Running Free ◤Wild Horses|Always Accepting◢

[ShadowStarFang]

Cobalt snorted and continued to groom Dahlia. He was a protective yet nice stallion. Hhe never got angry at his mares, and when he did, he would go looking for a fight from another stallion, obviously a young stallion though. Usually he chased them off before he even got close to them. The black stallion grooming the mare, his neck reaching over her back as he groomed her, his chest softly pushing up on her side as he nicely groomed her.

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Dahlia groomed back, pausing to look over at the other mare who seemed a lot more nervous. Most stallions that Dahlia knew didn't attack mares, so she had no reason to be afraid of them.

(Sorry my post is so short, writers block has arrived.)

[ShadowStarFang]

(That's okay. I have no minimum requirement.)

Cobalt was back on the right side again, now grooming her flank. He caressed her gently, then made his way to her upper dock. He snorted softly and continued to groom her.

(Sandy. The reason you are not accepted is because of your form. Wait... I do have that rule in my rules, don't I? If I am thinking right, I have a rule that says you need to use my form unless you ask, which you have not.)

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Dahlia snorted and moved away quickly as soon as Cobalt got near her dock. Her ears swiveled back and her eyes seemed to bulge out. Her muscles tensed right back up and she appeared to be ready to bolt again or even lash out.

[TheFabulousHorse]

(Okay, my guys can go after Satsuki and Roulette.. X3
Firefly can go after Satsuki and Cowboy, Roulette..)

DAKOTA'S WILDFIRE ~ Bay Tobiano, 5, Mare, Alone

ROYALTY ~ Bay Varnish Roan, 6, Mare, Cocoa

Royal came to the few trees that were alone in the middle of the plains.

ROSE GARDEN ~ Chestnut Manchado, 4, Mare, Cobalt-Dahlia

Rose stayed a few feet away from the stallion. She wasn't sure if she should go for lead or not, though she was a good lead..

DESTINY'S DESIRE ~ Dunalino, 3, Mare, Indian-Gypsy

Desi kept walking, going to the shaded forest.

VELVET SWEETHEART ~ Flaxen Liver Chestnut Splash, 6, Mare, Alone

BATTLE CRY ~ Bay Tobiano, 5, Mare, Alone

LIGHTNING BUG ~ Blue Roan, 7, Stallion, Snowflake

Firefly started grooming her.

COWBOY HEART ~ Dun, 8, Stallion, Holly-Rodeo

Cowboy began to groom Rodeo.

[Deletingaccount]

am i acepted?

[ShadowStarFang]

Cobalt snorted, confused about her actions. He nosed towards her, not touching her though. He wasn't trying to make her feel uncomfortable. He snorted and shook his mane, just going to graze again. He went over to Rose, reaching out with his maw, offering a friendly nicker. He wasn't trying to make any mare feel uncomfortable.

Cocoa trotted after her, seeing the trees on the plains. He could smell her sweet heat scent and the young stallion was following it like a cloud on the wind, except the stallions cloud was leopard print. He snorted and looked around, whinnying out for any mares. (For Chemical for Dream.)

Snowflake didn't show any signs of getting frisky again. She was in her third stage and she was close to entering her fourth stage, but it would be some days before she actually had her full heat. She flicked her black tail.

Rodeo snorted, uninterested in the stallion. She was only in her first heat. She grazed at the grass, flicking her tail, hitting Cowboy's muzzle and face.
Holly on the other hoof, was in her second stage of heat. She tore at the grass. She was always full of energy, always hungry, and most of all, always flirty and squealed at stallions nearly every time she meet one, even if she knew the stallion.

(Not yet, Sandy. You still haven't quiet followed my rules. {not talking about Fluffy cakes rule} The second to bottom arrow {not the 'will add as needed}. Until that rule is carried out, I can't accept. I need to start going by my rules by what they say.)

