents (random), the sight of the others makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser horses from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller horses from fighting back as does her slightly older age.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a foal who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the bigger female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the others. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[Dark Moon]

Name: Sweet Chamomile
Nickname: Chamomile
Mood: Annoyed
Tagged: Cursed Nightmare
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The pinto mare grazed calmly, her very posture showing how relaxed the pinto was. Ears flicking occasionally, Chamomile lifted her head to glanced around, keeping an eye on her surrondings. Plenty of other horses were around, just a safe distance from the pinto. With a small nicker, Chamomile broke into a slow, easy trot, heading away even further from the other horses. Though she'd need a herd later, when winter approached, Cham didn't feel she needed one just yet. Tossing her head, the pinto sped up, enjoying the wind that blew her mane and tail back.
Out of the corner of her eye, Chamomile noticed something. A blood bay stallion heading right towards her. The mare came to a dead stop, watching the eerily beautiful stallion approach. Her relaxed mood dissapeared and the mare's ears pinned. He looked strong and was certainly capable of protecting a herd. Chamomile quietly observed him for a couple more seconds before turning around and starting off again, a bit reluncant to join a herd just yet. Really, the colt's appearance was more of annoyance to her. She didn't see him as muchof a threat.

Name: Half-Moon
Nickname: Moon
Mood: Alarmed
Tagged:
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Half-Moon stood away from all the others, half hidden in the shadows of the trees. She trembled, nervously, her ears flicking back and forth, catching the usually soft chirping of birds. Their sweet songs usually calmed the little chocolate mare but this time, they did nothing to soothe her frayed nerves. First the sickness, then all of the older mares and stallions had been captured. As expected, these frightening events had Moon frightened. Not to mention, all these strange, unfamiliar horses. Most of them were crowded in the valley, with three bachelors already going in to claim them for their own herd. Moon, however, was not near enough to be seen. She'd hidden herself in the forest, away from the others, crippling shyness had overcome the little chocolate mare.
So, not making a move as to not be noticed from by the bachelors, Moon stood frozen in the shadows of the trees. The little chocolate mare was as quiet as a mouse, hoping with all her might, that she would be overlooked. Not noticed and approached. She realized that she stood a better chance of not being noticed if she left the area, but her hooves seemed rooted to the ground.

Name: Indistructable Armor
Nickname: Armor
Mood: Determined
Tagged: Broken Mirror, Dark Temptation
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The pale stallion stood on top of the valley, staring carefully down into the valley at the fillies. Already two other bachelors were heading down towards them. If he wanted to claim himself some mares, he'd have to claim them quickly. But not yet. Staring down at them, he focused on the mares and fillies. There. On the edge of the group, two horses stood. One grazing and the other just looking around. He could start his little herd with them. Armor smirked slightly and glanced over at the other two bachelors. One, a bright bay had captured the attention of two of the fillies while the second was merely approaching them.
Armor pinned his ears, determined to get himself some mares before those two bachelors got them. Looking back at the two he had his eye on, he snorted softly. Excitment coursing through his veins, the bachelor started towards the pair, his trot slow and unthreatening. If they ran, he'd only have to snake. Hopefully though, they'd give him a chance. Armor occasionally glanced at the two bachelors, watching their progress before his attention went back to the two lovely ladies he was approaching. As he neared, the stallion tensed up a bit, waiting for them to do something.

[hortus]

{ my two fillies are open for anyone c: }

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♚ Broken Mirror |reflection| ♚
Gender ➳ filly, will be mare after first breeding
Age ➳ 2
Heat ➳ 3
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ toovey/open
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The elegant cremello filly was trotting with her younger sister toovey besides her. Her hooves gently touched the earth and pulled back with every step she took. Her blue eyes constantly looked to her side keeping an eye on toovey. Broken Mirror tossed her mane and flicked her scented tail as she came to a halt. She gazed at the surrounding area for a moment before lowering her had to graze. Reflection's ears twitched and turned centering out different noises, from birds tweeting to maybe even a neigh of a fellow horse. Every now and then she would perk her head up to look out for any other horses and just to keep an eye on her young sister.

