The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[xxshadowluvxx]

Dime was beginning to get amused by his mischievous attitude, her tail lashing side to side. Her ears swiveled in his direction with curiosity, recognizing the look on his face. She had dealt with snaking before, but never really had a successful stallion. She usually tried to steer clear of stallions that snaked their mares, but she was interested by this stud. She went along with the situation, curious to how things would work out. "You can try.." She nickered playfully, giving him alluring glances to taunt him.

[Tigermay]

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Jokull
Age: 10 years
Status: Band stallion
With his mare
And his ally
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Jokull paused as his mare did, wincing a bit as his bit of an abrupt stop caused the place Nakiah had glanced him with her slightly resentful kick. He didn't quite understand why she was so wary of Gator, though he supposed that it was fairly warranted considering that she didn't know him. "It's all right, he's a-" The silver stallion was cut off by his mare sending a nicker out. He cocked his head, curious, and glanced over to where Nakiah was now focusing. Lo and behold, there was another mare there. Still, Gator was far closer to her than they were, and Jokull wanted to see if his ally had recovered any more than when he had first met him.
One deep breath later, Jokull turned to the mare next to him, though one ear was carefully tilted towards the other two. Even though this wasn't the best time as he was still curious about Cerberus, he needed to make sure that Nakiah would be ok with Gator. "The draft stallion's name is Gator, he is my ally. He's a friend. There's nothing to be concerned about." He assured her, though he couldn't help but glance back at the mystery mare as he did so.

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Mariah's Savior
Age: 12 years
Status:
Lead mare
Dealing with herd-ness
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Mariah had just gotten back, her shy filly bumping against her legs when Akuma also arrived back home. With a single word her stallion froze her, if only for a second. It was time to go ahead and keep it straight in order for all of them to get their best chance. The lead mare checked on her baby, giving the filly a nudge on her withers to see that she was fine. After her moment of freezing, she had loosened up and was ready with prepared words. "Not sure. Winter went off to foal. Riku went off a bit later -- he'd heard something." The silver smokey mare paused, feeling her filly start to leave her side. Mariah leaned forwards and gently stopped her by grabbing on her tail. The mare's dark eyes led up from her baby to Akuma, pausing purposefully. Please let them be far enough away. "They haven't come back, but it's not like I could do anything with two new foals on the ground." That might've been a bit much, but it was her protective side coming out and adding fire to her words. It wasn't easy trying to solve everyone's problems, as all too often got other horses got hurt.
But what was she to do? All she could do was make the best out of it and stick on the path she was on. "I know it's concerning, I'm worried too, but your foals are here and I'm sure they'd love to meet you." That was a bit on the line, but also true. Ky was already sneaking towards the stallion and Ciqala had surely missed him. A smile tugged on Mariah's mouth as she remembered how dedicated Ciqala was to Akuma. If nothing else, I would hope his son leaving with a mare teaches him to appreciate what he has.

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Kyra
Age: Foal
Status:
Lead mare's foal
Trying to say hi to Daddy
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Ky bounced around her mother, occasionally trying to duck under Mariah's belly. However, at the sight of other horses, she stopped and instead clung to Mariah's side. Her shyness was only validated when a large horse came up, being quite loud. Still, the palomino paint filly couldn't help but notice how her mother acted around him. He should be alright if Mama was talking to him, right? Her small head was lifted high as she tried to take in all of Akuma. The filly then sneezed lightly, after all, she had been rooting around in the leaves right before he had come.
The fluffy babe decided after a time that it would be a fairly a-ok idea to approach this horse. She wasn't exactly listening to her mother, having been off in her own world, so Ky was gloriously unaware of the current situation. The first time she tried to get over to him Mariah tugged on her tail. The filly squealed and looked back to her mother, turning to bump up against Mariah's dappled belly in protest. Ky resigned herself to pouting for a bit, still only following the conversation loosely.
But there seemed to be a turning point for her mother, and the filly perked up again. With a soft huff, swish of fur, and light crunch of leaves, the filly tried to approach her father one last time. She tried to be more perky, adding a bounce into her step and keeping her head higher than before. Maybe it was all about the way in which she approached him...