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s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ
→Horse Name←
Forget Me not Rosie
→Horse Nickname←
Rosie
→Gender←
Mare
→Age←
12
→Breed←
Arabian

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
bay rabicano
∞Markings∞
two stockings and a blaze
∞Scars∞
A few, but all wild horses have scars
∞Hoof Color∞
Legs with stockings are cream (white) and her other two are blue (Grey)
∞Eye Colors∞
Pale light brown
∞Mane Color∞
black
∞Tail Color∞
black
∞Size∞
15"2 hands
∞Other∞
Her mother was blind in both eyes, but she is fine
∞Rank∞
Lone mare, when in a herd, lead mare or "cya later"

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴
You would think by the mares looks, her perfect conformation and snaky nature that she was once a mans horse. However. Rosie has never been touched or even been near a man, or even really seen one for that matter. Rosie grew up in a large herd and managed to find another when she turned 5. She was not lead mare in this herd, merely because the lead mare was 12 and she was 5. Come the time when the lead mare grew ill after giving birth. 7 year old Rosie took over the postion and became lead mare. Rosie was fair and many were proud to call her their leader, others tried to double cross her, they didn't do it again. That herd was taken from her by a storm, it cut her off with two other mares during a horrific storm in summer. She and her two friends along with their foals and her unborn foal made the long trek towards water. On the way, both foals died. Before they got to the water, Rosie had to give birth. Her foal.. a stillborn colt. They took no time to grieve, but heartbroken Rosie felt terrible for leaving. Within a few more days, Rosie was the only one left and soon alas, she found water and food. Rosie never left, Droughts came but never as bad as where she used to live. Rosie now being 12 is happy, content and looking for a worthy stallion.
∴Personality∴
Rosie's personality is rather strange, She's a sweet and loyal mare with a beautiful friendly nature. She has a highly dominant side and won't take no for an answer,she will fight until the other backs off. Rosoe is sweet and mothering with affectionate feelings, she will never put herself before her foals and will always make sure she's fair with how she treats those within 'her' herd. Rosoe doesn't enjoy being bossed around and will take every day as it goes, if she must go through it everyday she will.. or, the pretty little arab will throw away the herd, if that means screaming out for hours on end to attract other males. Rosie is fair with her judgment and makes a good lead mare. However the 12 year old will not stay with a male younger than 8. That is final. If your below 10 she will run, you will need to try and snake, show her your worth. If your younger than 8, she won't blink twice, she'll turn tail and leave. Being Arabian, you won't have a chance.
∴Dislikes∴
Young Males, Bratty uncontrolled foals, Foals without discipline, Mares without discipline, cocky bratty stallions, big storms, cougars, wolves.
∴Likes∴
Running, teasing, swimming, gentle storms, rain storms, thunder, shelter, protection from older males, company of mature horses, foals
∴Strength∴
Being a leader, it's her choice no matter the circumstance
∴Weakness∴
Her foals and anyone she attaches herself to

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※
none
※Kin※
She had a foal each year in her previous herd from 5-7. but her third foal at the age of 7 was a still born
※Other※
Fluffy Cakes

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s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ
→Horse Name←
A Fallen Empire
→Horse Nickname←
Pompeii
→Gender←
Mare
→Age←
10
→Breed←
Arabian

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
Chestnut
∞Markings∞
Small star and half sock on right hind leg
∞Scars∞
every wild horse has scars, scratches doesn't mean it's from a predator
∞Hoof Color∞
all grey except right hind hoof which is cream
∞Eye Colors∞
dark brown
∞Mane Color∞
Chestnut/red/brown
∞Tail Color∞
Chestnut/red/brown
∞Size∞
14"2 hands
∞Other∞
Fluffy cakes
∞Rank∞
lone mare

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴
She doens't have much of a history, all that is too it is that she grew up in a loving herd. She left and was snaked by two stallions, bred by one, covered by the other, she had one foal and then another stallion found her and bred her, he took her into his herd, but when he died she had a foal, 3 yearlings found her, they fought and a black thoroughbred bred her. she had his foal and now at ten she's had 5 foals. (including the ones i didn't say she had)
∴Personality∴
Pompeii grew up in a world where she leant that stallions want you to breed and only that. So she came to hate stallions, hate mares and hate foals. She would care for her foals and keep them healthy but she did not love them like a normal mother would. After a week or two, her foals got over it. She was never a sweetheart, but before she left her herd, she was the most affectionate being. Now she see's stallions as mare thirsty demons only breeding to keep their blood line going
∴Dislikes∴
stallions, foals, mares, storms, rain, fun, fools, silly, fun
∴Likes∴
quiet, peace, being alone, water.
∴Strength∴
being herself, being in charge
∴Weakness∴
big herds, getting any attachments

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※
none
※Kin※
not that she cares about
※Other※
why are there two others?

