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Tall, strong and hansome. He produced fine young fillies and cruel warrior colts. With a superior purebred blue blooded breeding and pedigree this stallion was quiet the stud. Holding a perfect confermation with a chocolate mane, tail and forelock with a golden based coat as tradtion with his Dun coat he had his mane and tail joined by the chocolate stripe running along his back. His big blueberry blue eyes are soft and gentle just a majority of what he was but his teeth were sharpe and hooves like daggers matching wide build and 17 hands height he was a stallion you knew not to try and be over authoritive with. This stallion was none other than racehorse legend Rosemont.

"My herd mares please come to the Breeding Canyon if you wish to bare a foal !" he called out in his deep half English half American toned voice with some authority. If Star steps down from lead mare position and Diamond returns then I hope Star will stay ... and if Diamond wishes to stay then she has to have learned her lesson !! his thoughts turned to as Star wanted to have been bred to him a while back while he had other matters to tend to as the birth of his daughter Sundawn and not forgetting recruiting Irish the beautifully coated brindle mare. I hope Irish comes too he paused for a moment.

I've never discussed having foals with her but she did make it obvious she was in heat and anxious to breed ... so why shouldnt she ?! he thought to himself after a little graze along the canyon. Rosemont always thought it best to eat before covering so that you had energy to do so. He heard of one stallion that didn't and fainted !! but he didn't know whether that was true or not and he chuckled to himself silently. He was experianced at coverings, he had done it on and off since he was young so he knew that mares hated to be in sight when covered which was why he was in the canyon now ... nobody was here ! Though he figured that soon it would dawn on stallions to breed for next season if they haven't done so already.

[Dusty's Girl]

She entered the canyon, some place that she had never entered before. Upon hearing his voice, she had left the tense situation of the mares to come here for a brief time before quickly returning to her position in the herd. Her grey brindle coat gleamed in the light, her body moved with graceful ease over the terrain as she trotted into the canyon.

She let a neigh flow from her muzzle as she tossed her wild head. She was here, to come together with her new stallion. Her hooves danced with delight as she pranced closer, her tail letting fly her scent. Her muscles trembled as she let herself stop and rear, prancing on two legs for a moment. Yes, a mare was showing off. Upon gracing the ground once more, she let her hooves fly to her stallion.

Pausing just before him, she bowed her nose and arched her neck, " I have heeded your call and I am here, Rosemont. I wish to bear you a foal and be one in your herd." Her voice was thick with sultry intentions as she let her hooves lift slightly in turn, a tiny curvette.

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As soon as trotting steps ran throughout the canyon he knew it was one of his mares though he was not sure which one! When Irish came into sight he was extatic, she wanted to breed. As she reared he watched with a smile, she WAS showing off! When she flew gracefully toward him he did not move nor flinch, however he did shake his mane and sway his tail from side to side. "Then let it be so, Irish." he kissed her gently and circled her body. On deciding how he was to spread is weight so that he did not harm the brindle irish mare. When he found a way whitch merely took him five minutes he reared onto his hind legs and moved toward the rear of Irish Remedy. "Ready?..." he asked before he was to gently curess her back.

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[Dusty's Girl]

She nodded her head, and stood rock steady, indicating she was ready to breed. An excited nicker raced through her nostrils as she tossed her mane, her back braced and her body ready for him. She was new to this herd, but she was ready to give Rosemont a strong foal, a foal that he would be proud of and that she would raise to be strong and gallant in this herd.

Her thoughts raced as to what it would be, filly or colt. Her body shuddered in anticipation of her stallion. Her hooves braced against the ground as her tail raised slightly, her ears flicked back and forth as she awaited Rosemont's approach.

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Rosemont slowly came down from his rear onto Irish's back gently and kissed her back as he moved up her spine then anchoring himself firmly. Kissing her neck he tried to make the breeding go as fast and comfortable as possible for her. That was were experiance came in hand.