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Cain's Rumored Fable
Age: 4 years
Status: Band stallion(kinda)
Puttin' on the moves
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Cain's calm eyes picked up on the details pulling together around him and a smirk tugged at the right corner of his mouth. The filly was preoccupied and her mother seemed to be warming up to him. Ah. The young stallion stiffened as his mare flicked her tail. Easy... He'd never had a lot of self control around pretty mares, and he'd never needed it. On his previous farm that was the main reason why they were there; they'd enjoy the company for a bit and then life would move on. Mares out here were... temperamental to say the least. In theory, he'd need to be a bit more careful, but nobody said it was easy. And old habits die hard.
Maybe it made him predictable, but then again in his version of the world, life was fairly predictable, or at least it should be. The young stallion knew at least to keep his haughtiness from being too obnoxious, but it still bled through and saturated his thoughts and view of the world, tinting everything with a glean of 'mine' or 'beneath me'.
Speaking of what belonged to him, there wasn't a point in beating around the bush anymore. The paint stallion began with a small head toss and pivoted on his hind legs to get closer to Angel. Being a young boy, he got a bit frisky and show off-y, after all why shouldn't he show off? He was nice looking stallion who had details of his 'beauty' crooned to him by humans and mares alike. However, the past had little bearing here and his goal was to have said past repeat itself through Angel. Idealistic? Maybe; but oh well, vive la vida.
With that last high of self-assured optimism, Cain was bold enough to finally touch her. It was a short spat of grooming, peppered down from her back to her rump. He didn't bother to take precautions, didn't even consider the fact that she could or would retaliate. Rather, the paint stallion started to crowd her a bit, and with one last sly look to check on her and her filly's status, he decided to speak. "Even if the little buggers don't have an 'off' button, they do have certain appeal." Ah, what was that about beating around the bush? Cain snorted lightly and allowed himself to 'attempt' to ask for a foal. He didn't need to explain or even be too obvious about it, you know what I want.

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Safara
Age: 3 years
Status: Covered
Band mare
Talking with her stally
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Sara's ears began to lay back as hot, musky breath rolled across her rump. With a switch of her tail and a threatening lift of her leg, she warned Ninja to watch it lest he eat hoof. The brindle mare stopped her sneaking out to turn her side towards her other stallion. "Wow, thanks so much for restoring my faith the in 'male gender'." The young mare hissed back, voice dripping in annoyed sarcasm. Her little sneak-out had been messed up and now Ninja was just making noise. If he'd said something meaningful, she probably wouldn't have snapped as much, but rather he was just proving his point of all stallions being jerks. Maybe that got to her a bit as well. Even though she outwardly disliked males, there was a part of her that recognized that she would probably have to be around them her entire life. And if she had to do that, she had hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with jerks for the rest of her life.
However, these thoughts were subconscious and their only real ramification at this point was the fact that she was in a sour mood. Sara had also noticed his gaze flick to Lucina. "Got somewhere to be?" She suddenly purred, her demeanor changing in an instant. But had that much actually changed? She was still planning on harassing the stallion, using her looks and potentially aggravating words to keep him around a bit. Sure, she wanted out, but she didn't want Lucina to be burdened as she had been. Besides, it could be fun and exactly what she needed. Taking it out on others, doesn't seem to be as bad of a plan now that I think on it.

[~Static~]

Angelic Moon | 4 years old | Stallion; Cain | In heat; stage 3 | Tags; The Moon's Lullaby, Cain's rumored fable | Neutral

Angel smiled flirtatiously as Cain moved closer, her side grazing his. She got slightly bothered by his abruptness, but then, it wasn't surprising, coming from such an arrogant stallion. She wanted to resist him for a few minutes, but she finally decided to give in. She gave a small, half-hearted kick towards Cain's general direction. It wouldn't hurt him, even if he received the brunt of it. With a last glance to Lullaby, she finally flicked her tail aside as a sign of acceptance, looking back at Cain for a moment.