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s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ
→Horse Name←
Don't trust a soul and Karma's a B*tch (soul is the dark one, Karma is the light one)
→Horse Nickname←
Soul and Karma
→Gender←
Mares
→Age←
9 and 8
→Breed←
Warmbloods

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
bay and bay
∞Markings∞
Soul has 4 stockings and a blaze, Karma has 4 stockings, a blaze and a patch on her belly
∞Scars∞
all wild horses have scars
∞Hoof Color∞
cream and cream
∞Eye Colors∞
Soul's are brown, Karma has one blue one brown
∞Mane Color∞
black and black
∞Tail Color∞
black and black
∞Size∞
Soul is 17"2 hands Karma is 17"1 hands
∞Other∞
...
∞Rank∞
lone mares

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∴History∴
---
∴Personality∴
Both horses came from a mare who was bred by a national dressage and show jumping stallion back when she was in the stables. Soul was born on the property, but when she was 6 months she and her pregnant mother were released by a stranger getting revenge on the owner. 5 months later, Karma was born. Soul was always the more dominant mare however as she turned 5, Karma became far more dominant and protective, but never was boss for soul was always more mature. Now older they are fairly mature together but are still very dominant mares.
∴Dislikes∴
Soul: young males, brats, annoying foals, annoying mares, cocky stallions, bossy mares, moody mares, storms.
Karma: young males, bratty annoying foals, annoying mares, stallions, not being lead mare.
∴Likes∴
they both like their foals, they both like mature stallions and mature mares and they both like swimming.
∴Strength∴
being together and karma being lead
∴Weakness∴
not many, they are very proud mares

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※Friends※
themselves
※Kin※
themselves
※Other※
...

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→Horse Name←
Stare Death in the eye
→Horse Nickname←
Chaos
→Gender←
Stallion
→Age←
12
→Breed←
Anglo arabian

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
chestnut
∞Markings∞
4 stockings and a blaze
∞Scars∞
... all horses have scars
∞Hoof Color∞
cream
∞Eye Colors∞
dark brown
∞Mane Color∞
chestnut
∞Tail Color∞
chestnut
∞Size∞
16 hands
∞Other∞
..
∞Rank∞
bachelor

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∴History∴
---
∴Personality∴
Chaos is not kind, nor friendly. He snakes, he bites, be kicks he's violent. He's not nice, he's unfriendly and cruel. But there are three good things that come from him. one being he's got good, strong blood lines, two being he's willing to protect and defend no matter what. and three, he's paranoid to a point where you'll likely never leave his herd's safety.
∴Dislikes∴
not having a herd, stallions, annoying foals, annoying emotional mares, overly affectionate mares.
∴Likes∴
quiet docile submissive mares. quiet foals, quiet. Water, swimming.
∴Strength∴
his bloodlines
∴Weakness∴
His paranoia

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※
Stallions don't have friends
※Kin※
---
※Other※
---

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→Username←
s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ
→Horse Name←
Hell beneath the Hound
→Horse Nickname←
Hound
→Gender←
Stallion
→Age←
6
→Breed←
Warmblood

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
Seal brown
∞Markings∞
3 socks and a large star
∞Scars∞
.. not saying it again
∞Hoof Color∞
grey and cream
∞Eye Colors∞
brown
∞Mane Color∞
black
∞Tail Color∞
black
∞Size∞
16"2 hands
∞Other∞
--
∞Rank∞
bachelor

