Gaël | Stallion | Satellite | Mentions: Herd [ID]

Watching the earth slide by, Gaël would shuffle in his place. Why hadn't he gotten out of there yet? Caked with splashing mud the stallion would turn on his heels and bolt, jumping from rock to rock to try to get to flatter ground. It wasn't easy, though. The black stallion would trip and slip on places, grunting when he did so, before he finally found better footing ahead of the slide. The river of mud had gradually slowed down, but that didn't mean he was out. Watching out of his peripheral as a mud pool slid his way, Gaël cursed as he felt his hooves slip once more, "Ah sh--"

Trudging past the almost stopped mud, Gaël would grumble as his once clean pelt was now covered in mud from his slip. Tail whisking back and forth, the male horse would notice a group of equines ahead of him. Was it a herd? Tilting his head the black stallion was unsure of the bunch. He'd seemed to have gone parallel of them on the run from the slide, but hadn't noticed them until now. Looking ahead to follow their alert glances, the mustang raised a brow as the bunch moved upon a sort of fenced area. It was a type of area he had seen before, but didn't dare interact with. Snorting to himself the stallion would look down at his hooves, sighing at the mud stained from his chest to his feet. Surely there was another lone stallion to band with or a mare to take somewhere -- somewhere away from here? But where?

Gaël | Stallion | Satellite | Mentions: Sona [D]

Turning his head left, then right the stallion would let out a puff as he began to walk off. The flakes of mud would begin to slowly peel from his coat, but it wasn't much. Shaking his mane the horse would lumber towards the flat, less mud covered lands ahead. Lifting his head to the wind Gaël would flare his round nostrils subconsciously.


Another smell tainted the air. It wasn't of the herd or other tamed horses, it was that of a wild mare. Letting out a pleased nicker that his wish for a distraction came true, the stallion picked up his feet, moving in a more lively way towards the horse. It wasn't long before he made out their palomino pelt over the flat land. Pausing, Gaël thought about how he should approach the dame. Surely running right up and snaking her wouldn't do any good, he'd get a straight hoof to the face coming from this far away. Perhaps something calmer would do. Lips twitching the horse would raise a brow before he would begin to lumber towards the mare once more.

Tail swishing around his flank as he approached the other, Gaël would dramatically dip his head to the female who's eyes were trained on the grass below her. "Greetings, Lil' Lady," the stallion crooned as he gave her a small bow. "I sure hope you weren't caught in that there mudslide-" the brute said with a jerk of his head towards the way he had come- "like I did, as you can tell." Giving her a tilt of his head the stallion would give a small chuckle at the mention of the mud on his pelt, even though it hadn't seemed funny at all when he had gotten the stain.

Gaël | Stallion | Loner | Mentions: Sona [D]

(Switched his role to be a loner until he meets the Boss bachelor)

Gael knew that the mare was wary of him, eyeballing his form with her round eyes as she swallowed the grass. Though, whether she was nervous or not made no difference to the stallion. Raising a brow back at her the brute chuckled. "Woah now, no need to get heated," he purred as he rose back to his height. Ears swiveling to survey the noises around them, the mustang would huff.

"Hm, me? No. I don't want anything." The horse would add. At the mention of the herd, Gael let his ears fall for a moment. "Herd?" he questioned dumbly, turning his head towards the way he had come. Eyeballing the herd the stallion would shake his head. "I'm part of no herd, madam." The accented male would say as he turned away from the mare to have a better look at the group. Why would he want to be stuck in a sweaty cluster like that with so many horses? "Oh, I'm but a bachelor all on his lonesome... for now." Gael said with a dramatic sigh before giving a grin to himself.

Turning back towards the palomino mare, the black horse tilted his head once more. "Now I don't suppose you have a herd either? Or else you'd be with them, I'd think." Shifting his weight to walk around to the other side of the dame, Gael would perk his ears. "I'd be careful out here with a temper like your's-- or one that I can only begin to guess about." The stallion chuckled softly as he stuck out his head a bit towards the female, await her responses as he rested a hind leg.

Valeda
Valeda | Medicine Mare | Mentions: Herd, Sona, Gael

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Valeda had yet to properly contribute to the conversations of today. Instead the leather-tinged babe sought to fade into the herd's many numbers, refusing to draw attention to herself as she dabbled in some untried experimentations. 'Pon early morning she had strayed from the familiar rankings, drifting deep into the thickening edge of the surrounding forests. This fact made clear the reason for the mare's present disposition.

Val's glorious mane no longer laid fancy-free aloft her prosperous shoulders. It sat raveled and tangled in many'a thick briars and stubborn weeds. She looked like a beast not belonging to some cherished herd life, where some many grooming sessions were often provided. No, Val was an absolute eye sore as she stood in the mist of her treasured companions!! On the occasion, adding to her strangeness, the beige-colored babe would untwist a bundle of Sagebush from her own embodiment. Said plant would undergo a drastic transformation between the mare's blunt molars before she proceeded to spread the new mixture all down her forelegs with an experienced tongue.

What. A. Wacko!!
Surely Val's peculiar technique held some reason..