Inara | 6 years old |Stallion; none | In heat; stage 4 | Tags; none | Neutral

Inara smirked as she heard a stallion answer her. She flaunted her heat scent a bit more, and called out to him again, moving only slightly closer. She wanted to toy with this stallion, even though she was running out of time to find a herd.

[Promiscuous.]

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

нerd - His own.

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He chuckled gently and firmly struck the ground with his hoof, as if he was teasing the filly while he smiled "Yep, but for now, I rule the world!!" He teased, playfully nipping the filly against her silk coating as he perked to hear another foal, What about me, will i be strong to? He turned his neck to see one of the newest Colts. The stallion gave a startled laugh and smiled, "I'm sure you will be, Son." He said with reassurance, feeling too much overwhelmed in joy as he was surrounded by lovely mares, and children that he sired. But he wasn't going to get his hopes up, for he knew they could be gone at any chance.






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pyro ♘ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♘Tᴀɢs: - Echo ; Infinity ;
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As they got closer, the band stallion was as anxious as ever. He would spar and cavort around in small circles as the mare arrived with the filly by her side. Once they got there, Pyro pinned his ears and gave a swift nip toward the two, demanding them to get moving. After he was aggravated those two held up such time while two of the stallions far off had sparred. He snapped his attention to the blood bay and Soldier, who seemingly retreated only to move further away. With a sign of uneasiness, he pressed tightly against his Mares and hazed them along, far from the two. But a spark of curiosity hit him, as he turned back to observe the blood bay once more. Although it frustrated him for looking like an idiot, as something triggered inside of him, who was this courteous bachelor who decided to support pyro? A rather ecstatic nicker broke through before the stallion could debate it, before he shifted his gaze toward the other lurking bachelor, Soldier, flattening his ears in a deadly threat to keep his distance. While he finally allowed his Mares to rest, even though it wasn't the most thoughtful idea, he knew he was somehow safer with a second stallion in command.

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oĸapι ❥ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs. ❥ мare ❥Tᴀɢs: -

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It was indeed a gust of brittle coldness that caught the mares attention. While she peered off into the distance, she winced as the wind slapped brutally at her neck, ripping leaves away from trees in the far distance. A sharp snort blew from her, as she inched closer toward a cluster of punctured trees that shivered within the boisterous Autumn Wind, She would occasionally look back to the rest as she gestured that they best get moving in order to stay warm. Although a gather of thin trees wasn't the best quality, it was good enough so far, other then suffering the danger of predators in a forest. Even though it was close to having bears hibernating, wolves, cougars and possibly other animals were lurking just beyond the gentle giants. With the wind strangling the furs on her neck, she gave a rapid body shake and trotted along until she reached the area, assuming the herd will follow shortly after, as she bellowed among the obnoxious sound of air blowing between her ears.

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

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Nakiah Stood frozen. Refusing to move. Was he trading her away? He probably would never, but why would such stallions befriend other stallions, when they know nothing about each other? She shivered with chills crawling down her spine, giving obnoxious snorts as she barely lurched forward, her head lowered. She had no idea who this 'ally' was of jokulls, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to meet such a beastly creature, weighing over such immense pounds that was much heavier then poor Nakiah had been. But she didn't have a choice, the stallion encouraged her on further with every inching step. The mare however, jolted as she saw movement, it wasn't until then This ally, had traversed over to where the fallen mare had been. It caused Nakiah to look back at her band stallion, As if to say, He's Preoccupied. Can we get going now? with an appealed, anxious look. She felt so rueful to be acting like this, but the mare couldn't exactly cooperate with Stallions She didn't know. The mare gave a worried flicking gaze toward the two other horses now bonded and communicating, before back to her Acquaintance.

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

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-On Hold.- cx

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Sorry for le delay. > <

[fg05281]

Snow looked over at ninja and Sara. She shook her head and lay down on the Hilltop. She felt her filly settle next to her. She soon fell asleep. She dremt of all the things that could go wrong during the brindle's foaling. (sorry am on phone and cant see hoe much to write.