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∴History∴
---
∴Personality∴
calm, quiet, considerate, brave, fair, stubborn, easily agitated, protective, quick, docile, content, understanding, willing, persuasive, can be arrogant] Hound is not the kind of stallion you will want to mess around with. He had a harsh nature which he uses to punish those whom deserve so, he is not always a violent young male but of sorts. He can be very docile and easy going and has abit of a hip hop personalty when he is in a good mood, getting along with anyone and everyone, [except for stallions and other stallions colts] and makes a brilliant friend. His friendship fades the minute something annoys him, and it is not hard to annoy him. He hates mares who tease and has put several hoof marks on a mares side because of it, he can't handle it, mostly because when she teases him, her scent goes through the area alarming other studs of their presence. His methods have reason. He's not exactly cocky, but he has a stubborn arrogant side which gives him the upper hand in fighting, he's stubborn enough to use his ways to confuse the other male, it has worked a few times. He never confuses himself, but has no problem confusing others, his words often making no sense to no one but himself.
∴Dislikes∴
stallions, fighting, annoying animals, annoying mares
∴Likes∴
mares, breeding, expanding his bloodline
∴Strength∴
---
∴Weakness∴
---

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※Friends※
---
※Kin※
---
※Other※
---

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→Horse Name←
Lady Aramia
→Horse Nickname←
Mia
→Gender←
Mare
→Age←
13
→Breed←
Anglo Arabian

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
Dun
∞Markings∞
none
∞Scars∞
...
∞Hoof Color∞
grey
∞Eye Colors∞
brown
∞Mane Color∞
black
∞Tail Color∞
black
∞Size∞
16"3 hands
∞Other∞
---
∞Rank∞
lone mare

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∴History∴
---
∴Personality∴
Mia is extremely dominant. She's probably the most dominant mare you will ever meet, she won't back down, and she won't show submission unless the mare is years and years older than her, in which case she'll put up a fight but may back off. The mare refuses to be below lead mare and if she doesn't succeed in being lead mare, She'll leave. She'll annoy the stallion and lead mare until she is thrown from the herd in which case she will leave happily to find a new herd. The mare is very protective and brave and will look after her herd brilliantly willing to challenge anything to protect her foals or get what she wants, be it mare or stallion or predator, or even human. stubborn. if Mia does not want to do something, she will not do it. If she wants something, it will be hers, there is no way to avoid Mia getting what she wants. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is cruel and harsh, only joining a stallion whom she believes, is good enough for her, until then, she'll dance from stallion to stallion chasing each away until she gets the right one.
∴Dislikes∴
having to chase mares out because they annoy her, annoying mares, annoying stallions, playful mares or stallions
∴Likes∴
being the lead mare because she knows how to lead a herd, mares who don't challenge or annoy her. quiet herds
∴Strength∴
being able to protect her herd
∴Weakness∴
losing her herd or foals

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※
---
※Kin※
---
※Other※
---

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s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ
→Horse Name←
True colours
→Horse Nickname←
Grim
→Gender←
Stallion
→Age←
13
→Breed←
Mustang

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞
chestnut
∞Markings∞
a sock on his hind right (thos cream markings on his body, are just dirt and mud, they are not actually there)
∞Scars∞
...
∞Hoof Color∞
grey one cream
∞Eye Colors∞
brown
∞Mane Color∞
flaxen
∞Tail Color∞
flaxen
∞Size∞
15"3 hands
∞Other∞
---
∞Rank∞
bachelor

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∴History∴
---
∴Personality∴
He's proud, he's cruel, he's dominant and possessive. He's impatient and rude and arrogant. He's not a fool, he's a violent stallion and he gets what he wants when he wants. Nothing will stand in his way, if he see's a mare, she'll be his. Grim has little to no Patience and if a mare steps out of line, he'll snap at them and put them back in line. He's an incredibly light sleeper, thinking his mares may get stolen or wonder to far and so he doesn't sleep heavy and doesn't sleep much at all. If any stallion gets to close to his trophies, he'll get violent and possessive and chase them off. He's secretive and holds dearly to his mares, deep down caring greatly for them. His actions show opposite. He can't handle his mares being taken from him and goes slightly insane when they are taken from him, but his love and affection for his mares is hidden and on the extreme rare occasion may he show affection to his mares.
∴Dislikes∴
overly loving mares, overly loving foals, playful mares, storms, challenging stallions
∴Likes∴
mares, breeding, fighting, protecting
∴Strength∴
his strength to protect
∴Weakness∴
losing his herd

