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Comanche| Stallion, 5yrs| Mated To Dell| Sire of 2 (Forte, Rosie)| M: The Herd, Sundae, Open
The stallion took another look at her pelt before looking back to her hues once more. He rose a brow as she spoke. He changed his demenor to a softer approach as he allowed his tight muscles to relax some, though he was still weary of her and the light scent of blood he could smell tangled into her sweet scent. He was quiet for some time, studying her. He had never seen such a beauty before.... he wondered why her pelt was so golden and spataclar.
Curisouly, he narrowed his hues "Who is chasing you?" he nickered deeply. "We have foals here.. I can't have you leading whoever is after you towrads my herd and my family" though he did feel bad for the mare as his hues softened to a more friendly glare. Edited at September 7, 2021 09:39 AM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Sundae | 4yrs | Mare | M: Comanche, Open Sundae found herself relaxing somewhat, inwardly pleased by the stallion's reaction. He shouldn't be an issue... but as he studied her she found herself wondering if he'd try to keep her here. That just wouldn't do. Not long term anyway. Stallions made everything so tediously inconvenient. It was a wonder she had ever gotten as far as she had. But here she was. And for now, she decided to keep on this stallion's good side. Hopefully she didn't get herself tangled up in the very same kind of mess she'd spent so long trying to run away from. "I understand," She made her words as delicate as possible, nearly choking on the sweet sappiness in her voice, "Like I said, I don't mean to cause you any trouble whatsoever... I had a couple stallions on my tail but I think they turned back." "I never was particuarly fond of the idea of being held captive by a stallion," She flahsed an obviously fake smile, making sure to get the point across that she wanted nothing to do with him. She began to wish that she was much dirtier than she already was. "You seem to have a pleasent herd..." She glanced over the slight hill that concealed most of the other horses, still unable to tell just how many stallions there were, "But I don't want to cause you any trouble." |
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Comanche| Stallion, 5yrs| Mated To Dell| Sire of 2 (Forte, Rosie)| M: The Herd, Sundae, Open
The stallion's audits softly flicked at her words, knowing there could be other stallions on the way gave him the advantage to tell Kai, the herd leader. For there was 3 other grown stallions in the rite herd, 4 including comanche himself. Though, if they was after this mare, they shouldn't cause any harm to his herd if they knew what was good for them. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder if she was running because she caused the trouble.... or if they was trying to force her to breed, or wanted her as a trophie.
He soon hummed before breaking out to a deep chuckle, a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I have no interest in keeping mares. Kai is the one that decides who is welcome into our herd or not. You have nothing to fear from me. I'm not into trophy hunting besides I have a mate" he softly teased. As his plumage swished sofly, as some of his forelock feel over his golden hues.
He followed her gaze to the herd then looked back at her "It's an alright herd.. we are always getting new members. When me and my mate returned a few weeks ago from being away for a year, it's nearly doubled in size... though.. it has it's drama" he rolled his hues some. "I guess you are free to be on your way" he snorted as he began to turn away Edited at September 7, 2021 10:28 AM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Sundae | 4yrs | Mare | M: Comanche, Open Sundae shifted slightly when he spoke, trying to read between the lines so as to get a better glimpse of his personality. She was surprised to hear that he had a mate - one mate. That was unusual for any stallion. Not that it made him any more likable. They were all usually too arrogant to be likable. But he wasn't lying... he did have one mare and he was either in love with her or in love with the foals. If he wasn't a threat, he could be a use. She wasn't in good enough condition to put up a fight again. She probobly wouldn't be in good enough condition for a while. Maybe this herd could be useful to her. Once she had enough strength she could move on, and if they were attacked in the meantime, she would be better protected. Or safer, at least. "Wait," She stopped the stallion midway through his turn, holding his eyes that were as vividly gold as her coat, "Would you be willing enough to let me stay for a day or two? I wouldn't be any trouble. And I don't think I'm being followed anymore... at least I would be surprised if I was. Would your lead stallion approve?" |
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Comanche| Stallion, 5yrs| Mated To Dell| Sire of 2 (Forte, Rosie)| M: The Herd, Sundae, Open
Comanche had paused in his tracks upon her plead. HIs large frame turned to look at her, holding her gaze once more. He softly soured his face as he rose a brow "Hmmm, and here you were trying to get away" as he turned his frame back to his herd, before eyeing her once more. He was still weary of her, but she was now asking for protection, maybe he read her tough act all wrong. "I don't much care for Kai's rules. He is more worried about stranger studs joining vs another mare that he could grow his herd with. I make up my own rules and lucky my mother keeps him at bay with her being one of his many of mates. Come on, you'll be safe with me. If Kai has a problem, I'll deal with him" the tone in his voice fell more with anger in a stern way. It was clear to know that he and lead stud has beef, but yet he remains.
