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Post by minerva on Mar 5, 2013 3:22:32 GMT -5
Savolaks stood alone like always, being the silent protecter. Savolaks had never really learned the skills to mingle with other horses. Therefore making nearly impossible for him to get close to anyone, he barely knew the mares in his herd and he kept his distant from his children.
The large black stallion let a frustrated snort and pawed at the ground, he wished he knew how to be more of a 'family man.' he knew his son and daughter would be ready to take off anytime and anyways he would run his son out sooner and later and his daughter would only cause lusty stallions to come around since he could not breed with her when she was in heat or claim her as his, he hoped for her to leave.
His head then turned towards his newest mare...someone else's foal would just not do in his herd... She better give him a good reason why he should not kill it.
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Post by Snappin' Turtle on Mar 16, 2013 15:24:18 GMT -5
The norwegian fjord mare stood apart from the main body of the herd, though she always amde sure not to stray too far away- she had a young colt to look after and protect. Though, to admit, Russia was growing quickly, though it was obvious he would never be extremely tall. Linden's tail flicked against her tan sides and she raised her head, black eyes roving around for her son. He was growing to be quite a handful, curious and always eager to fight with some imaginary foe. "Russia!" the pony mare called, snorting slightly as her dun son ambled back from where he had been terrorizing the falling leaves. He pulled at her bicolored tail, darting away before she could land an annoyed nip on him.
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Post by Swede on Aug 13, 2013 5:55:20 GMT -5
Ember grazed quietly in the serene light of the morning, basking in that frozen warmth which graces the last few days of winter before spring pushes its predecessor aside. She hadn't seen Uintah for several days, and Henna appeared to be distinctly absent as well; neither of the young ones were particularly attached to the herd they had grown up in, and both had been straying further and further as time passed. Perhaps this excursion was of a more permanent nature; no doubt the warming temperatures set fire to their instinctive urge to move onwards, and find their own place in the world.
Rosanna stood quietly off to the side, resting her hind hoof against the ground in a relaxed state of being. The territory seemed to be fairly quiet, at least this time of year; Linden's son was the main cause of activity in his endless foalish antics. Sometimes she wondered if the entire world would grind to a halt without any foals to sprint across the earth and keep it turning... she had to admit that as she had grown older, mindless flurrying about just seemed like a waste of energy. Sure, it was fun to stretch out her legs and gallop and buck a bit, especially when spring really kicked into gear and she wanted to shake the winter cobwebs out of her system, but it had been a much more effortless experience when she herself had been a foal.
Yawning, the roan mare laid down on the slushy ground, rolling vigorously for a minute to try and soothe the itch of her slowly shedding coat. She stood and shook the wet chunks of half-melted snow from her coat, glad that these days the sun was just warm enough to have some sort of effect. Oh yes, she was certain of it... the worst of winter was behind them.
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