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※
---
※Kin※
---
※Other※
---

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[size=85][i]Rose // Mare // twelve years old // Arabian // 15"2 hands //  Heat stage 3 // no herd // tags; open[/i]

A pretty bay rabicano arabian made her way through the trees of the woods. She was listening cautiously, but not worried much, she'd not seen many 'older' males, and having only seen younger males she'd managed to get away from two, a 5 year old male and a 7 year old male. Simply because she was older, she was arabian and she was smarter. She loved herself really, she was the second fastest breed in the world under the thoroughbred, and she could run for long periods of times without tiring unlike many other breeds which meant unless she wanted to join the herd a stallion would soon need to give in, even, if he were older than herself. Her speed would outwit the male allowing her an escape route no matter what he did. Course, if a stallion wanted an arabian, they would know this and would know snaking was not an option unless the arabian was already injured from something. Arabians were not excellent in fighting off other males,but their speed and quick movements allowed them 10 times as many hits as any other male would gain which would leave most males confused to what to do next. Hence the reason her father had so many mares of many breeds and managed to fight away all stallions at the age of 7. Even the older males who came thinking 'because they were older' they'd win, his quick movements and fast speeds allowed him time to confuse the males.

She grinned, curious if there were any arabian males left other than her half brother Death. He was off somewhere propably, he was born a year before her so he might still be alive with a herd. She shrugged briefly and continued to trot through the trees until she brought herself to a small meadow. She looked around the meadow and flared her nostrils, with a gentle snort she released the air she once sucked in and shifted her nose down to her leg nipping and rubbing her nose against it to relieve an itch. She scrunched up her nose as she smelt a dead animal, she glanced back, a fox, she payed little attention to the carcass and simply trotted off towards the creek bed. The mare arrived by the water and lowered her muzzle, allowing her lips to gather up the water occasionally making a slurping sound. As the mare lifted her nose water dripped from her fine muzzle before she pricked her ears in worry, she turned to the dead animal and watched cautiously as a cougar made it's way over. Though it's interest lay with the carcass, the mare flared her nostrils and jumped the creek and flagged her tail with a small buck she elevated her body into an uphill trot, extending her legs out and taking time before lowering them, making it seem like for a time she was floating with each step. As the lion grabbed it's meal, it's beady eyes watched her, blood drizzled from the sides of it's muzzle and with a small growl the mare took off, cantering swiftly, each step like she were flying as she moved into a gallop. Full speed ahead, in time the mare slowed, her breath fast but within minutes slowed down allowing her to regain her energy. Within 5 minutes she was grazing, not a single breath out of place, she was calm, not yet even sweating, but her sides heaved slightly. In time her sides dropped and no longer moved much other than her regular breathing. She listened cautiously and grazed continuously.[/size][/center]


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[size=85][i]Pompeii // Mare //  ten years old // Arabian // 14"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open[/i]

The pretty chestnut mare walked contently along, each step lifting up water from the stream. A stallion was following her, she was not deep in heat and so deciding to walk in the stream would hide any trace of her, she occasionally stepped out and took several steps into the bush before stepping over a log and then dancing her way back to the stream, making it seem like she ran off that way. She would occasionally also step out and hit her lightly scented tail against a tree. The mare was young and free, she didn't want to be caught right now, especially by an ugly black quarter horse stallion. She'd met quarter horses before, they were so pretty, but this one... he was huge and ugly. She trotted along and soon came into the meadow, freedom! she galloped to a slow speed and then sped up as she came to a hill. She reached the top and looked at the hill which led to the large meadow which spread for miles. It was a long hill and you had to go down to get to the meadow. She groaned, it was steep and rocky and looked dangerous. She placed her hooves carefully. this was dangerous, but an arabian who was nearly always balanced, knew the meadow and hills and had gone down worse, she found it easier than running from a stallion. She trotted down it, not many would dare break a walk, she slipped once on a loose rock but didn't stop, instead when she was about a meter from the bottom she looked and decided simply to jump. So she jumped, on her way down she tripped into a small hole causing her shoulder to yank a few muscles, pulling several in her right shoulder. The mare cried slightly and then began a limp to the river. It came across as nothing when the mare realised she could canter. But little under 10 minutes later the mare found herself laying on her side in agony. Her muscles aching from where she'd pulled them. That's what you get for being cocky. The mare groaned and grunted but remained quiet, not wanting to be sighted just yet.[/size][/center]


