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[ A T E L L A ] Feral Herd |-| Deputy |-| 10 Years Mentions - The Herd, Aine [Indirectly] - Dorin [Directly] Atella huffed, lifting her head from the damp grass below her as she pawed the earth warily, eyes scanning through the terrain before her. She had never favored weather like this. It was just something about it that felt… wrong to her throughout all of her years even when sticking close to her mother when she had been just a filly. The weather was a bad omen. It had always screamed misfortune her way, and as pitiful as it may sound to some she had never grown out of it, the bad feeling that always crept up her spine. It was damp and cool recently, tiny beads of dew decorating blades of emerald beneath their hooves as they tried soaking up as much heat as they could, the winter having been harsh and finally, signs of warmth appearing just barely over the horizon. The thought made her glad, glad that her child wouldn't have to spend much longer enduring such hardship and that they'd be allowed some fun once again that didn't involve possible frostbite, and yet was dreading the warmth all the same. Multiple things could possibly happen, drought, rise of predators, challenging herds perhaps but then again, two of those things were very unlikely and the third a normal at this point. They were strong. They would pull through. Atella shook her head, mane swinging slightly with the movement before she turned around to face where the majority of the herd were, scanning to identify those in close proximity. Noche, Dorin, Aine, a few of the others The chocolate mare was well aware that Dorin had patrolled several times over earlier, and yet the mood still felt just… off somehow. No matter. Drawing herself up, Atella strode closer to the herd, walking through to make sure everyone looked content and giving a short nod to those she passed by. She planned on talking to one of the leads to address the mood. It seemed bleary, not only because of the weather, but as if everyone was on edge. Suddenly, Atella paused, freezing. The scent was something that had been ringing some alarms to her before, however she had brushed it off but now it seemed as if her mind truly clicked with the information. Another herd perhaps? If they were close enough to be able to smell them, heavens knows how close they were. Ears pinning back against her skull swiftly Atella strode quickly towards the lead knickering to announce her arrival and pawing the ground below her. "Morning to you, Dorin. As much as I would like to use pleasantries, has it not seemed as if the mood is off to you?" Atella started, trying to get to the point quickly, but tone staying respectful to him. Would the herd mean bad news? Perhaps passing through, but even then it was her job to be on guard. No, something like this needed to be regarded, the mare decided, turning her full attention to the lead stallion and hopefully later, Aine. |
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Freedom||Stallion||4||lone||m:Dorin Freedom trotted toward the feral herd, this was his chance to let the lead stallion know that he has a real worthy enemy. He was seeking out cyril the mare he had his eyes on the most, soon as he knew Dorin spotted him he reared onto his hind legs head high tail high as he tried to get the mares attention. Trotting around in a sure pace (as a dressage horse would) he made sure he looked bigger then 17 hands, his muscles flexing with every movement. |
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Edited at October 14, 2021 07:25 PM by ~TheUltimapack~
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Gale 3 Lone Mare In the distance she heard a possiable challenge."Must mean theres a herd near by." She said to herself. She was interested in seeing what was happening so she headed towards the sound. She galloped over to the sound to find a stalline rearing trying to get the herd's mares to pay attention to them. She stayed put to see how the herd leaders would respond to this stalline. As she was waiting she munched on some grass nearby and decided to eat and rest until something importent happened. She laid down and munched on the grass around her, giving her leg a chance to rest so she wouldnt hurt herself more then she was already |
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|| Cyril || Wild Herd || Herd Mare || 3.5 || Mentions: Freedom, Phantom, Misty ` The cool air was a refreshment in a day that promised to warm quickly. The clouds covering the heated rays of the late morning sun, a small blessing. Cyril lifted her head from the dew-covered grass she had spent a fair amount of the morning grazing on. Ears and body posture in a resting stance the mare let her gaze wander over the herd around her. Many of the other horses in the herd seemed to feel the same form of tension that she felt. The night prior had been a fitful one resulting in very little sleep on Cyril's part. It was unlikely that the darkness of the night or the coolness in the air were behind the restless feeling she had. Yet, what else could it possibly be? Dorin had already patrolled the terrain surrounding them many times over, of that the mare was certain. So, the likely hood of any real