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Mouse/Male/single/Lilac,Chance "are you two in a band?" He was worried when they did not say anything. "I just lost my family, and my mother and siblings. If you are in a band, may I join it? I have been looking for days to find them. And then i stumbled upon you." Mouse was not blowing anymore, but the sweat stickef to him. After running all this way he was so relieved to find another horse.
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She [Stella] had been walking for hours. The warm sun had turned hot, and her muscles begged her to lay down and rest. I cannot rest now, she thought. I must continue onward, to find my herd. It is dangerous for a horse to be wandering around alone, especially a mare. As she continued, she stumbled upon anther field. This onw was beautiful and hd flowers growing all over it. Stella also noticed a stream trickling nearby. She sighed thankfully as she lowered herself into the stream, and started to roll around in the shallows. When she finally got out, the soft grass tickled her feathers. She lied down in the cool shade, and lazily munched on the grass growing near her head. Her tense muscles seemed to be relaxing, and she started drifting into a peaceful slumber. Then, she herd a nicker come from somewhere nearby. She quickly perked her audits, quietly listening. She listened to the hushed tones, they sounded like a stallion (Chance) and a mare (Lilac) talking to eachother. Then, she heard a third horse approach them (Mouse). "Are you two in a band?" she heard him ask. She was wondering the same thing. The mare and stallion seemed to go silent at the newcomer's question. Stella pressed herself to the ground, hoping none of them would see her. two stallions and one mare, I can tell this might break into a fight. thinking this to herself, she made sure to keep quiet and continued listening.
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Mouse| Stallion| Single| M: Stella| Before the mare(Lilac) and the stallion(Chance) could answer his question. He heard and smelled a new horse. He winnied out. No answer. He started walking towards where the smell was coming from. And behold. A beautiful blue roan mare. His eyes lit up with wonder. He had never seen such a wonderous mare before. He didn't want to startle her or worse, scare her. He winnied, "Hi. I don't want to alarm you. But you seem tired. Are you looking for someone? I just got here too. I don't know anybody either."
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Stella/ Mare/Single/ M: Mouse/ Stella tenses as the strange spotted stallion seemed to smell her. No, this is not good at all, she thought, ready to run at the first sign of danger. As he approaches the spot where she lie, he seems to be keeping his body language non-threatening. He seemed to only be curious. As he asked his question, Stella scurries to stand up, her sore legs throbbing in protest. She looks him over with her soft, dark orbs. He doesn't seem to be too large of a stallion, but he definitely isn't small eigher. His coat had a suttle shine to it. She suddenly remembers that he asked her a question, but she can't seem to remember what it was. Her throat closes up, her audits pin back and her orbs look around terrified. She takes a deep breath, and says, her voice coming out a shaky whisper, "My name is Stella. I was looking for my herd, but I think I've lost them for good. My muscles are exhausted, I watched my colt get killed by a cougar, and I'm ready to just give up." She is shocked at this confession, she must really need someone to talk to after so long on her own. Tears start flowing from her eyes, she ducks her head and slowly starts backing away, swishing her plumage embarassedly. Edited at April 29, 2020 02:09 PM by Woodland Dream
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Mouse| Single| Stallion| M:Stella| "I am so sorry. Please don't leave. I lost my family too. But my family was taken by a stronger stallion. I just stopped running a few hours ago. I have never had foals of my own, but I want some one day. I am just searching for the right mare. But we are not talking about that." He started to sweat with anxiousness. He doesn't know what to say. Hus throat feels like cement slowly drying. He finally has power to speak. "Would you like to come with me to a safe spot where we can both sleep and rest our sore bodies?" He caught himself looking over her.
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(oops I forgot to tell her his name:)
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 Areus | Stallion | Single | Mentions: Taleia, Open It took a moment for Areus to process what Taleia had spat out at him, and when it did, it broke his heart. He loved this little mare and she was taken...had a colt even. They could never be together the way he wanted them to, and for that, it tore him apart. His ears pinned flat against his head and he closed his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath that shook his entire body. "Tal...that's great. I'm really happy for you, okay? And a colt? That's amazing..." The stallion opened his eyes again, and despite the sadness that flickered behind his pupils, his expression was kind, caring, showing Taleia that it wouldn't change his mind. His feelings would change over time, and he still cared for the sweet little mare that lay beside him. She was his friend, after all, and what would he do by simply letting her walk out of his life. She had shown him what it was like to be cared for and loved and he wasn't about to let that go. "What does your little colt look like? I bet he's adorable...I've always wanted one of my own. A foal, I mean." Areus chuckled and rested his head against Taleia's shoulders, though his body moved away slightly, not wanting to seem like he was pushing his love onto her. He would stay, and he would love her as a friend.
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Taleia l Mare l Single l Mentions: Areus
Taleia picked up her short sided head, pushing it deep into the stallions side. Knowing she had broken him much, and she didn't want him to feel like that at all. Now she knew she shouldn't have told him a damn thing. Taleia should of kept her mouth shut. All rushing around her soft framed mind as she gazed up to him with worry blurring into her deep hues. Taleia had grown to this paint, to the point she was willing to risk everything she owned for him, and only him. Areus was something the small mare could never live up to and that what she needed into her life. Laying in the grasp of the paint soothed herself. ' ' ' Areus.. ' ' ' She growled as the thick black plumage that she owned over his lightly colored back. Showing him it was really not okay, and Taleia didn't want himself to treat her no different nor look at her like she was already taken away from him. And defiantly not a friend.
' ' ' Areus you are not my friend! ' ' ' The brindle female growled as she found herself gaze to gaze with the paint. ' ' ' I don't care about them, I will leave them... for you ' ' ' She said tears forming deadly floods into her hues. As her legs ached in soreness. feeling his body drift away from her small frame, totally ignoring what he had asked about her small colt that had been born mouths ago
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(@Emerson haha, it's fine :P ) Stella/ Mare/ Single/ M: Mouse/ Upon seeing his [Mouse] nervousness, Stella relaxed slightly. If he's nervous around me, he must not be very aggressive, she told herself. Even with this evaluation, she remained tense, still ready to spring. His story is so sad... Stella thought. The fact that both she and this stallion had been through the same kinds of horrible events recently somehow made her feel closer to him. Perhaps I've finally found a friend, she thought. When she heard his offer, it sounded very tempting. She wanted to get ot know this stallion better, she wanted to rest, and, more than almost anything else, she just wanted to be safe. "I would like to," she started to say, "but I just met you, I how do I know you aren't just trying to start a new herd?" she looked into his gentle orbs, she didn't believe he meant anything bad, but she had to remain cautious. "What is your name, anyway?" she asked, looking at him with her head slightly tilted.
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Mouse| Stallion| Single| M: Stella "Oh I am so sorry, I am Mouse. I know you just met me and i am mot trying to start a new herd. I just don't know anyone here, and you seem just like me. I just want you to know I am not a threat. I just want you to rest because the second my eyes saw you, I thought that you looked sore and tired." Mouse's orbs looked her up and down in sorrow. "what if she says no?" he thought to himself. He was tensed for her answer. As he thought about it he was also very sore and all of his sorrow and sadness just hit him all at once. His orbs filled with water and his muscles were about to give out. He lost everything and everyone he knew and loved. They are gone probably forever. " i wouldn' be surprised if she leaves me too" He is trying so hard to act manly in front of her but it is showing. He is weak and lonely.
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