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[size=85][i]Soul // Mare // nine years old // Warmblood // 17"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; Karma[/i]

The large eighteen hand warmblood mare made her way along plateau with her darker bay sister, Karma. She watched the mare and snorted at her warning her. Soul was in charge, Karma was just protective and was the one who shook off the mares who wanted to travel with them because their height and weight would mean strength and safety. The red bay mare made her way through the shoulder length grass and grinned, a fifteen hand horse probably would not be able to see in this. She was cautious, snakes were coming out and she really didn't want to be bitten. It was spring (?) summer would be heading this way which meant snakes, but she'd already seen a few goanna's snakes would be around. The quicker they got out of the grass the better. The mare shook loose her mane and swished her weakly scented tail. The mare stopped and kicked slightly with both hind legs as her sister bumped into her. She squealed and then turned her nose to her hind leg allowing her hoof to come up and scratch behind her ears. As she found satisfaction in her scratch the mare led off at a trot leading her sister to the forest, no doubt they'd find a stallion before they reached the forest.[/size][/center]

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[size=85][i]Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.1 hands // Heat stage 1 // no herd // tags; Soul[/i]

Karma was grinning, watching as the long grass brushed under her muzzle, tickling her chin. As her sister stopped the mare bumped into her and grunted as her sister kicked her chest. Karma bolted backwards and glared at her sister but nothing else. She groaned and patiently waited for her sister to finish her scratch before Karma trotted off beside her, slightly back from her shoulder knowing Soul liked to be the 'leader'. The mare groaned and snorted softly, her chest a little sore a hoof print dust on her chest, but nothing major. She flared her nostrils as she smelt mares scents on the grass, not hers or her sisters, clearly others had been through here. [/size][/center]

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[size=85][i]Mia // Mare // thirteen years old // anglo arabian //16.2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open[/i]

Mia grazed silently, her ears pricked forwards as she lifted her muzzle. She listened silently to her surroundings before lowering her muzzle once more and grazing silently. Her rubbery lips pulling at the grass her teeth tearing it further. She listened to the calls of stallions but the mare made no reply, she clamped her tail so her weak scent wouldn't be caught in the wind. Ears lightly pinned back she snorted gently then kept grazing.[/size][/center]

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[size=85][i]Death // Stallion // twelve years old // anglo Arabian // 16 hands // NMares; // Number of coverings // tags; Roulette Dares[/i]

The chestnut male looked up hearing a mare calling out, she seemed merely a tad desperate for attention. She was young, very, which meant she'd produce him foals for years to come. The stallion turned his muzzle to his shoulder and barrel and nipped harshly pulling loose winter fur from his body causing his coat to look more ragged and untidy, not that he cared of course. Bobbing his head the stallion then pulled his head back and looked to the flaxen chestnut mare, a beautiful mare she was indeed. His interest grew but due to her not being in deep heat, he was not desperate. Instead the male watched her from the hill, like an eagle watching a rabbit, but with a much kinder look, a curious look in his eyes as he watched her. Alas the male slowly walked down the rocky hill, carefully watching the rocks around him before walking towards the tree line which circled the meadow the mare was in, he'd managed to see her over the tree line, now however he could not, but he was not worried, he could still smell that the mares scent was there. As he walked into the tree line stopping as a large log, was put in his path, being himself, Chaos refused to go around it. So with a single step back the stallion flared his nostrils and then took two steps forwards and jumping, his for legs coming up higher than he needed to lift them, landing about a meter away from the log on the opposite side into the meadow, it wasn't easy jumping such a large log from a stand still. The stallion managed a canter after the jump, but contently pulled himself back to a walk and then moved towards the mare. Coming to a sudden stop he turned his head to his back leg he lifted his hind leg scratched the top of his ear and his neck before pulling his muzzle back to the face the mare. Snorting softly he lowered his muzzle to his knee and rubbed it contently before simply taking a small mouthful of grass. He snorted softly and then picked up a walk, his ears pulled out to the sides showing no threat, instead curiosity. The mare was more beautiful than she looked when he was on the hill. Smirking contently he nickered and stretched his muzzle to her, pricking his ears in greeting before snorting and yanking his muzzle back, pinning his ears back and giving a soft squeal with a strike of his leg. With a sudden burst of energy he nudged her gently and then cantered off, bucking, snorting the stallion lowered his head and bucked again, ears pinned he snorted and then looked to her, curious if she'd follow. Coming to a halt the stallion turned his rump and faced her, ears flicking he snorted and called out rearing up striking his hooves showing off some what.[/size][/center]

