{{Lol sorry for the long posts!
Image is in her last heat stage so she'd accept any stallion (;
Ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ Ｃｈａｏｓ
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Cʰᵃᵒˢ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Devil/Hound ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Foal - Calling All Evil (Demon) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Demon + Herd
The large black mare stands silently as her colt struggles to his feet, stumbling a little before finally standing and making his way to his mother's milk. The two stood in the forest for a few long minutes after Demon finished his first meal, he was still wobbly on his feet and she doesn't want him to fall and hurt himself on the way back to the herd. Chaos sighs softly, she was still a little sore from the birth, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle since she's done it many times before. The older mare goes about cleaning her newborn colt's black coat, he was a splitting image of his father which makes her a little heart sick. She misses Devil, her foal-hood crush, who had disappeared one day without a single good-bye or any reason for his departure. Chaos was angry with the stallion for leaving her alone with his younger brother, the irritating colt of a horse who thinks he can rule the herd, but more than anything she just misses him. She sighs again and nuzzles her beautiful colt before slowly heading back towards the herd, walking slowly so that her son could keep up without trying too hard.
Chaos tosses her head a little as they get closer to the herd, the sound of hooves and some voices reaching her now flattened ears, she knew that no one was stupid enough to attack her foal, but it's always good to be on guard anyway. The lead mare moves through the bush and out into the opening where the herd was still stationed, her small black foal tucked against her matching black side so that he was almost invisible. She snorts aggressively as she makes her way closer to the herd, letting the other mares know that no one is to touch her foal, or else there will be some severe consequences. Chaos looks around as she gets closer to the herd, she has yet to hear Hound or see him coming to greet his new nephew so she was curious as to where the new 'lead' stallion was at. She looks around as she walks and finally spots him off to the side chatting with an unknown mare, which doesn't surprise her in the least bit, but the sight of a lone mare so far into autumn was a little odd since most mares had a herd already due to the threatening winter that was fast approaching.
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Cʰᵃᵒˢ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Devil/Hound ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Foal - Calling All Evil (Demon) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Demon + Herd
The large black mare stands silently as her colt struggles to his feet, stumbling a little before finally standing and making his way to his mother's milk. The two stood in the forest for a few long minutes after Demon finished his first meal, he was still wobbly on his feet and she doesn't want him to fall and hurt himself on the way back to the herd. Chaos sighs softly, she was still a little sore from the birth, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle since she's done it many times before. The older mare goes about cleaning her newborn colt's black coat, he was a splitting image of his father which makes her a little heart sick. She misses Devil, her foal-hood crush, who had disappeared one day without a single good-bye or any reason for his departure. Chaos was angry with the stallion for leaving her alone with his younger brother, the irritating colt of a horse who thinks he can rule the herd, but more than anything she just misses him. She sighs again and nuzzles her beautiful colt before slowly heading back towards the herd, walking slowly so that her son could keep up without trying too hard.
Chaos tosses her head a little as they get closer to the herd, the sound of hooves and some voices reaching her now flattened ears, she knew that no one was stupid enough to attack her foal, but it's always good to be on guard anyway. The lead mare moves through the bush and out into the opening where the herd was still stationed, her small black foal tucked against her matching black side so that he was almost invisible. She snorts aggressively as she makes her way closer to the herd, letting the other mares know that no one is to touch her foal, or else there will be some severe consequences. Chaos looks around as she gets closer to the herd, she has yet to hear Hound or see him coming to greet his new nephew so she was curious as to where the new 'lead' stallion was at. She looks around as she walks and finally spots him off to the side chatting with an unknown mare, which doesn't surprise her in the least bit, but the sight of a lone mare so far into autumn was a little odd since most mares had a herd already due to the threatening winter that was fast approaching.
Ｍｉｒｒｏｒ Ｉｍａｇｅ
{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Iᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3-4) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: No one specific/Herd
The white mare snorts and forcefully kicks out at Link when the other stallion snaps at her, but he had already moved away so her hooves hit nothing but air. She was a little disappointed that he had moved off, she would have liked to kick him at least once, but then again if she had he would have attacked her or something. Her ears flatten back as she catches his words, she was no brood mare, especially not to this sorry excuse for a stallion, "I'm no brood mare, especially not your brood mare." Image snorts at him and shakes out her snowy white mane, her anger slowly fading away as she starts to accept that her son was now off on his own like he should have been when he turned two a few months ago. Her ears stay flattened as they near the large herd, she snorts again softly, wasn't she the one who dreamed of a large herd and a strong stallion? Funny how dreams can turn out to be so anti-climatic. She makes her way into the herd, not really looking at anyone or anything, she simply stands by herself and grazes silently, not really interested in mingling at the moment.
Image looks over as Pandemic makes a show of pride, her gaze finding the small foal next to one of his mares, it seems the big stallion likes foals just as much as she does. As she watches the other mare with the foal, a sudden longing seized her heart, she wants a foal too one to fill the void that Lost had made when he was driven away. Her ears flick up a little as another mare calls out, she must be the lead mare judging by the way the herd responds to her moves and calls. Image wasn't interested in being a lead mare, too much responsibility and she's still pretty young so the rank just wasn't for her. The sound of Pandemic's voice drags her out of her thoughts, colts nearby? Was her son nearby as well? Image turns and trots over to the edge of the herd, wanting to at least catch sight of her son one last time. She hopes that he had found some fellow bachelors and was safe, at least as safe as he could without an actual herd.