[SilverBell90]

Ciqala listened to Mariahs words. A little bit of relief came to here as the other mare explained. To her, it was a little stretched but it would probably do the trick. She watched as Mariahs filly began walking up to leader. The mare looked back at Akuma, feeling ashamed that she had to hide the truth from him. Her tail swished back and forth anxiously as she kept her head low.

Jack watched as Akuma walked up to the mares. He noticed the filly and tilted his head as she tried to walk up to the leader. The headstrong colt snorted and walked further infront of Ciqala, stretching his neck to get a better wiff of the new horse. He trotted up to him, holding his head high to observe him better.

[Spiritstar3]

Inara | 6 years old |Stallion; none | In heat; stage 4 | Tags; none | Neutral

Inara smirked as she heard a stallion answer her. She flaunted her heat scent a bit more, and called out to him again, moving only slightly closer. She wanted to toy with this stallion, even though she was running out of time to find a herd.

Sorrel~ Stallion~ Alone at moment~ Sorrel coat color~ Looking for mares

The sorrel colored stallion snorted as he began to now deeply smell the heat scent. He moved towards the scent and whinnied to said mare again. Shaking out his mane, he snorted and pranced a little.

Would my mares Sage, Jenna and Jess, Vienna, or Brooke be able to run into anyone's stallions? {I believe I already posted one towards Matroyoshka though)

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Dante's Inferno
Aᵍᵉ :: Six
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: /SOBBING/
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Anloric's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Nati, Halo

The sorrel mustang was trying her best to keep calm as the coyotes swarmed in. She kicked one behind her, and rolled when another lunged onto her withers. Dante was doing her best to fend them off, hoping to keep her friend and her beloved filly safe. Another grasped her underbelly, and she screeched, immediately dropping to the ground, crushing it beneath her, before rolling to her side and thrashing at those trying to get her while she was down. Soon she was up on her feet again, bleeding from several areas, but nothing major. She'd injured several, and it seemed they were beginning to disperse. The mare almost smiled with pride, until she noticed they were all heading towards a downed mare. Nati. And she ran forward, biting at the wild hounds and desperately trying to remove them from her friend. "Nati! No! Hold on, I've got them! You can do this Nati stay calm, please! For me, for--" That was when she realized Halo wasn't with her. And Dante heard her cry out, and her blood ran cold. At that same time, Nati said her last words, before a coyote cut off her life. Permanently. And by god if Halo wasn't in danger right now, Dante would have fallen to her knees and broke down crying. But she couldn't. Not with Halo still desperately clinging onto her life. Nati loves you. She understands, now save her baby. The words were running through her head as guilt began to overwhelm her, and she ran towards Halo, neighing loudly. "Don't you dare touch her!" She snapped, slamming her front hooves down onto the dogs dragging her, hearing a satisfying crack as their spines snapped. Dante proceeded to kick and bite those still aiming for the filly, though many were now going for her dead friend. And while she would normally have tried to keep them from defiling the body, she knew she couldn't. She had to save Halo. That was Nati's dying wish. "Halo, baby come on now. Get up, I'll get you out of here. Please, I know you're in pain but you've got to do this for me, okay?" Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice with desperation, but she was doing everything in her power to stay strong and save the filly's life. She nudged the foal encouragingly, hoping she would stand up and hobble off with Dante. "Please get up, we need to go sweetie."

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Pandora
Aᵍᵉ :: Nine
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Fiery
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Lucifer's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer