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[size=85][i]Hound // Stallion // six years old // Warmblood // 16"2 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none[/i]

The large dark male walked along contently, his ears pinned back as he called out curious for females. He shook out his mane and nickered gently before stamping his hooves and trotting off. He gave a small kick but who said a warmblood stallion couldn't have fun? so with a small kick came a big kick, bucking as he cantered along, ears pinned back as he bucked again, glorious freedom of spring. He was still thinnish from the winter but would fatten up in weeks and by then, hopefully a reasonably sized herd. With one last final call he patiently waited for a reply.[/size][/center]

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[size=85][i]Grim // Stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // 15"3 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none[/i]

Grim shook his mane from his eyes, his chestnut coat shining in the sun proving his healthy status. He looked around and then back to the ground where he grazed. When he finds a mare, he was going to have it. Ears lightly pinned he whinnied loudly, calling for mares. the more the better. He listened contently, occasionaly lifting his head then grazing again.[/size][/center]

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[ sure. ^.^ whatever you guys want to do. c: and heheh, i know. cx but vegas is ma babeh <3. XD ]

→ [Ⓥєgαѕ] Ｌⓘgнтѕ ←

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call// vegas
age// fifteen
mood// interested
rank// bachelor
mares// none
tagged// spirit

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the stocky pinto stallion lowered his head slightly as the mare reached out to sniff him, a soft huff escaping his nostrils as she started to back away. four heavy legs carried vegas at a slow pace after her, head bobbing and ears back in a relaxed demeanor, though his dark brown eyes were live with interest, two molten pools swimming with varied emotions. his scarred velvet maw stretched forward as he reached spirit, lipping at the thin hairs of her forelock for a moment before placing a soft nip there, throwing his head back up and dancing to the side with fluid movements; dark gaze waiting to see if she would run in reaction to his attempting to claim her, or be fine with it.

→ Ⓢαηкαкυ Ⓐтαмα ←

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call// valtiel
age// eight
mood// calm
rank// bachelor
mares// none
tagged// none

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the world around him was quiet, calm, ever peaceful as the lead ebony stud stretched his neck to the ground, rubbery lips plucking lazily at the stalks of green grass that had reclaimed the world come spring. two long oval ears twitched atop valtiels' head as the world came to life around him- the sound of birds singing in the trees dotted around, the raspy brays of stallions and the sweet calls of mares. valtiel had not tried finding more mares to start a herd since that older bachelor so brutally ripped his last one from him- but still the dark stallion lifted his velvety muzzle and let a low, raspy nicker leave from parted lips. perhaps he would try this spring. there was nothing else for him to do anyway, lest he spend weeks idly picking at grass, alone in the sun. and valtiel so hated being alone. even the company of another stallion would do him good right about now. so long as he didn't have to be all alone.

→ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ Ｊａｃｋ ←

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call// jack
age// four
mood// confident
rank// bachelor
mares// none
tagged// none

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four sharp pink hooves left gouges in the soft green earth as a cocky young stallion threw his long, elegant legs forward in a proud strut, cherry bay head held high and long, delicate oval ears full of interest as horses called out around him. a loud, confident nicker left his strong chest, slipping out from between soft rubbery lips as the colt searched for a new object to lay affection on. jack was not entirely looking to start a herd; he was still young, and full aware that having mares would draw the attention and therefore the wrath of older stallions to him, but this did not mean the young stud could not continue playing his little game, he just had to find a willing subject. early in spring, this was not the easiest task, but if he didn't try, he would grow terribly bored. better to keep himself entertained.

