Ⓨσυηg Ⓑʟσσ∂s - Wɪʟᴅ Hᴏʀsᴇ Rᴘ - Oᵖᵉᶰ/Aᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[Dark Moon]

Name: Half-Moon
Nickname: Moon
Mood: Alarmed
Tagged: Song of Storms [Storm], Song of Echoing Winds [Echo]
Status:In heat

As the bachelor searched for her, he unknowingly got closer and closer to Moon, causing the filly's panic to grow. Moon pinned her ears, her tense body growing even more tense every step he took. She glanced around fleetingly, trying to see if anyone one else was near enough to distract the bachelor stallion approaching her. And of course, no one was near enough to be of any help. Finally the little chocolate mare's panic threatened to swamp her, and in a quick flurry of noise and movement, Moon fled her little hiding place and ran, terrified. In her fear, she wasn't thinking too clearly and ran straight into another horse, another mare.[Echo] Moon was shocked into pausing her frantic flight from Storm.

Name: Indistructible Armor
Nickname: Armor
Mood: Frightened, Angry
Tagged: Nightmare, Toovey, Reflection
Mares covered:0

Even before the blood bay bachelor was close, Armor could tell he big, but when Nightmare stopped, Armor let his gaze wander over him. He hated to admit it, but the bay was clearly bigger, stronger, and looked experianced. Whereas, Armor was obviously the underdog in this battle. He had no experiance but if he never fought, he would never gain the experiance he needed. But a battle at this time could be dangerous. There were easier mares to get. Mares that wouldn't have a bachelor fighting for them. If he backed off, the bay would be too busy to bother Armor when he went for other mares. All good reasons not to fight. The white stallion focused on Nightmare and found that he was half rearing, striking at the air with his hooves. Pinning his ears, Armor controlled his sudden fear, working hard to not let it show. As much as he wanted the two fillies, he was more frightened of Nightmare. With a small huff of annoyance, he backed off and looked around quickly, searching for another mare to court.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: The Divine Infection
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Looking to start anew
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

The dapple gray stud watched from atop a hill, hidden inbetween thick trees whichbegan the outskirts of the forest. From where he stood, he could see his home transforming. What was once so vibrantly green and clamored with lively horses, now seemed so dull and barren. A few bodies were spread out amongst the grass, bodies he didn't dare approach, too afraid to end up finding his family members. The humans had just packed up their gear and left with the survivors, well, those hanging on by a thread. He'd seen how that disease had affected them. It hit his own mother all too quickly. Last he saw her she could barely hold herself up she was so weak. And the young stallion turned away, too pained to continue looking over this dreaded sight. He needed to get moving. As he walked away, he could hear the subtle caw of crows coming down to feed on the carcasses, and he forced himself into a canter. No way was he sticking around for such a gruesome sight. Plague weaved in and out of the trees with little effort, somehow managing to clear them all without a single flaw. His agility and cat-like reflexes were something to be marveled. When he slowed to a halt, now re-entering the realm of the living, he could see many of the orphans moving on to find their own path in life. Everyone was ready to start fresh. With a smirk, the handsome stud called out to any who wished to join him, whether they be mare or stallion. Any company was better than none.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Nuclear Wasteland
Aᵍᵉ :: Nearly two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Filly/Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Observing
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

Ever since the humans had infiltrated her home, the filly had been hiding. Her sanctuary was currently a small cave, naturally created in the side of the hills due to erosion. It had been a while since she'd actually seen anyone else, she hadn't dared to leave her safe haven. For days she could hear the cries of the elders who were in excruciating pain, as they wished for a swift death or commanded their young'uns to run. For days she'd heared those awful two-leggeds rounding up and driving away the infected, many too weak to actually run a great distance. Those who couldn't be captured had been left to die. Amongst those, was her mother. And the grulla's heart was heavy with the loss. She'd seen her. Heard her. Her mother had collapsed while being driven towards the two-leggeds scary horse traps, and was too exhausted to pick herself back up. Later that same evening, the disease had taken her life. Chernobyl shook herself, commanding her mind to stop thinking of those awful things. It was too late now. Her mother was gone. The young mare poked her head out of the cave, examining her surroundings. The coast was clear, minus the bodies now being scavenged by crows and other birds of prey. She braced herself, and quickly exited, making way to the mainlands where all of the other orphans had traveled to. Upon her arrival, she was relieved to see all of them gathered in the area. Some colts and young stallions were chasing after the ladies, while many of them were simply frozen in place, as if still in shock from recent events. Chernobyl took her place off to the side, a good distance away from the others, quietly observing them as they went about their lives as if nothing had happened. Would anyone take notice of he wallflower?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Atom Bomb
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Sad, Alone
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

