The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[LilHoneyBee]

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mare ~ five years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; 1 ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; bullet

The white mare watched as the stallion began to show off. She gently snorted through her nostrils, shaking her head. She was in no mood to need to be impressed. The mare was desperate for a stallion, and even a two year old would be fine with her for the time being. She trotted closer, shaking her mane. She was happy to see his interest, however. She flicked her hardly scented tail. being in heat around this time was rare for a mare, but it being in such a low state - she could hardly even smell it. She leaned down, waiting him to walk over. Even if she was desperate, she wasn't just going to stop her ways.

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stallion ~ eight years old ~ bachelor ~ mare(s) covered; zero ~ mare(s); x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; dakota

He gave a snort, "Ah. So I was correct. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous mare." The paint said with a smile. He bowed his head, flicking his triangular pointed ears. As she trotted away a bit, he flicked his tail, walking closer. His head titled, not too sure of what she was trying to accomplish in this act. However, he needed to make this mare his. "Er. Dakota. I wanted to know if you have a herd. Being alone around this time is pretty dangerous." He said softly.

{{ West is open to any mares. }}

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mare ~ eleven years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; x ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); shattered image ~ tagged; lea, clear, shatter, archangel

Missy watched quietly, her brown eyes moved from the large stallion to her son. Her young son. She nuzzled him, lovingly with a sigh. She had to do this. Not for her, but for Shatter. There as no way he would survive this already harsh winter. She watched as the stallion came closer, pushing back her ears gently. She felt her protective feelings perk, but she needed to stay calm. He would be the only one to help her son. His words made the mare go stiff. Should she do as this stallion says? What if it was simply a trick to get the young foal close to him so he could snap his neck. It was uncertain, but what was certain is if she didn't do what was asked of her, Shatter's death would come sooner or later. Shatter looked to his mother, brown eyes uncertain. Missy knew he wouldn't move without her word. The mare looked from Shatter to Archangel, sighing and pushing her ears back. It was risky, but somethings needed to be done. She nudged her young son with her nose forward, watching as he walked over to the stallion. She thought she could hear her heart skipping in her chest. She got closer, just in case that this stallion would try and do something, she could at least attempt to save Shatter. Her tail flicked uneasily, his calming words doing nothing to help her motherly anxiety. Her brown eyes turned to Lea and Clear. Snorting, she pinned her ears, already exerting dominance to the two. The red roan mare didn't give time for the mares to think they were anywhere close to being lead.

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colt ~ six months old ~ lone colt ~ mother; bloody mistake ~ herd; x ~ tagged; lea, clear, missy, archangel

Shatter's small, young body shivered as he looked to his mother, his bio-colored eyes blinking. His cloudy blue eye showed nothing but shadows. The paint was born almost a month early, making his vision harsh. Though, it didn't stop him in anything. He was a very ambitious little boy - nothing standing in his way. As the large stallion suggested Shatter getting warmth from him, the colt looked to his mother. He wouldn't take one movement without the approval of his mother. The paint colt loved to please, and always loved to make his mother happy with his actions. As Missy pushed him forward, he slowly trotted to Archangel, his small jaws clacking together. It was a sign for foals to show respect to the older stallions. He slowly laid down, his one good eye stapled onto the male. He cuddled close to Archangel, putting his face into his long fur.

{{ Hoping I replied correctly. Sorry for being inactive, also. Been a long week for me - I got the flu. }}

[Spiritstar3]

{{I need a post from Mistake and Shatter before I can move Archangel /:

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Tᶤᵗᵃᶰ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ/Fᵒᵃˡˢ : 3/2 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Rain, Echo + Herd

The old stud's ears perk forward and a loving and warm smile appears on his face as Vegas, belly swollen with his foal, comes over to greet him. Her obvious joy and excitement at merely seeing him approach made his heart almost burst, such a warm and loving sight wasn't something he was use to, but was quickly coming to enjoy. A deep loving nicker rumbles from his chest as he rubs his nose on Vega's neck, her scent calms his inner turmoil at his brother's sudden disappearance, she was his anchor. Titan glances over to where his growing daughter grazes, checking to make sure she hadn't ran off or something. He turns back to Vega and nuzzles her once more as she greets the three new members of the herd, he was glad to finally give her some friends to talk to and not be so alone.