→ Ⓕяαgιℓє Ｄяⓔⓐмѕ ←

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call// dream
age// fourteen
mood// irritated
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// cocoa, royal

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the semi-leopard appaloosa lifted her head as the piercing call of a nearby stallion cut through her beloved peace. dream let out a heavy huff, ears twitching this way and that as pale brown eyes searched for the culprit; the sight of the young stallion prancing forward with another mare in tow summoning a low snort from the ever-grumpy mare. one striped hoof pawed at the grassy earth, ears laid back slightly as she watched him, scented tail flicking against her sides in a rather irritated manner. dream had never been one to jump behind a stallion without protest, though as she grew the mare began to actually favor older stallions; the ones who had proven they weren't incompetent simply by surviving as long as they had. what was such a young stallion doing with a mare already?

→ Ⓢρєαкιηg ᴡɪᴛʜ Ⓢιℓєηcє ←

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call// satsuki, suki
age// nine
mood// calm
status// stage three
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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satsuki had never liked being alone, so now since her former band stallion had passed away and his mares decided to part ways, the gentle little mustang was searching for a new herd. a soft whinny would leave her bay muzzle every few yards she traveled at a lazy pace; calling out to any stallion in the vicinity, trying to make her presence known so that she could settle herself into a new herd instead of stand alone in an empty field. the silence was gnawing at her already, the solitude, the lack of other friendly faces. suki simply was not built to be alone, she craved friendship, craved the company of other equines and the protection that a stallion allowed. after all, horses were herd animals- she figured the craving normal. the need for companionship. satsuki had never been a hard mare to manage; simply give her a herd to coexist with and a foal to raise and the kind-mannered mare was satisfied.

→ Ｍｉｓｓ [ ♉ ] Ⓙαcкѕση ←

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call// jackson, jacks
age// seven
mood// demanding
status// stage three
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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a very demanding, loud nicker was thrown from the stocky palomino mares' maw as her nostrils flared, taking in the unmistakable scent of stallions in the area, and she had gone far to long with out the attention of a handsome stud. her silky cream-tinted tail flicked violent against her velvety haunches, spreading the knowledge that she was in was in the later stages of her heat cycle to the world. two pale blue eyes scanned the bright, life-filled world that she had found herself in as of late, far from the land in which she had been born, and even farther from where she had been separated from her last stallion, the young stallion whom appreciated her as she expected to be appreciated from every equine she came across. jackson had been born and raised a spoiled princess, and expected to be treated as no less now.

→ Ｂｌｏｏｄｙ [ ♥ ] Ｍａｒｙ ←

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call// mary, fable
age// five
mood// bored
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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thinking back, mary couldn't remember ever not being in a herd- once she left her fathers' she was in several different stallions' bands, but never had she been alone. it was always right from one to the next via getting snaked or her stallion losing a battle- this was a new feeling if freedom that she was not used to, and while she loved the ability to traveled where she wanted to instead of following the lead of a stallion and his lead mare, the quiet was getting tedious. perhaps another mare would offer company should she be able to stumble across one, or perhaps another stallion would find the young dun mare before that. not that she would really resist should the attention of a stallion be directed to her; though she had spent so many weeks now traveling by herself, not having obey the order of a lead, it was not entirely something she wanted to give up. a little huff of air escaped flared nostrils- a sigh, leaving her dark maw as young mary struggled with the choices laid before her.

→ [ ღ Ⓡσυℓєттє ღ ] Ｄⓐяⓔѕ ←

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call// rou
age// four
mood// calm
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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roulette's muzzle was lowered to the ground, grazing peacefully as the world came to life around her. she could hear birds, calling out eagerly as the sun climbed higher and higher into the blue sky behind her. a low rumbling filled the air- one which young roulette was very familiar with. the sound of stallions and mares alike, calling out to one another, searching for herds. homes. roulette herself was seeking a stallion- her poor isaac had passed away in the winter months, and as soon as the snow began melt his remaining mares had split up, leaving to find new herds. the beautiful palomino mare lifted her head, oval ears twitching as she took in all the different sounds. she was a young mare, a naive one, willing to follow any stallion that pranced by. roulette let a soft nicker drip from her velvet maw- calling out to any nearby equines, telling them she was here, telling she was tired of being alone.