"Goodbye mum. Goodbye dad." The dark bay murmured softly, as he turned away from the area he once called home. He didn't know where they were or what had happened to them, but he couldn't bear thinking of the possibilities. Atom hadn't been able to say his goodbyes, so he decided to do it now, before he left his former home for good. He held his held high, eyes squeezed shut as he forced himself away from the place he'd grown up in. Where he'd been born. Where his mother had fallen in love with his father. It was so much harder than he'd ever expected it to be. But he'd managed, and was now amongst the foals and yearlings he'd grown up with. Many of them he recognized from former herds that had existed. Some of the fillies had matured into lovely young mares, and some of the colts had become muscular, testosterone-driven stallions. The rest were still young or in midst of maturing. Atom was well on his way to becoming a handsome stallion, minus being driven entirely by his hormones like some teenage boy surrounded by pretty girls in short skirts. He was fairly tall, about fifteen hands high or so, with lean muscles that rippled beneath his dark brown pelt. His eyes were an icy blue, something he'd inherited from his mother. Overall he was quite the looker, he just didn't know exactly how to go about approaching a mare. Much like a teenage boy, he typically found himself freezing up and stumbling over his words when it came to talking to a pretty girl. Usually he was too awkward for their liking, and was sent on his way, dejected and broken-hearted. But now, at this very moment in time, Atom was determined. Determined to get the guts to ask a girl to be his. And with this newfound determination, he let out a low whinny of greeting, hoping to catch someone's attention.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Creature from the Black Lagoon
Aᵍᵉ :: Nearly two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Filly/Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Bored
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

Well. That was that. Buh-bye family. The black draft sighed, as she looked over the pitiful sight of her now desolate and dead home. "How unfortunate." She murmured, before turning away and heading towards new grounds. Unlike many of the orphans, Creature didn't really care or feel any remorse for what had happened. Plagues hit at random and wipe out colonies. It was a part of life. So be it. Perhaps it was insensitive, or perhaps it was really her form of coping. Either way it didn't really matter much to her as she came to the grounds where the loners now resided. Some of the colts were chatting it up with the fillies, others were on their own or looking after their younger siblings. She simply rolled her eyes, and proceeded to move through the crowds. The pitch black femme was certainly odd, and perhaps a bit spooky. Intimidating even, considering how she towered over many of the others, and bore great muscles which rippled beneath her dark pelt with every movement she made. She didn't stop to make conversation with anybody, or even bother giving out a greeting call. She wasn't about to open up all, [i]"Welcome welcome! Oh woe is me I lost my mummy and daddy, let's start a herd together!"[/b] Pah. How disgusting. If anyone wanted to talk to her, or was brave enough to approach her, then they'd do it without needing any formal invitation. For now, she grazed on the vegetation that had begun to sprout all over.

{{ All of my characters are open ^^;; Creature will be the most difficult, just a heads up. }}

{{ Quoting because I'm on my iPod and can't actually make a decent post to bump into anyone, but feel free to meet my babes }}

[mads,]

N a m e ; Optical Illusion
N i c k n a m e ; Illusion
A g e ; 1 year & 7 months
G e n d e r ; Filly/Mare
H e r d ; None
T a g s ; The Divine Infection - Plague

The filly trotted from one grazing spot to the next, unsure of where to go. She couldn't stand see all of the caracasses lying around. Finally finding the right spot, she munched on the grass with other abandoned horses who's herds had died. Althought Illusion never had a herd, she felt lonely. Loneliness was a feeling on a dailly basis for this filly. The flies flew around her, creating an annoying buzzing noise. She swatted some with her tail, killing them, and added to the carcasses that already lay before her. When a lone stallion nickered for company, her instict was to reply. Her head popped up from the ground and her ears perked. Illusion immediately whinnied back, giving a small rear, not more than two feet off the ground, giving the stallion her location. She awaited at a stand still for him to reply.

[aseling]

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❁Name: Lilly Of The
Painted Meadows
❁Nickname: Lilly
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow
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Lilly flicked her tail and grazed on the lush grass. She tossed her head looking up deciding not to stay in the same spot, for she could get caught by a stallion. The young chestnut Paint's winter coat still a bit long but she was shedding. Her soft coat simmered in the warm sunlight. She nickered to see if there was any stallions, She may have wanted to be alone but she knew, that if she as to survive, She would need to join a Herd. Even so, Lilly would still put up a flight till she gave in.