dangers being about didn't seem to be a contributing figure to the feeling. With a soft snort, Cyril looked then to her two foals, Phantom and Misty. Neither had gotten into any rambunctious mischief and for that she was grateful. For the time being, it meant one less thing she had to worry about. Another flick of her tail and Cyril lowered her head and began to nibble at the grass surrounding her once more. The coolness of the blades she pulled from their place felt nice on her tongue as she ate. She would have continued her feasting had she not heard the approach of another horse, albeit some ways off, or caught his scent on the air. Knowing instantly it wasn't one of the stallions from her own herd she lifted her head once again. With ears erect and posture quickly becoming stiff she looked in the direction the stranger was. Caution overrode any curiosity that she might have had for the stranger. Her two foals becoming the mare's primary concern. Taking a short step forward, and not breaking her gaze away from the stallion, she let out the softest of a whinney to Phantom and Misty requesting they remained close as she waited to see what actions Dorin would take. |
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Phantom||4 weeks||colt||feral herd||m:Cyril,Freedom,misty Phantom reared back at the black stallion blocking his sister from its sight,but still doing as his mom said so. Excitement filled the young colt if there was a fight this would be the first stallion versus stallion battle Phantom has seen. Misty||4 weeks||filly|feral herd||m:same has phantom Misty gladly stayed by her brothers side this stallion was even more scary then Dorin, which was saying alot she watched closely waiting for her moms orders |
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Edited at October 14, 2021 08:45 PM by ~TheUltimapack~
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|| Edme || Foal || Wild herd || Mentions: Phantom and Dorin (ind), Atella While her mother had already stirred, the young bay filly had been resting in a thick patch off grass watching the herd and observing silently. An unfamiliar scent and noise stirred the filly, sending her sprinting from the overgrowth to her mother side. Nervously cantering around her mother and tossing her head, the filly tried to see what was happening. A large stallion seemed was rearing at the edge of the herd. A stallion she didn’t recognise. The filly shivered with fear. “What’s happening?” she asked softly nuzzling her mother’s side to reassure herself. (sorry it's a little short) |
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Dorin
Stallion | 11 | Lead | Feral Herd | Mentions: Atella, Freedom (direct), Aine (indirect)
Dorin felt his world sway as a stray stallion made himself known. He snorted, looking towards Atella after she inquired him. "It is," he replied, looking off in the distance towards the lone stallion. He sat there, threatening, taunting his herd. Dorin had already made his dominance known - he literally led an entire herd. He pinned his ears as well before turning to Atella once more. "You tell Aine about this as quickly as possible. Tell her that there's something - someone - lurking around who shouldn't be here."
With that, Dorin passed his other herd mates before watched the lone stallion rear. Dorin kept his ears pinned, his dark eyes showing nothing but of a threatening, dominant, and harsh nature. Dorin would not let this stallion's intentions kill him, considering that's what he was probably trying to do. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, either. This was his job, and this is what he lived for.
His herd. His family. His friends.
Talking would perhaps be easy, but seeing this stallion made Dorin believe that there were already other dangers coming to harm the herd. That was something that Dorin was not about to endure. considering his job as Lead Stallion. Protect. Kill if needed. Dorin hummed to himself to focus on the stallion, in which he now did.
"Don't sit there and just taunt, you asshole," Dorin huffed to himself before making the first approach. He stood with his herd to his back and the stallion in front of him. Dorin looked at him up and down with a harsh and cold glare. He wasn't always one to fight, but if this stallion continued to show signs of aggression or anything trying to harm his herd, Dorin would in fact lose his mind and go after him. The least he would do would run him out of the territory. The worst...
That was bad, and Dorin could go both roads.
He took a few steps back first, closing himself to the herd. "What do you want?" He asked, narrowing his gaze on the stallion.
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Freedom||4||stallion||lone||m:Dorin(direct) Amusement danced in the stallions brown eyes "why, ive come to make my presence known! You see ive had my eyes on this herd for...a month know and you havent had a clue. In my opinion your eaither to weak or dumb to protect this herd. So im making a planned duel for the herd, two nights from this day at this same spot who ever backs down loses." Without waiting for a answer Freedom reared once more before galloping across the hill never to be spottdd again. |
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