Anyways, to preserve the newly applied liquids, Val refrained from joining her other comrades finding delight in the nearby water source. She instead observed with her veteran gaze. The mare's attention became skillfully divided between them and those that remained ashore too, her arrow-shaped ears executing a practiced survey of all the land surrounding them. T'was when the landslide began that Val finally got moving again though, funneling in behind the rest of her herd as they galloped away to safety. Val remained at the rear when Corro took front, instinctively claiming the role of collecting stragglers. Thankfully there were none.

Upon their stop, Val too took notice of the Equine penitentiary. The smell that lingered threatened possible danger, which quickly became her reasoning for remaining distant. After all, the mare's cloud-colored stallion was already enough of social butterfly without her assistance! Instead, Val took to observing once more.

With senses on high alert, this led the buckskin babe to discovering the existence of some new faces nearby. A Palomino mare, whom had seemed to be following for quite some time now, and a 'blacker than coal' stallion. From this distance Valeda could not determine the nature of their conversation; but nevertheless, she would offer herself a distraction for the Palomino mare should the stranger need reason to escape the bachelor's advances.

"Salutations!" she'd call out with a feminine squeal.
Regardless if Val's actions garnered a response or not, the entire herd would at least be made aware of their guests' presence.





(My posts wont always be this long, Sorry! Wanted to catch up on the events!)

Gaël | Stallion | Loner | Mentions: Sona [D], Valeda [D]

Gael would only smirk in amusement at her responses to his words. Keeping his ears towards her the stallion couldn't help a snort passing out of his wide nostrils as she tossed her head, pointing out his brief dumbness to something he only passed by a few minutes ago. Feeling the nip on his hide the brute would raise his head, surprised by the sharp touch. Slapping the end of his bristled, and possibly matted tail at her muzzle in a subtle retaliation the onyx horse would step aside, allowing the shorter mare to have a view of the herd before he'd move on from the scene. "Bossy, aren't we?" He'd comment nonchalantly as he moved.

"Yes indeed," he hummed in response to her questions, "No harem, no foals. At least for now. Though it does seem funny to bother that herd about being near them." Gael would go on, knowing that it might make the other uncomfortable. "But a bachelor group.. maybe. Who knows?"

Now finding himself on the other side of her, the lone horse would take not of the stamping of the mare's hooves. Perhaps he was too much? Nah. Besides, even if he was he could always find a way to coax the mare out of being mad at him, surely. "No temper, hm?" Gael would purr. Raising his head away from her's at the glare the male made sure his mug was out of nipping range while a smirk plastered his lips, "I'd say that's debatable."

Looking down at the palomino the black stallion would blink at her, finally taking in her whole appearance for a moment. "Well, 'feisty,' what's--" Gael would start to ask for the mare's name but was cut off by a loud greeting. Looking over the female Gael would furrow his brows as a horse called out to them. Who was this? Not a herd horse.. he hoped in his mind. If one herd horse went tried to talk, surely they all would. Letting out a disappointed huff as the buckskin stranger took the attention off of him, Gael would lean on one hind, letting the other rest comfortably. This would be a long one. "Friend of mine? I wouldn't reckon."

(oops sorry then, thought she did)

Valeda
Valeda | Medicine Mare | Mentions: Herd, Sona, Gael

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Whilst awaiting a response from the afar Palomino mare, the two strangers seemed to captivate Val's attention. Her wise gaze studied them carefully, with ears perked and nostrils continually quivering. Should the charcoal bachelor give any hint of ill intention, towards said Palomino or even Val's herd, .. the buckskin lady would be the first to know. She remained ever vigilant.

Finally, the Palomino's attention had been garnered. With such an uncaring greeting returned though.. t'was unknown whereas Sona was now talking to Val, or still the bachelor. Rude. A simple hello would have been more fitting! Val failed to be offered a greeting from the bachelor as well.

"Nay," she'd finally answer the Palomino, chancing the fact that the prior question had -indeed- been directed towards herself. From this point Valeda would all but abandoned her attempts to offer a save to the distant bachelorette, determining such was no longer required. If called, however, Val would not fail to respond once more.

Focus was then brought back onto the members of her beloved herd, the mare's ears sliding into a more weighted prick as she -again- accessed the ongoing situation. The nearby penitentiary gave Val some awfully uneasy vibes. So much so, that her bubbling emotion summoned a concerned sound across her lips. "We shouldn't stay," she'd nicker quietly, hoping to gain an audience.

Gaël | Stallion | Loner | Mentions: Sona, Valeda


Raising a brow at the dame's shrinking stance, Gael would start to question her pose before the mare would bring herself back again. Dropping his brow at her words the stallion would shrug his large shoulders. "Me? Bored?" he huffed, "Never." Taking a step because despite the fact that he had already pulled his head back out of range the mustang would tap one of his own dark hooves on the ground, mimicking her irritated stamp. Tail swishing the horse would sidestep as the nameless mare turned her attention back to the distanced stranger.

Watching the palomino pace forward, Gael would stay where he was, not interested in moving just yet. He was tempted to retaliate, still feeling the dull nip on his hide, but decided against it. A kick to the chest was not what he needed. Lips pulling up in boredom as drew in the scents the stallion would look past the stranger towards the fenced area. His head tilted as he heard the word 'fences.' Is that what they were called? Ears pushing forward the lazily posed male would raise a brow questioningly, wanting to know the herd horse's response.