What was wrong with her? Besides being this alluring temptress, why was she playing this game with such a dangerous opponent? They were equally matched in both wits and charm, and it would be by very little that one of them would win. But it seemed with the uttering of her creation's name, she'd won. He was putty in her hooves, a mess of fur and bones ready at her command. Normally this is where she would get up and leave, fully satisfied with the win in the game of wits. But this time, she stood in place. She felt no need to leave, no need to run away with the pleasure of having rendered a stallion to nothing but a babbling mess. Quite the opposite, actually. Pandora stood in place, quivering with excitement as the dappled stallion's pelt brushed against hers, causing a most delicious friction. Never once had she allowed a stallion to mount her, yet she was letting this one, this handsome devil, court her. And she didn't fight it, she didn't argue or even shift away. "Oh, my darling Lucifer." She practically purred as he finalized that he, in fact, was hers. He didn't own her. He was tied to her. Pandora owned him, controlled him, and now they were together. From now until the end of time. And to make that fact final, she shifted her tail aside for him, something she'd never done for any stallion before. "Then take me as your own, Lucifer." She'd used that same alluring tone as she had done previously, and continued to use it as she repeated his name. {{timeskip}} The mouse gray Arabian now rested her head lazily across his back, gently grooming him. His pelt didn't seem nearly as sweaty as her own, and she couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the fact. At one point she'd actually asked if she'd paid her debt in full yet... But that's a story for another time. Now, however long later, she stood beside her stallion, fully satisifed and fairly content. Mind you, none of this was out of love. It was lust. Savage, hormonal lust. So wrong, and yet so fitting for the devilish pair. Pandora doubted she'd ever find love, she had far too much fun flirting and working her charm... though now, she coudn't really do that, could she? She was technically tied down now, to one stallion. And while earlier, the whole 'from now until the end of time' thing seemed alright, the mare found herself mulling over the idea. Well, let's see. No more flirting and toying with other stallions. No more playing my little mind games. The thoughts saddned her a bit. But, he's a fantastic fantastic lover, minus there being any love. He's submitted himself to me, in exchange for using one another as needed. Not bad. She was beginning to feel better about this. Not only that, but we're practically perfect together. Not as a couple, but overall. We're a match made in the deepest pits of hell. Yup. Pandora was definitely alright with being tied down to Luci. "How are you faring, my dear?" The word 'dear' had no feelings attached to it, and was only meant as another name to refer to the stallion as. She wouldn't be cruel and use the derogatory term 'pet', and she would only use his name during their little rendezvous.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Tsunami
Aᵍᵉ :: Five
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alert
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

She'd tuned out the older pair for the most part. Nami wasn't too interested in listening to their conversation. What happened between her father and Honey, was their own business, none of hers. She kept an eye out for any dangers, knowing that the lovestruck pairing were far too involved in catching up to really pay attention to anything. And then Death called out her name, and the painted mare turned, cocking an ear. She listened to him, emotionless, and opened her mouth to argue that it would be best for Honey to lead. But considering the look on Death's face, and Honey announcing that she was in labor, Nami kept her mouth shut. She listened to the Arabian mare's advice, before nodding in agreement, and returning her nudge just before she went to birth. Tsunami then turned to her step-father, and sighed. "Come on old man. She said she'll catch up to us." The younger mare teased her step-father, before trotting towards the forest Honey had gone to. If they found shelter there, then the soon-to-be mother would have an easier time finding them. Not only that, but the forests were typically quiet enough for anyone to relax in. And knowing all of them could use a day or two off, it seemed like a perfect plan. So Nami lead the way to new grounds, calling out, "Last one to the forest is a rotten apple!"

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Labor
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

She felt horrible. For having done this to Death. Betraying him by letting his brother impregnate her. But she'd hurt. She'd hurt so bad after the loss of their daughter. And the hole in her heart had grown double in size, and had demanded to be filled. It had healed some once she'd become pregnant. And it was near completely healed when she reunited with the love of her life, Death, but it wasn't right. She didn't want Fiasco's foal. She wanted Death's foal. She wanted another pitch black foal who looked just like their father, with the heart of their mother... Honey stayed close to her beloved stallion as he mourned the loss of Shinigami. She pressed a muzzle to his neck and kept it there, gently rubbing the skin in a soothing way. When he stood again, stating his plot for revenge, the flaxen chestnut couldn't help but sigh. "There's no need, my love. Fiasco is nothing but the past, now. I have you again, and--" The mare winced with pain as a contraction swept through her. The next one was far more powerful, and somehow she managed to stay on her feet. It was time. The foal was coming. She pressed her muzzle ever so lovingly to Death's, and allowed their eyes to meet. "I'll return soon. I promise." And she turned, heading towards Nami and giving her a gentle nudge. "Move the herd somewhere safe. I'll find you guys." With that, Honey was off, wincing with every agonizing step. She headed into the forest, finding herself a quiet place to birth...