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☀ Dark Temptation |toovey| ☀
Gender ➳ filly
Age ➳ 7 months
Heat ➳ too young
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ reflection/open
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The midnight black filly tried matching her pace to her sisters as they seemed to fly across the luscious green field. She let out a cute little proud neigh, feeling accomplished at her pace matching to her sisters. Her small mane and tail blew ever so slightly with a small breeze that made it seem like they were soaring great heights, when in fact they were just galloping and watching their surroundings change. When her older sister stopped, toovey was soon to follow but gave a small rear since she still felt as if she was full of energy. As her sister grazed Dark Temptation sort of just ran around in circles or chased a butterfly. Toovey soon grew a bit tired as she slowed down quickly approaching Broken Mirror's side and grazing here and there but mostly she just looked around.

[.ace.]

•°¯`••ғadιng lyrιcs••´¯°•
lyrιc | lone ғιlly | 8 мonтнѕ | lonely, ѕcared, & anхιoυѕ | тagѕ: -- | нerd: none

A faint breeze ruffled the filly's ears. It had been a long time since she had returned to the to her homeland, but some of the older horses said it would be okay to start moving onto the perimeter. The mysterious creatures who walked on two legs and shouted at each other in a foreign tongue had finally left their land. Lyric took a deep breath of the warm air, flicking her glance to the other horses around her. The atmosphere no longer hung with the intoxicating scent of sickness and... death. The thought unintentionally brought tears to her eyes. The filly had avoided thinking of her mother for the past couple weeks, but suddenly all of the painful memories surged in. Her mother was dead. She needed to get over that and move on; find a good herd and survive. But could she truly move on? Could she really let her mother go?

׺°”˜`”°º× тнe laѕт legend ׺°”˜`”°º×
нero | вacнelor| 1yr, 6 мonтнѕ | eager & nervoυѕ | тagѕ: -- | нerd: none

Hero's glance shot around him. Most of the younger horses that had fled the plague had begun to congregate in this shallow valley. Yet, no one had really taken charge and started forming herds. Everyone was still recovering, both emotionally and physically. Now, however, the colts and young stallions would begin claiming fillies and starting herds. Hero decided that he needed to as well. And that's when he saw him. Gazing down into the valley, the colt saw a bright bay coat charge down into the middle of the fillies, obviously showing off. Hero scoffed. But his dislike increased when he noticed that a little pale filly already had her sights on him. Maybe getting a herd would be harder than he thought. Pausing to think for a moment, the dark colt began his descent down the slope, taking his time casually.

*´¯`*.¸¸.*´¯`* мyѕтιc ιncanтaтιon *´¯`*.¸¸.*´¯`*
мyѕтιc | lone ғιlly | 1 year | тerrιғιed & ѕĸιттιѕн | тagѕ: -- | нerd: none

Mystic jumped and tossed her head up high. Another unfamiliar touch came to her side. She didn't really like being so close to strange horses, but part of it made her feel safe. In all honesty, the little overo hadn't gotten over the effects of the plague completely. She had lost everyone she ever cared about and had been separated from her best friend Mercy. Mystic picked her head up and shot her head around as she heard the unexpected sound of thundering hooves. It was only a colt cantering down into the pool of other horses. He seemed to try to draw attention to himself, the way he held his head up and took long strides. The filly nonchalantly backed away until she was in the midst of a group of stranger foals. She didn't really want a band right now. Mostly, she couldn't bare the thought of another stallion looking after her... She just wanted her father back.

[hortus]

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♚ Broken Mirror |reflection| ♚
Gender ➳ filly, will be mare after first breeding
Age ➳ 2
Heat ➳ 3
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ toovey/armor
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The beautiful calm mare began grazing again smiling a bit at the fact her sister, Dark Temptation, was standing by her side. Her tail gently flicked at some flies, unknowing about how that might spread her heat scent. After all this would be her first spring going into heat. She let go of the fact that in reality she was a target to all stallions, a venerable mare in heat that's practically alone. Her head quickly snapped up hearing approaching hoof beats. She nudged her younger sister, Dark Temptation, closer to her protectively close to her at her side. Broken Mirror looked at the young stallion her age, studying his movements and body language. Her body was a bit tense and her ears were pinned, reflection was a bit nervous/scared and just mostly unsure.