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✘Name: Thundering
Hooves
✘Nickname: Thunder
✘Age: 2 years old
✘Gender: Stallion
✘Mares: None
✘Offspring: None
✘Tags: None
✘Location: River

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Thunder bent his head down to lap up the cold water still icy from the melting snow. Thundering hooves nickered for any mares hopping to get a reply. He flicked his tail as none replied and begun to move on, maybe he would have luck else were. He begun to pick up speed, his hooves giving a small thud as they hit the ground

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❁Name: Song Of The
Echoing Winds
❁Nickname: Echo
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: Half Moon
❁Location: Meadow
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Echo stoped in her tracks hearing a commotion in the distance. Her ears straight up, and she slowly walked. Her gaze full of confusion and caution. She figured it was a filly and a colt. Echo blinked in surprise as she saw a filly standing next to her, "greetings," Echo nickered and dipped her head.

[azhefa.]

My fillies are still open!

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

The young stud snorts and then squeals his victory as the other colt backs away, leaving Nightmare to take the two fillies. He was pleased that his mere size could deter a fight, but he was still pretty amped up and he had actually wanted to fight, to physically earn the fillies instead of just scaring the other male away. Nightmare snorts and tosses his head before pawing the ground, wanting to make it clear that he will defeat anyone who dares to challenge him. After he felt that he made his point, the young stallion shakes out his black mane and turns his attention onto the two fillies he had won without a fight. One was still a foal while the other was mature and going through her first heat, in fact she was pretty deep in her heat which draws Nightmare like a moth to a flame.

With a soft nicker, Nightmare moves over towards the two fillies, his body relaxed and ears perked forward so he doesn't frighten them or anything. Once close enough, he stops and lets his eyes scan over both of the young horses before him. The mature filly, who's scent was nearly intoxicating, was a beautiful cremello with eyes the color of a sunny sky while the younger foal was completely black, contrasting harshly against the older filly as she stands glued to her sister's side. Both coats were pretty in Nightmare's mine, but not overly flashy to draw unwanted attention from prowling bachelors. The stallion nickers to the pair again, this time following the soft sound with his greeting, "I'm Cursed Nightmare, but don't worry, I'm only a bachelor's nightmare. I won't harm pretty fillies like yourselves."

Ｊｕｓｔ Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ Ｃａｔａｓｔｒｏｐｈｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Cᵃˢˢʸ ⋮ 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. Cassy 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, Cassy 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. Cassy 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 due to 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.

[hortus]

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♚ Broken Mirror |reflection| ♚
Gender ➳ filly, will be mare after first breeding
Age ➳ 2
Heat ➳ 3
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ toovey/nightmare
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The elegant cremello watched as the first stallion ran away from the taller and stronger blood bay. Tension seemed to disappear as she relaxed now. She flicked her tail at a few flies as she looked at the handsome stallion before her, Broken Mirror's blue eyes looked over him studying everything. Instead of being nervous she was more interested in the stranger.Reflection noticed her younger sister was curious of him too, and allowed her to investigate. "Well Cursed Nightmare...I am Broken Mirror, and the little one is my sister Dark Temptation."

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☀ Dark Temptation |toovey| ☀
Gender ➳ filly
Age ➳ 7 months
Heat ➳ too young
Herd ➳ --
Tagged ➳ reflection/nightmare
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The pure black filly watched the two stallions, the first one fled which made her tilt her head. Dark Temptation was still a young age, and had much more knowledge to learn, so a lot of things confused her at this point. She stepped away from her sister's side, her curiosity getting the best of her as she took a step forward, she was sort of 'investigating' the stallion. Dark Temptation looked up at him, he seemingly towered over her. Little Toovey looked to her sister Reflection, seeing as she would probably do all the talking if not most of it.

[azhefa.]

My fillies are still open!

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

The bachelor stands with a back hoof cocked to show that he was at ease, his head lowered a little so he wasn't really towering over the two fillies. He watches as the older filly examines him, her bright blue eyes scanning over his strong body curiously just as he had done to her only moments before. Nightmare's nostrils flare a little as she moves her tail to swat away flies, the motion spreading the heat scent that was making it hard for him to stay still and relaxed instead of trying to rush his courting. The big bay chuckles a little as she says his full name, it's been a long time since someone spoke his full name like that, "Please, call me Nightmare." He nods his head to her after she introduces herself and her sister, "It's nice to meet you both, I hope that little battle didn't frighten you."