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

Now that the herd was out of harm's way, Apocalypse could relax. Somewhat. As lead, she never had a vacation day. She was always on high alert, watching over the herd while Tidal took care of his own duties. And she always had to be on her toes, ready to move the herd whenever things seemed to be getting rough or when their scent was starting to stick. Thankfully, they'd only just moved, and she didn't feel threatened. She stood by her herdmates, specifically Nowi, and gently groomed the mare. She was enjoying the lazy affection and the peace which surrounded them, up until Tidal came over and decided he was going to play with fire. At first, Apocalypse paid him little attention, simply giving him a glance before rolling her eyes, and resuming to groom the other mare. But then he said they looked 'fuzzy and fat', and Apocalypse raised a brow, and turned her full attention to him. "Oh really?" She asked, a smirk growing on her lips before she took a step forward. "Do you really want to play that game? We outnumber you." The black Morab said, glancing back to the other mares and giving them a wink. Just as she turned back, she caught a glance of a full moon, and she nearly snorted with laughter. No matter what he did, Tidal never ceased to amaze her. He was always so dorky and cheeky, and well, she cared for him. A lot. He gave her a warm fuzzy feeling inside and made her happy. She refused to call it love, but you can all assume that's what it is. Just when the mare was going to lurch forward and give him a nip on the rump for taunting them all like that, he moved off, having found a new potential herd mate. With a plan in mind to get him back, she resumed her lead duties, moving amongst the herd and keeping on high alert for any threats. With her belly now swelling with a baby of her own, she felt the need to be even more protective than usual.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Moonlight Madness
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

"Why I oughtta geld that stallion!" The mare shouted angrily, as she moved at a slow trot towards the main valley. It was now late fall, and it was growing rather chilly at this time. The lovely Pintabian mare Lunatic, who'd only recently joined up with a younger bachelor, was on her own yet again. Not that she was completely helpless or anything, but with winter coming, she'd prefer to have a herd to huddle up with. Plus, more eyes to see any threats during big snowstorms. "The one time I ever trust a younger stallion as my own and what do I get? Abandoned. The nerve of some--!" Yup, she was still shouting. At who? Probably the stallion who'd left her, though it was clear he was nowhere in sight. So she was pretty much shouting angrily at air right now. "I mean who does he think he is? I'm dropdead gorgeous, I have more than enough experience to run a herd, and he just... ugh!" Her ears were pinned and with every statement made, she kicked out her back hooves, as if to strike at the nonexistant stallion. She was angry. Scratch that, she was irked beyond belief. Anyone who comes across her at this point in time should be extra cautious, there's a good chance she might take her anger out on you.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Certifiably Insane
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Grouchy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Hound's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

The lead's reaction was priceless, and overall fueled Insanity to pester her more, drive for an even better reaction. But it seemed that the mare was suddenly afflicted, by who knows what as she took off into the trees. The Pintabian mare snorted, satisfied, and shuffled through the herd, glancing over all of her new herd members. And she scoffed, having come into realization that well, there was no other competition. Really. The only thing that stood in her way was that uptight lead mare, everyone else was obviously below her in ranking. And while that much please her, Insanity wouldn't be fully satisfied until everyone, including Karma was ranked beneath her. Second place just simply wouldn't do. After thorough examination of her new herd, Insanity settles in to graze. Just as she does, though, that stuck-up lead mare returns... with an extra set of legs? It takes a second before the paint realizes that, ah, she had a newborn by her side. And she smirks. Would the lead risk her life, as well as her foal's, to keep her position? Insanity ponders the scenario. Hmm... attack her now when she's weak, and put her newborn in the middle of it... if she were smart she'd back down, realizing her colt could be severly injured or worse... She glances back to the ebony pair, and sighs. As dominant and prideful as she was, she just wasn't cruel. She could never harm a foal. This wasn't an issue that should involve an innocent newborn, it was between her and his dam. So she stayed in place, grazing, her tail occasionally flicking back and forth. I'll have my chance in due time. The mare smiled at the thought. In due time.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Cerberus, Jokull, Nakiah