When she moves a little to the side, she could see through the trees and spots the pale coat of her son along with a dapple and a buckskin, he has found a bachelor gang. The sight makes her relax more now that she knows her son will not die alone in the coming winter, he has friends who can help keep him alive and warm. Image stands watching her son through the trees, her tail flicking a little around behind her as some flies start to attack her rump, the movement of her tail spreads her heat scent that was slowly growing deeper. The mare snorts softly and moves back towards the herd with a little more pep in her step which could be caused by her deepening heat or the fact that her son was safe, maybe even a bit of both. Image stops to graze for a few moments, but soon grows restless and returns to her walking which quickly turns to a slow trot and then a faster one. Her tail was raised behind her as she trots, letting her heat scent spread around her, she was fading into her last heat stage and would eagerly accept any stallion's advances, even one of Pan's young bachelors.
{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Iᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3-4) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: No one specific/Herd
The white mare snorts and forcefully kicks out at Link when the other stallion snaps at her, but he had already moved away so her hooves hit nothing but air. She was a little disappointed that he had moved off, she would have liked to kick him at least once, but then again if she had he would have attacked her or something. Her ears flatten back as she catches his words, she was no brood mare, especially not to this sorry excuse for a stallion, "I'm no brood mare, especially not your brood mare." Image snorts at him and shakes out her snowy white mane, her anger slowly fading away as she starts to accept that her son was now off on his own like he should have been when he turned two a few months ago. Her ears stay flattened as they near the large herd, she snorts again softly, wasn't she the one who dreamed of a large herd and a strong stallion? Funny how dreams can turn out to be so anti-climatic. She makes her way into the herd, not really looking at anyone or anything, she simply stands by herself and grazes silently, not really interested in mingling at the moment.
Image looks over as Pandemic makes a show of pride, her gaze finding the small foal next to one of his mares, it seems the big stallion likes foals just as much as she does. As she watches the other mare with the foal, a sudden longing seized her heart, she wants a foal too one to fill the void that Lost had made when he was driven away. Her ears flick up a little as another mare calls out, she must be the lead mare judging by the way the herd responds to her moves and calls. Image wasn't interested in being a lead mare, too much responsibility and she's still pretty young so the rank just wasn't for her. The sound of Pandemic's voice drags her out of her thoughts, colts nearby? Was her son nearby as well? Image turns and trots over to the edge of the herd, wanting to at least catch sight of her son one last time. She hopes that he had found some fellow bachelors and was safe, at least as safe as he could without an actual herd.
When she moves a little to the side, she could see through the trees and spots the pale coat of her son along with a dapple and a buckskin, he has found a bachelor gang. The sight makes her relax more now that she knows her son will not die alone in the coming winter, he has friends who can help keep him alive and warm. Image stands watching her son through the trees, her tail flicking a little around behind her as some flies start to attack her rump, the movement of her tail spreads her heat scent that was slowly growing deeper. The mare snorts softly and moves back towards the herd with a little more pep in her step which could be caused by her deepening heat or the fact that her son was safe, maybe even a bit of both. Image stops to graze for a few moments, but soon grows restless and returns to her walking which quickly turns to a slow trot and then a faster one. Her tail was raised behind her as she trots, letting her heat scent spread around her, she was fading into her last heat stage and would eagerly accept any stallion's advances, even one of Pan's young bachelors.
Ｌｏｓｔ Ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Lᵒˢᵗ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Reaper + Lightning
He follows after Reaper, his steps unsure which betrays his wariness of the surrounding forest, if he had known more about the lands than he wouldn't be so nervous. Lost huffs silently as he follows after Reaper, his rather rebellious personality starting to shine through his nervous mask, but he stays quiet for now, he must learn about the lands before he could really feel confident. The young stud eagerly trots forward when they come to the creek, the scent of wet earth and the sound of the moving water was almost heavenly.
Lost drinks down mouthful after mouthful of water, greedily gulping down the cool liquid that soothes his parched throat and desperate thirst. After he had his fill, Lost moves off towards the tasty looking grass near the water, but stops when the sound of unfamiliar hoof-beats comes to his ears. The flea-bitten grey stallion looks over to see yet another young stud, a buckskin who acts as if he knew Reaper. Lost pulls his ears back a little, but was pretty relaxed after his long drink so his words were rather smooth and not as hostile as they would have been if he was still so thirsty, "I'm Lost Reflection, or just Lost. I'm guessing you're a friend of his?" He motions towards Reaper as he asks the new stud his question.
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Lᵒˢᵗ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Reaper + Lightning
He follows after Reaper, his steps unsure which betrays his wariness of the surrounding forest, if he had known more about the lands than he wouldn't be so nervous. Lost huffs silently as he follows after Reaper, his rather rebellious personality starting to shine through his nervous mask, but he stays quiet for now, he must learn about the lands before he could really feel confident. The young stud eagerly trots forward when they come to the creek, the scent of wet earth and the sound of the moving water was almost heavenly.
Lost drinks down mouthful after mouthful of water, greedily gulping down the cool liquid that soothes his parched throat and desperate thirst. After he had his fill, Lost moves off towards the tasty looking grass near the water, but stops when the sound of unfamiliar hoof-beats comes to his ears. The flea-bitten grey stallion looks over to see yet another young stud, a buckskin who acts as if he knew Reaper. Lost pulls his ears back a little, but was pretty relaxed after his long drink so his words were rather smooth and not as hostile as they would have been if he was still so thirsty, "I'm Lost Reflection, or just Lost. I'm guessing you're a friend of his?" He motions towards Reaper as he asks the new stud his question.
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.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.Ｅｓｔｅｌｌａ
{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 >.<}
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