Titan turns to his new mares as they get closer, his ears folding back a bit as Rain storms up and snaps some words at him, but her temper and harsh words simply rolled off of the old stallion, he understands how upset she must be at having her own stallion flee so he doesn't see her anger as personal. The stallion nods his head silently as Rain storms on past him and Vega, it seems she'll need time to calm down before he even so much as looked at her. When the other, calmer, mare comes up with her little filly, Titan gives them both a warm smile, at least this one wasn't furious as well. He nods as she introduces herself and her companions, a light warm chuckle rumbling in his chest, "I'm Satanic Curse, but please call me Titan. This here is my lovely lead mare, Vegas Lights, and that yearling over there is my daughter, Estella. She's not in the friendliest of moods at the moment so please excuse her if she seems rude."

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Spirit of the Stars 'Gazer', daughter of Castiel and Jessica and most likely to defend others
The young filly whinnied to herself as she ran, a no-longer-leggy two year old beauty with a lot of heart and such. She nickered and shook her head a bit as she ran off through the lands then heard voices from up ahead. She whinnied in calling. What she said, was "Hello? Who is there?" She pranced a little bit as she slowed down quite a bit until she was at a trot. Unsure of these other horses, she approached more slowly now.

Robin | 11 years old | # of mares; 2 | # of mares covered; 1 | Tags; Herd, Sage | Slightly interested in Sage

As robin stood with his herd, he saw a mare n the distance. She began to move closer, and the stallion wasn't so sure that she saw them until her gaze shifted to rest on him. As she called, Robin quickly weighed his options. Yes, it was dangerous to leave his herd at any time, but it was nearly winter, and it was very unlikely that a stallion would attempt to snake a mare from him now. He nickered softly to his mares to let them know he would be back, and quickly trotted toward Sage.

Inara | 6 years old | Stallion; Sorrel | In heat; stage 4 | Tags; Sorrel | Flirtatious

Inara could tell that Sorrel was about to ask her to join his herd. And just in time, as she could tell it was only going to get colder.As he asked her, she mentally sighed with relief. Finally, She thought. "Yes, I would love to join your herd." She smiled slightly, moving forward to nuzzle him.

Sage -No muse to be fancy right now-
The lovely chestnut really red mare snorted and shook her head as she looked at the stallion. She flicked her ears and tipped her head to the side as she gained the small hill crest, and then she was over it and staring him dead on...Shaking her head...she snorted and nickered softly as she looked at the stallion and perked her ears. She awaited any words this handsome seeming male might have for her. (What does he and Inara look like?)

Sorrel
He smiled and nickered gently as he looked at the mare and nodded at her happily. he softly said "Since you are my first mare, I am not sure if that makes you lead or not...I mean, maybe that is decided by which mare is most dominant?" Shaking his head at how this sounded like a question rather then a guess, he shrugged as he looked at the mare and nodded at her one more time.

For Icicle)

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: A Proud Spirit
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Playful
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Kiana

The young stallion wasn't exactly familiar with the opposite gender nor did he know much about talking to them, but he certainly knew that many young horses (like himself) loved a good run. So when the fiery-red mare offered up a chase rather than her name, the painted stud was happy to accept the challenge before prancing after her, letting out a high-pitched whinny of delight. He held his head high, stretched out those long legs, and practically put himself on display for this mare. After all, mares wanted a good-looking stallion, right? Not only that, but when he moved this way, you could see his muscles at work beneath his fairly clean pelt. And he knew many mares looked for strong and capable stallions to call their own, so hopefully by showing off this way, he would gain her interest. For now, though, he was happy to play her little game. Call it the thrill of the hunt if you must, but a good chase would never be denied by any stallion. At least, any stallion younger than five. Most older stallions wouldn't have any of that, and would go straight for snaking, avoid all of the nonsense. But he was young and naive, perhaps still too playful to become a band stallion, and was thrilled by the idea of having to chase this mare. It was a game, really. Chase her down until they were both tuckered out, get to know each other, and hopefully become a herd. In his fantasy world, that's how things would work out. In time, he'd learn the real world wasn't very accepting of fantasies and innocence, it was a cruel place. A dog-eat-dog world where you had to get down and dirty if you wanted something. For now, Ghost was living in the moment, and enjoying his youth. Might as well, before life sinks in and demands he grow up.