While his ally courted the lovely mare he'd met, Gator stood quietly off to the side, allowing the pair their space. He blocked out whatever they were saying and focused solely on grazing. Occasionally his mind would drift back to the mares he missed so dearly, but he forced himself to forget about it. He wasn't a weak stallion. He was caring, but he needed to move on. Or at least try. Yes, he loved his girls with all of his heart. The spunky Doe. The quiet Half-Moon. And the gorgeous, smart Allayo. But it seemed he had no chance of regaining them, at least not any time soon. It seemed that after his brother stole the herd, they'd all vanished off the face of the earth. Gone. Without a trace. He hadn't seen or heard from them since. Gator's thoughts were quickly interrupted when an angel fell from the sky. Or, seemingly fell from the sky. And it wasn't really an angel, though, she could easily be thought of as one. A lovely spotted mare had slipped down the hillside, and was now yelling something... something he couldn't quite make out. Whatever she was saying was none of his concern, though, as he slowly turned and trotted towards her, head low to show he was no threat. His long locks fell into his face with this action, but once he brought his head back up they went off to the side again. "Are you alright, m'am?"

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Vegas Lights
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Calm
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Titan's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

Well, the affections shown were nice while they lasted. She cared very much for her stallion. He was big and strong, older in age and overall a great leader. If anything, she would complain about his involvement in any and all social matters that occurred within their lands. As the oldest and wisest, he seemed to take on the sole responsibility of dealing with many matters. She knew he had allies, connections really, all over, and it seemed that he was always there to bail his buddies out of trouble. Which was fine, of course. A good stallion and a man loyal to his word. What about that could she not like? The only issue with it was she was often left alone to watch the herd. A simple task, nothing she couldn't handle, but she didn't appreciate that he always left when they were in the busiest section of the valley. There were so many stallions, all capable of snaking a mare without a lead to chase them off. And while Vega could easily outrun any stallion and keep her herd safe, she was one to stick by the 'no man left behind' rule, meaning she didn't like leaving without Titan knowing where she was going. But she sighed, nonetheless as he took off to involve himself in another dispute. With that, she turned to his yearling daughter and smiled. Maybe it was time to get to know her better. "So Estella." She began, walking over to the young filly. "Are you happy to be back with your father?" It was awkward, yes, seeing as technically now she was some sort of step-mother figure, but she loved foals and wanted to know the daughter of her current stallion. After all, come summer next year, she'd be birthing one of his children.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: DONE BYE
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Crimson, Amethyst, Doe, Moon
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

Did mares have an off button? Or a mute button? Or a shut the hell up and calm down button? Because Viking was on the verge of slamming his head into a boulder. Repeatedly. He was tense all over, and his eyes wide as he forced a smile on his lips. not wanting to push his mares any further. The bickering needed to stop. He was so close to just running away and letting the crazies fight amongst themselve, but BY THE GRACE OF THE HEAVANS, Rose found now to be a fitting time to move the herd. And the dark brown draft closed his eyes, whispering a near-silent 'thank-you' to the gods themselves, before rounding up his herd and pushing them on. As annoying as they all were, he was beginning to feel for his herd. Specifically his lead, Rose. She was so wise. So pretty. A little too edgy and talkative for his liking, but she made a good lead. A trustworthy one. And some days he felt the need to praise her, but kept his mouth shut, knowing she would tell him to quit his yacking and keep an eye out for any dangers. That's just how she was. She knew she was good and didn't need his petty compliments to remind her. Rose was so confident in herself. So powerful. And so daring to stand up to a stallion twice her size and mass. And by god, he was beginning to fall for her.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Phantom of the Opera
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Calm
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Thunder's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Thunder

