It's a War [Breeding/Open]

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] This is an open thread for breeding with Warlord! Anyone can join to get their free Warlord foal! He now has a black moon on his shoulder that passes onto his offspring, so free black moons on your foal's shoulder! His gaze was fixated on the horizon, the fog held low and heavy on the path before him. At each lumbering step the fog swirled and rushed silently to flee from his hard wet hooves. The stag's withers and rump bobbed in a dis-connected pattern. His hide was hot from the humid air, mentally he wished the fine ghostly mist furling about him would be as chilly as it looked. The dark knight stopped in his tracks, snorting and pawing. For what exactly? This was the spot, this was the spot he was going to lure the mare to. He could seduce, but if need be he was more than prepared to pounce. It wasn't the first time this Spring he had bred a mare forcefully. Of course, that was his secret. It wasn't that the forcing mares was below him, it was that the particular mare he bred was going to be a slave of the Saint's King, Looking Glass. Better not spread that word, for this stud had evil intentions on his unborn foal. Intentions he would rather avoid the mention to, you know, mums the word... On steroids. Enough is enough, I've said too much. Moisture clung to him, it wasn't the heat that agitated the stag, it was the lack of. Therefore, in this circumstance he welcomed what others may have thought to be clammy and hot. The sun was beginning to rise and burn the ghosts of steam away. Their silent screech filled his mind as he stood there, a shapely silhouette, through the steamy morning light. Sunbeams hit the fog sending eerie beautiful shadows and highlights over the grass. As if in cue, the handsome stout dapple spoke for the first time that day. "I know your there." He said this rather halfheartedly. Almost a gentle grumble, swallowed by the deep baritone of his voice. His mane and tail rested lightly on his skin gently being tossed by the early morning breeze. It couldn't possibly be much longer, or he would have to start searching somewhere else. "Speech" Tags;; Everyone! Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[bg=000000] Norml followed him by scent. She was always stalking warlord trying to find out his plans. Sometimes she liked to throw a wrench in them. Especially when it came to other mares with her man. It was spring so she wouldn't be capable of keeping her eyes off of him for one second. She had plotted behind him quietly at a slow trot. Her mismatched eyed never lost sight of his large dapple rump and his almost awkward gate. The fog around them was thick which help to keep her disguised. Not good enough apparently because she heard his voice reach her auds calling her out. She snorted roughly and showed herself. She was having his foal this year. So it was time. She had left her pet behind hiding in the caves at home. He was surely harassing some poor equine by now. She smiled at the thought and approached her man joyfully. She was eager to get on with the show. She pranced about with her tail just slightly up so i flowed out behind her as she trotted circles around him showing off her excellent figure. Surely their little demon would ruin it but it would be worth it.”I hope your not out here looking for other ladies to throw your bone too when I'm right here willing to take it.” Her voice was sensual and heavy with flirtation. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;Warlord Muse;;meh Notes;; figured some drama would be a good way to get them reacquainted lol Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] The sounds of hoof falls were not far behind, as he suspected. Norml, the mare pranced to him, joyful in her movements. Obviously, they were going to have a foal this year. Though he would never tell her, the first thing that came to mind as she appeared was the fact that her little... Rodent. Was not there. So she had listened. His lips thinned to a pleasing, devious grin. "Norml darling." He rose his face to look at her clearer. Ears pointed lazily in her direction, and tail whipping through the fog. She immediately began prancing round' him, tail held slightly aloft. Now, it was just plain obvious. Not that that was a bad thing... Her voice was strewn with flirtation. "Oh Norml, we do need a foal now don't we hun? I'm so glad you listened and didn't bring her pet. Let's face it, it would have been awkward." A chuckle escaped his maw, though he didn't lose eye-contact in the process. "Speech" Tags;; You! Muse;; Good Notes;; Wow, I'm sorry this is such a short and sucky post... I'm never very good at second posts. || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[madmare2003]