Light of Dawn, Jessabel 'Jessa'- Mare- Cleveland Bay- Really red bay in color- 1 year and 10 months- Running- Ghost? and the mare?
The reddish (rather red) mare whinnied as she ran along through the grasses of a field, the sun high above her warm and inviting as it warmed her rump and made her coat seem even more red then it actually was. Shaking out her jet black mane, and flicking her jet black tail before it waved out behind her and floated on the air, she nickered and flicked her ears forward as she heard the sound of a stallion calling, or was it answering? The sound of hooves racing caused her to slow a bit, and she gave out a tentative but loud call of asking to the horses that ran ahead.

Hey Grape, can Dayla run into Viking and the mare?}

For Grape)

And never mind about Dayla!]

Dayla
-Waiting for Leviathan!-

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel & Vengeance
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven & newborn
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare & Colt
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Wary & Tired
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Luci, etc

It didn't take long for her to find her herd. Nowhere near as long as she'd expected it to, actually. They hadn't even really moved. They were just outside the forest where she'd birthed her son, and there was another group only meters away. Honey was, of course, cautious when stepping out into the open, with her young baby boy at her side. Her ears were flattened to her skull, threatening anyone who even thought to try something on her and Ven. Sure she was typically the kind, soft-spoken girl, but she wouldn't dare put her son in danger. His safety was her current priority, until they got back to Death. Which of course, only took a few more minutes. Honey kept her colt close to her side, never letting him drift more than a few inches away. She was very vigilant, glancing over these strange horses and giving them death-stares, warning them all to stay exactly where they were. And soon, she was at her beloved's side, and was calm once more. "My love--" and she was cut off when a young paint mare came flying to Death, begging. The poor thing looked frightened, and Honey immediately felt sorry for her. She stepped forward, pushing her son safely behind her, and offered a small smile. "Don't you fret, dear. You're safe with us." And she nuzzled Death, knowing he would take good care of Jess. Behind her, Vengeance was yawning, his eyelids dropping, legs threatening to buckle beneath him. The poor colt was tired, tired and cold. So he sideled up next to his mother, and laid down, deciding the perfect place to sleep was beneath her. Honey glanced towards her baby, and chuckled, taking precaution not to suddenly move her hooves, lest she harm her newborn. Now that she and her son were settled, she took this chance to observe the other herd, quickly picking out three lovely mares; one ruby-colored girl (very pretty young thing), a painted girl much like the one before her (striking similarities, also lovely), and then a mouse-gray mare... gorgeous, yes, but she seemed... arrogant. Vain. Self-centered. All of the synonyms that relate to the aforementioned terms, she deemed the Arabian temptress. No matter, though. She was the other stallion's problem, not hers (thankfully.)

{{ Has Reaper been active lately? I was going to make Ghost's reply, but I'm not sure they've been around... If so, I'll post Ghost later. If not, he's open for young ladies~ }}[/center][/size][/color]

Mew, I need some sort of paragraph or what not from Ghost, for Jessabel. And can my new mare run into Gladiator (The one with the colt?}
Jess
She made a small sort of sound as she awaited some sort of a reply from the gorgeous black stallion before her, with his mares. Although she usually did not much like stallions, something about this one made her feel...safe...Shaking her head, she flicked her tail a bit as a pretty mare came up to them with a small colt in tow. She nodded softly at the mare as she softly said "T-thank you." Glancing to the colt, she giggled a bit as she softly asked "Is that your little one?"

Also,if I made a little filly, could she and Ven maybe crush on each other when they're older?}

Jenna
-Waiting for Lucifer-

For Levi, and Grape)

For tigermay:

Coming Free 'Heartbreaker' -Most talkative and intelligent-
The lovely daughter of the wild stallion Gabriel and the barn mare Jessika, she had the beauty of her mother and attitude of her father. She whinnied as she kicked up her hooves and run down a small hill. She came upon a handsome stallion, was he Painted? He appeared to have a mare in foal, and was at a lake that held another stallion and mare. She whinnied.