"What's your name?" he asked as he didn't take his eyes off her as he waited for her to cross the river to follow him back to the herd. Edited at September 7, 2021 11:56 AM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Sundae | 4yrs | Mare | M: Comanche, Open She should have been more on her hooves. Keeping secrets would be an issue if she came across as uncertain. Clearly he was perceptive enough to catch onto that. And clearly he was going to play that classic, masculine role that the golden mare had once fallen so hard for. Never again. She brushed her tail against her sides, catching every once in a while on the burs that littered her hide. She took in his words with little interest, and instead amused herself with a more sadistic thought. She imagined the simpliest way in which she could take his life. He wouldn't be easy, but he could be taken down- if she decided it was worth the effort. All it would take was a bit of his trust, and those foals of his wouldn't have a father anymore. They'd be better off that way. "Trust me, I won't be worrying about my safety," She responded as he finished, smiling at the dangerous thoughts that clouded her head, "I just don't want to cause any trouble for you or the rest of your darling herd." "And my name... is Sundae... Dae," She responded tentatively, having not used her real name in a very long time. Of course, no one had asked for it in a very long time. She didn't care what this stallion's name was. In all honesty she didn't care about him at all. But she had to keep up with this innocent, sweet act. So with a politeness she rather wished she didn't have to make use of, she glanced at him, "And your name?" |
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Comanche: The stallion stood tall as he pinned his audits at her words, his hues narrowed as cold as ice. "Well. Goldie" he deeply teased with hints of spite. "I assure you that you will need to worry about your safety. You cause any type of trouble here or you try to hurt my family. Those other studs will not be the only thing you need to worry about!" his words seem to slap get frame like harsh venom. As the stallion was now more angry and began to question his welcoming of her. Without giving her the satififaction of another glance, he turned from her and began to pace away with a soured frame, not really caring if she tagged along or not, the choice of her action would be placed on her. |
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Sundae | 4yrs | Mare | M: Comanche, Open All at once the shift of his personality fell on Dae like a shadow. As soon as he called Goldie she found herself fighting with her ears. They were ready to pin themselves back. Her adreneline was beginning to pump through her bloodstream as though a dam had snapped. But she didn't move, she didn't give away anything in her expression, and she didn't speak. Doing anything at that moment would have been a mistake. But as soon as he turned, the struggle was over. She would have made him calico with blood, and part of her desperately wanted to. She hated him. Not for who he was, but because he was like every other fiendish stallion she'd ever crossed paths with. But her intellegence was still stronger than her emotion, and it managed to help her think clearly as soon as he and his captivating golden eyes had turned away. She followed after him only thanks to her better judgement. She could play a part. And she was determined to do it well. She needed this herd.. for now. She caught up to him at a brisk trot, pulling ahead of him just far enough to be able to flick her tail at his face, "I didn't mean to make you so defensive, hotshot." She pulled back a little now, lowering her head just enough for it to be a worthy apology, "I'm very defensive with stallions, I think you should know. I've had my fair share of awful experiences. And I expect that you're the same as the rest. I don't know what I said to concern you so much, but I apologize." The last word faltered a little, as though it were difficult for her to apologize to this stallion- to any stallion. But she did it nonetheless and continued with a glance in his direction, "I won't be any trouble. Cross my heart." |
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Comanche:
The studs audits flicked as he caught the mare passing his side at a graceful trot before he felt her silky pluamge coarse hia frame. He rolled his hues with a soft grunt as he kept his head a bit lower to relaxation as he rose a brow to the mare once more. Watching her dance like a beautiful pixie in the lush grasses before he shock off her glorious fixation. "I do not know your past and I can't read minds. I have met firey mares like you before, neitherless just like my mate. You seem to have the crazed fixations of causing drama and heartache" he softly muttered out as his hues torn from her to look at the grounds as he began to lead her to his favorite spot in the herd where he used to sleep at night when he was nothing more than a young bachelor stud without a mate. By some apple trees right by the river, it was close enough to intrract with the herd,but yet peaceful enough to let the mare settled in.
He pinned his audits for a moment, as in a way for trying to defind who he was "You barely know me, you'd be surprised I am not the same as those you may have had encounters with" as he turned to look at her once more. He wasnt sure what to think of her but she had a way with words. Golden hues softly trailed her coat seeing she was still covered in burs, he rose a brow "Need some help with those?" he sweetly asked, for soon she would learn what kind of stallion he is, for many have learned that he is definitely a treat. |
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Sundae | 4yrs | Mare | M: Comanche, Open Instead of making any kind of remark, Dae studied the stallion expressionlessly. Heartache. Mares cause heartache? He really was in love, or at least he thought he was. She didn't have any intention of settling herself on the ground, as though it would somehow be a sign of submission. There was no way he was going to get that. But he did get her attention, telling her that he was different. He was different. His mere build told her that. He was strong, undeniably, but there wasn't any showiness. He was more honest than most horses she'd ever met, and when he threatened it was with his words instead of the power that lingered behind his sturdy frame. But he was a stallion, and no words, no appearences, no kindess could change that. And they couldn't make her believe he was any different than the rest. When he offered to help she sighed, not wanting to have anything to do with him in general. Instead of answering his question, she thoughtfully held his gaze. It was as warm as the color of his eyes, eyes that probobly hid a lot more than he was showing. "So let me get this straight," She maintained her sugary personality, glancing from him to the world that surrounded them, "You only have one mate. She's alot like me. And I'm a detemrined, dramatic heartbreaker? That tells me that alot about your mate." She held his gaze as if in possession of a new secret, then shrugged her grin casually off, "But she's nothing like me, I promise. I don't like stallions. I've never liked one enough to experience heartbreak. And I like drama -and help from strangers- about as much as I like flies." |
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