The dapple gray mare felt utterly content for the first time in a while. No longer did she have to fear for her son being killed, nor did she have to worry about being with a stallion she did not approve of. Nope. Her son had grown and gone, and now, she was with Thunder. Currently she as enjoying a silent grooming session with the aforementioned stallion, gently nibbling on his fur and enjoying the silence of their home. Well. She had been enjoying it, until Pan screeched at all of his dogs. And like dogs, they all pricked up their ears in interest, ready to obey and commaned their master gave them. And the Andalusian sighed, shaking her head. "Why do you listen to him?" Phantom asks, turning to her stallion. "Why stick around? He's given you a mare... at this point, you're your own stallion. You have no debt to repay." She knew she was treading in dangerous waters now, especially with the acclaimed "king" stallion so close by. But she had to ask. The mare needed to know. Well... truthfully she wanted to play with fire a bit, see if any one dog would actually consider going against their master. Wouldn't that be a spectacle? All of the hounds turning on their self-proclaimed king. Ha!

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Some Kinda Witchcraft
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Happy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Pride's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Pride, Bae

Honestly, she was more than pleased with the presence of this new mare. In fact, one could even say that she was thrilled. Estatic. Bae seemed like a very kind and smart mare, one Voodoo wouldn't mind being their lead. While the bay Morgan would be honored to lead a herd, she knew she wasn't deserving. Not against this gal, at least. The paint was kind and wise, someone who would make all the right decisions and keep her herd out of harms way. For those reasons, and because she was in need of some female friends, Voodoo hoped that Bae would join. When Pride extended the offer to the new female, the Morgan found herself offering a wide smile, as if hoping it would somehow encourage this mare to join them.

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(Was my new mare accepted? (: Just making sure before I start her)

[Spiritstar3]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Moonlight Madness
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Open

"Why I oughtta geld that stallion!" The mare shouted angrily, as she moved at a slow trot towards the main valley. It was now late fall, and it was growing rather chilly at this time. The lovely Pintabian mare Lunatic, who'd only recently joined up with a younger bachelor, was on her own yet again. Not that she was completely helpless or anything, but with winter coming, she'd prefer to have a herd to huddle up with. Plus, more eyes to see any threats during big snowstorms. "The one time I ever trust a younger stallion as my own and what do I get? Abandoned. The nerve of some--!" Yup, she was still shouting. At who? Probably the stallion who'd left her, though it was clear he was nowhere in sight. So she was pretty much shouting angrily at air right now. "I mean who does he think he is? I'm dropdead gorgeous, I have more than enough experience to run a herd, and he just... ugh!" Her ears were pinned and with every statement made, she kicked out her back hooves, as if to strike at the nonexistant stallion. She was angry. Scratch that, she was irked beyond belief. Anyone who comes across her at this point in time should be extra cautious, there's a good chance she might take her anger out on you.

Zebra
The front-half-greyish-brownish-and-striped and back-half-splashed white stallion shook out his mane as he walked. The pintoed zebra looking stallion, while under 15 hands, was quite the hoofful and had a lot of attitude. Hearing an angry whinny, he perked his ears and scented the air. Whinnying back, the older small stallion headed for where the sound was coming from.

Jenna and Jess
The chestnut Painted and splashed white mare whinnied as she ran along with her pretty sister. She shook out her mane and snorted as she released a sigh. Shaking her hooves out, she squealed and kicked up her heels as she called for a stallion. She hoped one would actually pay attention this time...
The blood bay white splashed Painted mare, on the other hand, stayed silent as she ran with Jenna. She shook her mane and snorted as she sighed and flicked her tail. Squealing, she near wheeled as she heard her sister call out. She shivered as she thought of what had happened last time she had run upon a stallion...
---Open---

Brooke and -foal needs name, makin a form!-
The black and white pintoed mare snorted as she shook out her mane and looked at the little foal. He or she appeared to be caught up in a small thicket of brambles, and the struggling only made it worse. The mare softly said "Shh, sweetie, calm down. You need to stay still. I can try and help you, but you need to stop moving." Seeing the foal looking fearful even as he stopped struggling, she realized he was a colt, her eyes softened. She snorted, then decided she would need help and she screamed as loud as she could. She hoped another horse would hear.

Sage
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