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Mistake and Shatter's Rper, this was what I said, just to clarify:
Lea
-Now with Archangel-
The young mare whinnied softly to the older stallion and the filly still so young that she was all but a foal still. Shaking her mane out and flicking her tail, she nickered gently as she nodded to the filly then looked up at the stallion again. Despite how big the male was, she found herself thinking how handsome and gentle that he looked as well. She snorted gently as she shook her head and said "Yes, I think I shall join you." She nodded again as she stepped to where the filly was, and that was when she caught sight of the foal. With a soft sound, she froze at the jolt of pain remembering her little lost colt went through her.

On the Horizon 'Clear' -most stubborn and likely to pick a fight-
The young filly lifted her head to shift her gaze to the older mare as she heard her soft sound of acknowledgement, and she perked her ears up as she nodded at the other mare before looking at the large stallion again. She nickered as she nodded and said "Everyone needs an Angel..." She then smiled as she softly said "That is what my mother and father told me...You look a little like the father of my half sister. He was a shire x Mustang, I believe. Maybe Shire x Quarter Horse or Lipizzaner"

Gabby 'Most likely flirt'
-Waiting for Strike-[/quote]

[Lady_Lycana]

Username: Reaper_wolf93
Name: Shura
Age: 3 years
Gender: stallion
Personality: loves to run, is kind and gentle but can be cruel when challenged. He doesnt like other stallions much but its respecting and willing to help others. He can be deceiving and uses it to his advantge
History: was kicked from his herd at the age of two after his father was killed by a rival stallion. He has been wandering and searching for mares to start his own but has lost each mare
Foals: none
Heat: no
Herd: currently wandering

On the outside
He is a large black and white Clydesdale mustang mix. His mane and tail are exceedingly long. Has a large scar on the bare side of his neck from a mountain lion attack

[xxshadowluvxx]

Bullet's tail whipped from side to side, his nostrils flaring with curiosity. He approached the mare cautiously, stopping a few feet away from her. "Hello" Bullet said in his usual low and suave voice "I am Steel Bullet, may I ask what your name is?" He asked with interest. She was an interesting one, he hadn't seen very many mares with a coat like hers. Mi was a beautiful mare indeed, and he hoped to possibly have her at his side.
(I'm sorry it's not very good or big, super tired)

[.ace.]

I apologize to Titan and Vega for Rain's earlier harshness/sassiness. My little rejected girl. xD

`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ яαιη∂яσρs ση яσsεs ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´
яαιη | мαяε | 5 үεαяs | sтαтυs | тαgs | нεя∂: ρүяσ's

Rain grunted to herself, feeling a tad bit guilty for her actions. It was their fault that Pyro left, it was his own. Pyro had his own problems, but he wasn’t going to be one of her’s. The mare cast a small glance over her shoulder to see Echo introducing she and her filly, as well as herself. Rain felt sheepish. The other mare now had to be more calm. The red roan took in a deep breath, closing her eyes, to calm herself. As she did so, she lifted her head, breathing in the chilly wind of the coming winter. The wind would still be the same without Pyro. The winter would still come just the same and everything would continue on. Why shouldn’t she?

The mare opened her brown eyes, but didn’t move from her position. She needed to move on. Now. Or else she would miss all of the good things about this herd. Like the lead mare - had she heard Titan call her “Vegas Lights”? - seemed friendly and enjoyable. The small herd would help her find a place and be accepted. Rain slightly tilted her head and glanced at the group. She eyed Titan, but snapped her eyes down when she realized that she was looking a little too long. Honestly, the roan didn’t really want the stallion to know that she was not that angry anymore. Rain snorted, fixing her eyes on the ground and dropped her neck down to sniff at the grass. But the mare never took a bite. She didn’t want to eat anything yet.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Interested
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Crimson, Doe, Moon, Amethyst
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Charlie