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☀ Dark Temptation |toovey| ☀
Gender ➳ filly
Age ➳ 7 months
Heat ➳ too young
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ reflection/armor
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The little jet black filly was standing close by her older sister, Broken Mirror, whom she looked up to and admired. Toovey always thought her sister was a brave and strong figure, which was something she desired to be. The filly seemed to regain all of her energy, as she began to prance around her sister once again. She was doing all of these jumps and turns, tossing her head and rearing at times with a small neigh. She always had random bolts of energy, but they usually didn't last too long...it all really depends on her. Seeing Broken Mirror get suddenly tense and what seemed to be alarmed, little Toovey flipped quickly to her sister's side, being her usual self. The black filly looked to the stranger with big brown eyes, full of curiosity and tension. She wasn't really good around strangers, but warmed up to others quickly.

[Blumenkranz]

Zelda's Lullaby [Lullaby]||Yearling||Lone Filly
Lullaby was alone, and she didn't like it. This is the first time she had been completely alone, she was still very young and preferred the company of other horses. Her family was gone, all the other horses killed by the horrible sickness. She however, like all the other young horses, survived. All older horses were gone, the humans have left, and now these young horses were roaming around the range. Lullaby didn't know what to do now, she had been separated from her family, maybe her brother was alive? It seemed like all young horses survived the sickness, and her brother was only a year older than she is. Maybe she could find him? She let out a soft sigh. She was fine with finding anyone really, she just didn't want to be by herself.

Song of Storms [Storm]||2 years old||Lone Colt
Storm was trotting through the meadow, his ears pricked as he looked around. He was a bachelor, only a two year old. Normally a colt his age would have a very hard time with managing a herd, but with all the older horses now gone it wouldn't be as hard. All older horses were gone, wiped out by the sickness or rounded up by humans. It was awful, and Storm missed his mother and father but he had to keep moving forward. What he wanted to do now was find other fillies around his age and start a band. To him that sounded like a good idea. He let out a loud whinny, calling out to any fillies in the area.

Crimson Arrow [Cordelia]||Yearling||Lone Filly
The chestnut yearling was grazing, her tail flicking occasionally an her ears flicking back and forth. She was alert, she was a young filly and was all by herself which made her an easy target for predators. The moment she sensed something was wrong, she would flee. However right now she was calm, keeping an eye on her surroundings as she ate.

[azhefa.]

My mature fillies are open for any mature colts and my young filly is open for any younger horses (:

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Armor + Reflection/Toovey

With an annoyed huff, the young stallion watches as a young filly flees from his presence, his ears flicking backward in a show of his irritation, but he doesn't let the filly damper his rather high spirits, there were more fillies out there he can claim who would be much more willing too. Nightmare snorts and shakes out his black mane before speeding up from his walk to a long legged trot so that his strength was more apparent, he loves to get the attention of not just the fillies, but the other colts as well since if they see just how strong he was they won't try to mess with him. With a light kick of his heels, the young stallion heads out to claim some fillies.

Nightmare squeals and tosses his head as he arrives near the water hole, his blood-bay coat drawing the attention to some of the horses who were drinking, a bay coat wasn't very rare, but the deep blood-red and pitch black colors that make up his bay coat were. He snorts and starts to flirt with some of the fillies who were around {random}, wondering which of them may be going through their first heat. A bit of movement out of the corner of his eye makes the young stud turn, spotting another young stallion not too far off who was approaching two fillies, one of which was in heat judging by the scent that comes to him on the breeze. A filly in heat and only a smaller colt stood between her and Nightmare, but he can easily change that. With a loud neigh, Nightmare turns and canters over to where Armor was with the two fillies, his head lowering down into a snaking position as he aims to drive off the smaller stallion. He must send this colt off before he could court the two fillies, if he stays then he'll have to fight which was perfectly fine with him.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 7 Mᵒᶰᵗʰˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

Since she doesn't have a herd anymore, she could wonder around like the other fillies were doing, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Melody yawns a little and shakes out her flea-bitten grey pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion or even a colt tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone, but on the other hand she likes the peace and quiet that comes with being alone, it's a tough choice for her.

