M A T R Y O S H K A wrote:╭........................╮
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╰........................╯Oˡᶤᵛᶤᵃ ♪ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ♪ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ♪ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Not in Heat ♪ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd, ElliotShe grazed quietly, watching what was currently going on with Paige and the fillies. Venus has now bounded over and Asuna had followed Venus and Phoenix followed his mother. The colt was very young, so he still followed his mother over there. Olivia was about to start moving and head over to where her family was but a nicker aimed at her stopped her. Turning her head, the young mare's gaze rested on Elliot, an unfamiliar young stallion. She pricked her ears for a moment then flattened them. She was a shy one, so horses that she didn't really now made her nervous. Snorting, she took a few steps away, keeping her eye on Elliot.╭.........................╮
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╰.........................╯Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✶ 5 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 2 ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ✶ Tᵃᵍˢ : HerdAfter a few minutes the draft stopped grooming Vienna, he gave the mare a small nudge with his nose and looked around. He scanned the area momentarily, scenting the air as well but he didn't find anything strange. They were still safe. Shaking out his mane he looked back to Vienna. He studied the pretty mare, wondering if he should ask her or not. He could tell that she was in heat, but her scent wasn't too strong, probably in one of the earliest stages. Eventually the stallion made up his mind and he decided to ask anyways. Moving, he bumped his muzzle against the mare's rump, asking silently for a foal.
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Nightmare chuckled gleefully when he felt Cleopatra’s lips brush his rump as she reached out to nip him. The stallion tucked his hindquarters in for a short burst of energized speed. He grinned wildly, genuine joy flooding his brown eyes. It felt good to have fun. Night didn’t need a concubine for this time. He needed a friend, and now he had Cleo. Ears perked and listening, the black stallion turned his head to the side so that he could check to see where Cleopatra was. He was a bit surprised to see that the gap between them had widened. The thoroughbred silently scolded himself. Cleo’s thicker stature made her built for strength, not speed. Night inwardly frowned (yes, that’s possible now) and slowed his gait, allowing his mare to catch up. His breaths were not quite gasping yet, but they were slowly becoming more ragged.
As he took in a deep breath, the tall equine tasted a tinge of saltiness in the air. There was only one area in which one would find the tang of salt water in the air: the cove. Since the drought had struck the land, the water had dramatically receded. But the ocean didn’t really matter. I hadn’t realized that we’d come so far... Nightmare thought warily to himself. Still continuing on, but at a slower pace, he led his mare up a slight incline. The two horses crested the ridge, avoiding a few large rocks, and began their descent down on the other side. While they were still quite some distance from the shore, something caught Nightmare’s eye. No, not something, Nightmare realized after another look. Someone. A dappled grey horse stood alone in the grassy area before the sand. On instinct, Nightmare jerked to the side to slow down, remembering that Cleo was trailing behind him. He didn’t want her to crash into him as he lessened his speed. He nickered to Cleopatra to stop cantering and come stand beside him in the grass. Though it was near the coast, there was no warmth from the beach, and very little comfort from the sounds of the harsh waves. Nightmare narrowed his eyes to see the strange equine that also inhabited the coast. Recognizing the distinct scent of a mare, Nightmare perked his ears, suddenly very intrigued. But he did not approach. He did not want to frighten the horse, for fear of her being shy or scared. Instead, he let out a loud, friendly whinny to her, awaiting her “okay” to approach.
The one that got away....Dime'a'Dozen
Mare
Twelve
Tagged; Samurai's Herd
Dime quickly halted her walk when Samurai began forcing the group together in a rather aggressive way. She watched him in confusion, not quite sure what had upset him so. She carefully moved into the tight circle that Samurai kept, nearly bumping into a couple of the mares. Her ears perked to the sound of thundering hooves, her head darting in the direction of it. Dime noticed the second stallion that had been with Samurai chasing after one of the herd members, whom was apparently trying to run away. She snorted, knowing the mare should have at least tried leaving when both stallions were occupied, despite it being an almost impossible escape either way. Turning away from the chase, she noticed Snow coming to her. "Hello" She said quite simply, lowering her head to graze. She made sure she was out of the way of any mares so no one would collide.(Added a part for snow (: that was her name correct?)
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