For a small mare, she sure had an attitude. And most of the time, Viking wasn't one to deal with snot-nosed brats... but this gal seemed different. It wasn't just her being a brat to be a brat; unlike Amethyst, this mare had a genuine fire burning within her, one which, if agitated, would quickly grow and consume everything around it. She was a piece of work, one who could stand up for herself, and he knew he had to have her. So rather than lay on the charm or prolong the courting exercise, the large brute stepped forward, arching his thick neck as he gazed down to her. "Well, Charlie, how would you like to teach that colt a lesson and join up with a real stud? One who can keep you safe and won't abandon you. One who would likely fight until his last breath for you." Of course he was referring to himself, as he was this big muscular bad-boy who could asily intimidate anyone or anything. He was tough, he was mean, and boy did he want everyone to know it. Nobody should dare ever mess with the king of pillaging, Viking. "You'd be treated like a trophy mare, a queen, even, so long as you behave and avoid turning into that one." His tone went bitter as he gestured to Amethyst, the youngest, and albeit the most annoying of the bunch. She wasn't fiery, she was downright sassy and rude, and really needed some mares to put her in her place. Rose had attempted to do so before, but the hot-headed mare was much too enveloped in herself to really care. Amethyst was the bad seed in his bunch, though, he wouldn't get rid of her. No, young mares like her made good prizes for bachelors willing to serve a higher-ranking stud. Ah, yes. Viking had heard many stories of the great stallion Pandemic, who had several bachelor guards watching over his herd 24/7. He'd rewarded them each with his most troublesome mares, a brilliant plan. Viking hoped to accomplish the same thing, though, he'd have to wait for a young bachelor willing to assist him. In the meantime, he was more than capable of holding onto his own herd and claiming his own mares, but, extra strength was always welcome. Said extra strength could be used to take down other herds and expand his own... then he'd be the real king. King Viking. Doesn't that have a lovely ring to it?

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

All of her anxiety was washed away as her returning soldier nuzzled her gently, and gave her the tender affection she'd been longing for. Her nerves were immediately soothed, and she returned to her simple, content self. She gently leaned into her stallion as he introduced hers and Ella, and smiled to the mare, Echo, as she too introduced herself and her daughter. The other mare, the irritated one by the name of Rain didn't seem like getting to know her knew herd, and knowing it was nerves, Vega decided to let her be. "A pleasure to meet you, both." The palomino sabino said finally, removing her weight from Titan's side and standing upright once more. "Pardon my excitement, it's been quite a while since I've had another mare to talk to. The last gal took off to foal and was never to be seen again... and Estella doesn't enjoy talking much, but..." Now her gaze was settled on Echo's daughter, Infinity, and Vega smiled again. "Maybe you could cheer her up? I'm sure she'd enjoy having someone to play with." While the thought of the yearling playing with the smaller filly was a bit unsettling, Vegas believed Ella had a kindheart, and would never intentionally do anything to harm her. Ella just hadn't come out of her shell yet. After all, she'd only recently returned to her long-lost family, only to realize she had a new step-mother. The Thoroughbred pondered in her thoughts for a moment before sighing softly, and grinning up to her beloved stallion. "I'd love for them to get settled in and all, but we really should be moving soon, dear." And with that, the mare bumped her stallion's shoulder, and began a slow canter around the herd, not-so-elegantly rounding up the herd, swollen belly swaying, before beginning to lead the small band to higher ground.

{{We can just skip to that, and continue the dialogue in the new location... I'd do Ghost's reply tonight, but calculus drained me of any and all muse. So I'll likely do his tomorrow. I'll either edit it into here or make it a separate post of it's own. He'll finish courting Spirit's mare, then move on to Estella. Sorry guys >.<}}

[Spiritstar3]

Yolo
Why no one noticing Gazer?)

[azhefa.]

{{Bare with me and my wonky muse >.<

I have Lost open for mares or fellow bachelors c:

Chaos and her colt, Demon, are open for a bit until Pan comes to claim them.

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Tᶤᵗᵃᶰ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ/Fᵒᵃˡˢ : 3/2 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Rain, Echo + Herd

A faint whinny reaches the stallion's ears, making them perk and twist around to find the source of it. Titan looks around a bit as his mares chat for the moment, the sound was nagging at him for some reason, was it a bachelor out to steal his mares or a mare looking for a herd? He snorts and turns again as he hears another sound, a voice this time, a young curious voice that sounded rather feminine. It had to be a lone mare. Titan turns back to Vegas as his lead mare leans on him, his heart swells with the contact and deflates a bit when it's gone. His attention was still elsewhere, but he did hear Vegas when she mentions moving the herd and bumps his shoulder to gain his attention. Titan nods and motions towards the direction the voice had been coming from, "I'll be right back, my love, I heard something that demands my attention."