After the death of her family, Melody was glad to not have anyone around, anyone that can be taken from her like they have. She sighs deeply and lifts her head to gaze around the valley, the sight of so many other foals and young horses sends a pang of sadness through her heart, she misses her mother and the other mares in the herd. Melody shakes out her short stiff mane and returns to her grazing, trying to get her thoughts off the sad memories that want to flood her mind, she must be strong now, her mother would want her to live, not waste away from misery. The young filly silently grazes under her shady tree, still deep in thought.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast valley that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The filly looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older filly snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pure white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : No heat yet ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The filly trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her draft body storms down the hillside, she may not be at full growth, but she was still pretty large for a 2-year-old. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone foals and other adolescents (random), the sight of the others makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser horses from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller horses from fighting back as does her slightly older age.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a foal who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the bigger female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the others. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[Dark Moon]

Name: Sweet Chamomile
Nickname: Chamomile
Mood: Annoyed
Tagged:
OCC:

The pinto mare grazed calmly, her very posture showing how relaxed the pinto was. Ears flicking occasionally, Chamomile lifted her head to glanced around, keeping an eye on her surrondings. Plenty of other horses were around, just a safe distance from the pinto. With a small nicker, Chamomile broke into a slow, easy trot, heading away even further from the other horses. Though she'd need a herd later, when winter approached, Cham didn't feel she needed one just yet. Tossing her head, the pinto sped up, enjoying the wind that blew her mane and tail back.
Out of the corner of her eye, Chamomile noticed something. A blood bay stallion heading right towards her. The mare came to a dead stop, watching the eerily beautiful stallion approach. Her relaxed mood dissapeared and the mare's ears pinned. He looked strong and was certainly capable of protecting a herd. Chamomile quietly observed him for a couple more seconds before turning around and starting off again, a bit reluncant to join a herd just yet. Really, the colt's appearance was more of annoyance to her. She didn't see him as muchof a threat.
But as the stallion turned away, she watched the stallion charge up to another bachelor, this one a white colt who glared defiantly at the blood bay. Cham was one part relieved, and one part more annoyed by the blood bay not even paying paying to her and going straight towards the bachelor. Lovely way to start the day off. With a fight. Cham rolled her eyes and settled down a distance away to watch.

Name: Half-Moon
Nickname: Moon
Mood: Alarmed
Tagged: Song of Storms
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Half-Moon stood away from all the others, half hidden in the shadows of the trees. She trembled, nervously, her ears flicking back and forth, catching the usually soft chirping of birds. Their sweet songs usually calmed the little chocolate mare but this time, they did nothing to soothe her frayed nerves. First the sickness, then all of the older mares and stallions had been captured. As expected, these frightening events had Moon frightened. Not to mention, all these strange, unfamiliar horses. Most of them were crowded in the valley, with three bachelors already going in to claim them for their own herd. Moon, however, was not near enough to be seen. She'd hidden herself in the forest, away from the others, crippling shyness had overcome the little chocolate mare.
So, not making a move as to not be noticed from by the bachelors, Moon stood frozen in the shadows of the trees. The little chocolate mare was as quiet as a mouse, hoping with all her might, that she would be overlooked. Not noticed and approached. She realized that she stood a better chance of not being noticed if she left the area, but her hooves seemed rooted to the ground.
A loud whinny drew her attention to a nearby bachelor. He was trotting around the valley and was nearing Moon, but so far hadn't noticed her. Trembling, she stared, wide-eyed with panic at him.

Name: Indistructable Armor
Nickname: Armor
Mood: Determined, Angry
Tagged: Broken Mirror, Dark Temptation, Cursed Nightmare
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Armor watched as the younger filly began playing again, that is, until she noticed how nervous her sister was. While the older one was tensed and nervous, the younger one looked at him with curiousity in her eyes. That was a good sign. Perhaps, if the older filly, Broken saw how curious her sister was, both of them would relax. He slowed to a stop several feet infront of them, and nickered a friendly little greeting. "Hello, morning-"
His voice was cut off as he noticed a blur of movement. The bay stallion was approaching. His ears immediately pinned and Armor carefully looked him over. The blood bay was bigger than himself and looked a little stronger but Armor was determined and confident in his ability to win. With a small cry of anger, he glared at the blood bay, daring him to come even closer.