15 mins or so later
as he dismounted Irish she was no longer in heat, for the smell had disappeared. Rosemont nickered to Irish softly, "next season ... either colt or filly shall be born ... perhaps even more than one..." he smiled at her as he moved his way to face her head on.

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[Dusty's Girl]

Her ears flicked back and forth slightly, in all of her experience as a maiden mare, she had thought that stallions were rough and unforgiving. But this stallion was sweet and gentle. That was strange, she thought.

"Yes, a foal will be born and you will see that it will be strong and healthy. A truly remarkable foal for you." She lowered her head ever so slightly, still retaining her regal air. Her tail swung haughtily behind her as she snorted softly and nipped at him playfully.

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Rosemont watched as Irish's regalness turned into playfullness and he giggled slightly. She always seemed to make him laugh even when she did not mean too, when she was serious it would often or not make him laugh and when she was her playfull Remedy she would say things that would often or not make him rather hyper! It was an odd feeling but a sweet emotion none the less. "I hope so too. With each passing foal they seem to be turning into the little characters themselves, Light a rather bossy sarcastic character although I've no clue where she gets the bossy side of her ?!" he chuckled as he began to remember her mother ... and as he thought about it neither Dam nor Sire were bossy back when she was a foal, Light was one to grasp any given role however.
As Irish nipped at him playfully he jerked up his head and started to leap his way around Irish almost in a rythmetic dance that was energetic and boastful.

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[Dusty's Girl]

She danced and cavorted playfully for a time with Rosemont before she paused, snorting loudly. Something else was holding her attention. But it was nothing that could be seen, maybe something that she was thinking about. She reared up and let out a neigh, powerful and wild. Upon landing, she was back to her playful self for some time. Normally a regal and proud horse, she let herself be playful around this stallion, since no others were present of course.

Her mind wandered for some time, she knew that she should not let it, but then again when did one ever listen to their mind? She snorted and nipped at Rosemont, "Well, I am sure that this foal will be full of royal blood and will be something to behold, I almost can assure you that."

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Rosemont enjoyed the time he spent alone with each mare, it was enjoyable due to having no interuptions or foals learking around every corner! As Irish neighed it awoke him from his hypnotic dance and started to nipp playfully at Irish. Seemingly Irish was a very proud and regal mare but when she was alone with himself she would turn into a love struck playful pup, not that he was complaining of course. At her statement he smiled and turned to her happily all the while thinking, now if I got a colt from you dear Irish not only would I be worried, I would be a bumbling reck !! and slightly scared at how right you was ... actually all those feelings would only make me more proud and happy of yet another successful foal ! he thought contently. He needed not tell Irish what he thought he figured that she would most likly be thinking along the same lines.

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Waterfall had known Rosemont for a long time, she was in a herd that he rescued from cougars when the lead stallion died and so too her mother and some other mares. She owed her life to him, he held her heart and gave her a beautiful little girl to be proud of ... Sundawn. She now knew that she wanted yet another foal with him and a sibling for her daughter. "Rosemont, need I remind you there are other mares that want you to cover them!" she smiled as she trotted into the breeding canyon towards Rosemont. Simplly she lifted her tail infront of him and bounded to a secret cove she had discovered on her journey back and stood as still as tree bark and waited to be covered knowing that she would be as comfortable as ever with Rosemont.

Rosemont smiled at Waterfall's boldness, it was rare to see but it happened around him. She had produced a fine beautiful palomino piebald filly named Sundawn that he just enjoyed to look at and watch grow. So when she lifted her tail and sent her heat scent flying in the air towards him, he was entranced. "Well then. Lets not keep them all waiting much longer!" he said as he followed her. Brushing his sides against her own he mounted her with ease and nipped at her lightly throughout the covering.
15 minutes later
As he dismounted he reared up high and let it be known that no longer could Waterfall be covered nor any of his mares if he had something to do with it! "Are the fillies safe ?? And what of the others ?" he asked her seeing as she was so close to the herd and seemed to enjoy the foals company. He needed to ask for he would return once he had gained two mares that he had his sights set on.

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