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[bg=000000] Her ghostly face for once hid with in the fog but her dark body gave her away. Blast her damned markings. Her blue eye was trained on him while her brown one watched for any other approaching mares. Right now until Norml gets what she wants she will rip a another females head off for it. She was a little excited to have her belly swollen with a little one. Not so much she wanted a child but she was happy to give herself to War and create a little monster that was both of them combined. Surely the foal would be a hand full. Lord knew she was and between her and Wars attitude he was bound to be a hellion. She smirked at the thought and drew her attention back to the handsome brute that stood before her. She stood beside him quietly for a moment with her tail swinging at his hocks in her usual way. She then dragged her tongue across his dappled cheek in a loving way. Oh you strange little doll. ”Yes enough about Rat that's not what we are here to talk about.” She wanted to get straight to it. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;Warlord Muse;;meh Notes;; blah blah blah Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] Her usual parallel position was familiar, but, being Norml, she had to add something completely and totally unexpected. When she drew her tongue out and slowly licked his check he recoiled at first, but the seductive side of the stallion got the better of him. He found it, hormone induced. Oh Spring, you were always one to have a sick mind. 'The sun and Springy feeling is calming' my ass. The fine female's next words only made his hormones rage further. His natural beast roared in excitement of the pounce, and who was he to deny its access to continue his line? Despite his twisting insides the stag spoke calmly, almost bored, "Why of course my fair lady Norml, a child I shall bestow in your womb." He smiled, backing up and walking slowly around her, giving her time to bolt if she so desired. Though if she did there was a very small chance he would let her get away from him, but the stag just kept this thought to himself... He pulled his well-muscled neck forward to nip at her hawks, as if insuring she was fit and wasn't going to run from him. It was another opportunity for her to run if she so needed. Though he studied her as if she were already carrying his child. With a final smile he slid his dappled self onto her back gently, careful not to leave a bruise. Once he was sure he had given her a foal, the heavy stud slid back off her smooth spine, grinning with smug happiness. He raised his regal head to look into her mismatched eyes, "To us." "Speech" Tags;; Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[madmare2003]

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[bg=000000] Norml did not move as he nipped at her and gave her the opportunity to be free of him. She wanted him and even more she wanted to bare a foal, of them. Her body trembled a little as he climbed on top but mostly out of anticipation. When he did his deed and fell off she let out a huff. His words, to us, for some reason seemed sarcastic to the mare and she didn't care for it. So she pinned her ears and bared her teeth. Just because she allowed herself to be vulnerable to him for a moment didn't mean she would just become his submissive bitch. She sneered and then stood there calmly. Sex made people crazy, certainly it would send crazy equines over the edge. She licked her chops yawned and cocked her leg. Her eyes slowly hovered closed as she acted like she was going to nap to see what the brute would take of the whole situation. ”speech” Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;Warlord Muse;;ok for being in class:-) lol Notes;; she will be silent and bitchy and sweet and a crazy preggers mare oh dear poor war Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] Their foal would surely be wondrous. But as he opened his eyes from a smile he saw Norml bear her teeth at him. What's this now? Was she suddenly ungrateful of him? His face took on a cool expression and he stared at her, as if she was acting absolutely crazy and he was encouraging her to stop before she embarrassed herself. He need not to enforce her submission further, for what kind of devious stallion bites his dame after breeding? Not only that, but she was now standing there calmly. Not only was she standing there, but she was actually starting to fall asleep. He let out a loud ignorant huff and spoke. "If my work here is done Norml, perhaps you would rather me go mate with other females." His smirk was painfully sly. He knew she hated the very thought of Warlord with other mares beside herself. He was simply bored and wanting to get her attention. The fog curled over itself and shrank away from the rising, burning light of day. Silently the steed called after the smokey water, its being would surely be missed by this hunk of a horse. He was beginning to miss the clammy coolness of his home in the caves of the Saints. "Speech" Tags;; Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[bg=000000] Norml was appalled by his words. Why did he insist on just pissing her off constantly. The hormones were going crazy and her mind was spinning. It did not know what to do with the excessive endorphins flowing on top of her raging emotions. Before, she even was aware of what she was doing, she lunged forward and went for the soft underbelly of his thick neck. Her front hooves pawed and crashed at his chest. She snorted and took several steps back. He couldn't retaliate if he wanted, she had his child with in her, and he knew what he was asking for when he let the words drip from his lips. ”Go mount another mare, you'll never see this foal and I will be sure of it.” Her voice was harsh. If he was not above threatening her then she would treat him the same way. He was lucky she didn't just plain rip his face off in the heat of the moment. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;Warlord Muse;;meh Notes;; ironically my bf were at store and some girl was checking him out and hes like uh oh u got an angry face and i was like i rip her face off! lol it was the norml in me Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] Do you want me to reply? Breeding season is over lol... || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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