Love like rain {Breeding/Meeting Bandit only}

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[bg=HEX][atrb=border,2,table][atrb=width,540,table][th][bg=3B2700] Tattoo [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

[bg=HEX] [bg=3B2700] A large muscular stag trotted through the camp of humans. The setting sun made him look like he was set on fire. His coat glowed as the sun continued to set his coat glowed brighter. The sun had turned everything around him into a river of blood. He moved around smelling the old campfires' ashes. He sneezed as some ash dust jumped into his nose. His muzzle was now black but he continued to sneeze and eventually got all of the ash out of his noze. He continued to search and explore the old village. The warm sping breeze blew into his face at the scent of mares in heat on the breeze. He had forgotten it was breeding season and now his harmones were raging he slowly pranced around like any respectful stallion would. He flexed his muscles and pawed at the ground against an imaginary adversary. His tail flicked back and forth as he pranced arching his neck. He was like a perfect portrait as the sun set his coat on fire his muscles flexing as he pranced around. He was indeed a handsome stallion. He was ready for a new land, new foals, and new mares! [Tattoo- Quarter Horse x Andulusian - Sorrel - 16.0 HH - Brown - 5 years old Words: Yay Tag: Bandit Notes: [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[bg=HEX] [bg=7591af] Sombra stalked through the old Indian Village. She hadn't seen Lark for days, and while her filly was a year old now and didn't need her any more, she couldn't put the nagging feeling of worry out of her mind. She felt very protective over her first born child, and she doubted that would ever go away. Yet, she knew she couldn't coddle her or lock her away from the world, she needed to live, love and learn, but it didn't mean Sombra had to like it. Sighing, her auds flicked back as her hoof nicked a discarded piece of pottery sending a loud click echoing through the deserted village. She was wandering, trying to avoid all the more popular places for she didn't really feel the need to interact with anyone right now. It was that time of the year, spring had come once again, and while last year she had allowed herself a lapse of judgement she wanted to try and avoid the opposite sex this year. While she would never call Lark a mistake, she hadn't planned on having her, and she wasn't too keen on carrying another foal so soon. Movement caught her eye, and a snort left her nostrils as her head jerked up, pulling her out of her contemplation. Flicking her tail in irritation, as she saw the stallion standing not far from her she rolled her eyes at the irony of the situation. She had come to an abandoned village to avoid seeing anyone and yet when she arrives a stallion just happens to be strutting by. "What luck..." she muttered, flicking her tail once more as she stood her ground trying to decide on her next move. She wasn't the kind to run away from anything, but she didn't really want to stick around and see what this brute was like either [sombra - keiger mustang - grulla - 15.1 - dark brown - 7yo] Words: depressingly low Tag: Sophos w/ Tattoo Notes: my post is horrible i'm sorry >.< [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[bg=HEX][atrb=border,2,table][atrb=width,540,table][th][bg=3B2700] Tattoo [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

[bg=HEX] [bg=3B2700] As the stag pranced around a scent suddenly hit him. It was sweet like flowers and honey. A mare! He suddenly saw her, she was a beautiful grullo mare. He could tell she was of a wild breed because of her colors. He suddenly walked forward calmly his brown eyes glittering like burning ambers in the final hours of a fire before it died with the breeze. His voice was clam. "Hello there I am Tattoo. What would a feminine creature like you be doing out here during the spring. You know their are pretty desperate stallions out there that would bruise you like a fresh apple. I for one are not that desperate for I know that I am in my prime and any sensible mare would come to me eventually." He walked around her letting her sweet feminine aroma engulf him. [Tattoo- Quarter Horse x Andulusian - Sorrel - 16.0 HH - Brown - 5 years old Words: Yay Tag: Bandit Notes: [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]