With a loving bump, Titan turns and trots the other direction towards the place the voice had been. It only took him a few moments to find the source of the voice and whinny, it was a young lone mare out on her own. He pauses for a split second, not sure if this young mare had a stallion tailing her, but figures she doesn't and heads closer. The old stallion whinnies to Gazer as he approaches her, his neck arched elegantly to display his strength and muscles. He tosses his head after a moment and comes to a slow stop before the young mare, his deep blood-bay coat wasn't at its best due to it's winter shagginess, but it was still rather impressive. Titan nickers to Gazer as he stands a few feet from her, "Hello there, are you in need of a herd? If you are, I'd be happy to offer my own for you to join."

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{Blarg, no muse. She's following Vegas I guess}

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Aʳᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉˡ/Gᵘᵃʳᵈᶤᵃᶰ ⋮ 21 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ/Fᵒᵃˡˢ : 3/1 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Lea, Clear, Miss + Shatter

The old stallion sees Miss's hesitation and understands it as well, no mare wants their colt around an unknown stallion, especially one as large and powerful as himself. Archangel nickers to the mother as well as Shatter, trying to show that he really doesn't mean any harm to either of them. The old boy moves his leg when the mare finally allows her young colt to join him, making room for his small body. The colt's clacking teeth only amuses the old stallion, it has been a while since he has heard such a sound. He tucks the young foal against his warm furred side and pulls his legs up around him to make a little cocoon of warmth for the colt. His small shivering frame was tiny compared to his massive size, but it was clear in the way the old stud looks at the colt that he means no harm, he only wants to care for him and not kill him. Archangel looks over to Miss and gives a warm nicker, "He is safe with me, none will harm him while I still breathe."

Archangel looks over to the other two mares who have joined him, a warm smile on his lips as Lea says she will stay with him, "As you wish, we will move to a sheltered cove I know of once this little one is warmed up." He glances down at the young colt he was warming, but he doesn't miss the pain-filled look on Lea's face when she saw the colt next to him. Archangel chooses to stay silent on the matter until later when he can speak to her in private, her pain shouldn't be called out so publicly. He turns his attention to Clear as the young filly speaks as well, and nods his head as she mentions that everyone needs an Angel. When she speaks of another stallion he looks like, his ears perk up curiously as she says what the stallion's breed is, "I know of many Shire crosses, many of them are my own blood, but the only one closest to this area is my grandson Castiel."

Ｐａｎｉｃ ａｔ ｔｈｅ Ｄｉｓｃｏ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ/Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Nᶤᶜ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant {Garry's} ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Garry + Herd

The older filly pauses in her walking when she hears some voices off to the side, her curious nature getting the better of her. She stops and sees Pandemic along with a few of his bachelors rallying together for some reason, what kind of herd is this? Nic snorts a bit and starts to walk again, but was stopped again when Garry comes up to her, his body language tells her what he was thinking and happily obliges. Fade-Unfade. Once he was back at her side grooming her, Nic reaches over and grooms him back, but the moment doesn't last long as he was called away by the band stallion to help with something. The newly turned mare sighs a little as she watches Garry move off to help Pandemic with whatever it is they were going to do, she wanted a few minutes just to bond with her new stallion, but it seems she will have to wait. Nic shakes out her grey mane and heads over to the big herd she was now a part of, her ears back and head low to show that she wasn't in the mood for conversation. She simply goes to the edge of the herd and starts to graze.

Ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 10 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Viking ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant {Viking's} ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Amethyst then Viking

{WB for her, she's with the herd >.<}

Ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ Ｃｈａｏｓ
&
Ｃａｌｌ Ａｌｌ Ｅｖｉｌ
{Lᴇᴀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Cʰᵃᵒˢ & Dᵉᵐᵒᶰ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Devil/Hound ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Foal - Calling All Evil (Demon) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Demon + Herd

{Waiting on Hound's post}

Ｍｉｒｒｏｒ Ｉｍａｇｅ
{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Iᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant {Pandemic's} ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

{WB - She's in Pandemic's herd just grazing}

Ｌｏｓｔ Ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Lᵒˢᵗ ⋮ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Reaper + Lightning

{Might drop him, not sure what to do with him /:}

[Claw.]

{Lady could join Lost if you like?}

[azhefa.]

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{{Sure c:

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