Nightmare looks over as Toovey steps away from her sister and comes towards him, her confidence is rather funny since foals are normally pretty shy. The stud gives her a little smile to reassure her that he was no threat to her. He lowers his head more so he was closer to her level instead of way over her and reaches his nose out towards her. Nightmare knew how to act around foals, his step-sire's mares had a few while he was in the herd and many of the foals turned out to be rather shy so he learned how to talk softly to them and not spook them. He sniffs at Toovey gently and gives a soft nicker before dropping his head some more to show that she may approach if she wanted.

Ｊｕｓｔ Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ Ｃａｔａｓｔｒｏｐｈｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}
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Cᵃˢˢʸ ⋮ 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. Cassy 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, Cassy 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. Cassy 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 due to 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.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: The Divine Infection
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Illusion

Oh what was such a handsome young stud to do? More specifically, what was this devilishly handsome boy with a vocabulary that would swoon any mare, young or old, to do? He had no one. No one to flirt with or charm-- and then he heard it. A reply to his call. It was soft, slightly high in pitch, indicating it was from a mare. Although it could easily be a very young colt, or even some escaped gelding. The dapple gray turned his head, eyes frantically searching for the source, and, aha! He'd found it. A gorgeous black and white filly, half-rearing to assure she grabbed his attention. A redundant action really, her reply was enough to get his fuel going. Plague was quick to approach her, but not so quick that he looked desperate. Rather, he trotted towards her, a faster pace than walking, but lazy enough that he seemed to keep his cool. Ah, yes. Play it cool for the ladies. Don't be in such a rush. And when he did come within her proximity, he slowed to a halt, and tossed his head. "My my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He marveled, quickly glancing over her sturdy form. "I'm surprised the dead haven't come back to life, you've certainly revived the life within me." Okay, maybe he was laying it on a bit too thick, but she was very pretty. And, well, he hadn't exactly been able to try out his new material. You know with the whole disease spreading and everyone's families dying and whatnot. "The name is Plague." The stud gave a soft snort, before extending out his muzzle to exchange scented greetings with her.

{{ All of my babies are free and quoted above ^^ }}

[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
No reply. Whoever was there either didn't hear him, or didn't want to say anything. He came closer with a small frown on his face, only to stop when something darted out of the trees. There! A filly! But where was she going, did something scare here. Not wanting to lose her, the colt turned and moved into a canter and ran after Moon. The filly didn't seem to be looking where she was going, and crashed into another nearby filly that Storm hadn't noticed before. He pricked his ears when he caught sight of Echo, he hadn't noticed her earlier. The colt let out a friendly nicker and continued to come closer, wanting to speak to the two fillies.

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.

[aseling]

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❁Name: Lilly Of The
Painted Meadows
❁Nickname: Lilly
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: None
❁Location: Meadow
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Lilly flicked her tail and grazed on the lush grass. She tossed her head looking up deciding not to stay in the same spot, for she could get caught by a stallion. The young chestnut Paint's winter coat still a bit long but she was shedding. Her soft coat simmered in the warm sunlight. She nickered to see if there was any stallions, She may have wanted to be alone but she knew, that if she as to survive, She would need to join a Herd. Even so, Lilly would still put up a flight till she gave in.

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✘Name: Thundering
Hooves
✘Nickname: Thunder
✘Age: 2 years old
✘Gender: Stallion
✘Mares: None
✘Offspring: None
✘Tags: None
✘Location: River

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Thunder bent his head down to lap up the cold water still icy from the melting snow. Thundering hooves nickered for any mares hopping to get a reply. He flicked his tail as none replied and begun to move on, maybe he would have luck else were. He begun to pick up speed, his hooves giving a small thud as they hit the ground

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❁Name: Song Of The
Echoing Winds
❁Nickname: Echo
❁Age: 2 years old
❁Gender: Mare
❁Stallion: None
❁Tags: Half Moon
❁Location: Meadow
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Echo noticed the colt, it connected in her brain that's why the filly was running. Echo did not respond to the Colts hello and flicked her ears and slightly pinned them not being friendly like normal. The filly pawed the ground her gaze dark and full of fear. the last time she was around a colt it was not so good.