[Sure.]

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One month later ~ September

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Whisper | Mare| 4 Years old | Citizen

With September's arrival, Whisper had only found herself growing closer to the Justice. She found comfort in being near him. Slowly but surely she was working her way out of her shell, but to others she remained distant. There.wasn't much for her to do, not with winters oncoming.

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Otekah | Mare | 10 years | Queen

Otekah sighed and stretched her thick, blue-gray neck so that her black skull faced her suckling filly. The slight tug of her daughter at the mare's teats had grown harder and more intense over her past three months of life and she would have to be weaned soon. The first step of this was to introduce the herd to their youngest member, even if reluctantly. Until now, she chased other horses away with teeth and hooves and kept her foal separate from the others. "Usdi, " she murmured, pulling her underside from Onida's suckling, "I think it's time for you to meet your herd."

Onida | Filly | 3 months | Suckler

Onida released her hold on Otekah's teat. Her flimsy tail flicked excitedly as her mother began to walk quickly through the herd, keeping up at a steady trot. Other mares and stallions cleared a path carefully, attempting to avoid the mare's kicking and biting range. The black foal stared curiously at each and every horse and they hesitantly watched her, the last remaining piece of the previous cheif's legacy. Every other foal was either picked off by predators or coaxed away with their mothers by some charming loner. In his last year, the previous Cheif had lost his stature and once-intimidating nature and barely ever even resisted to daring, harem-stealing loners. His lingering notoriety was one of few things that kept the majority of stallions away from challenging the elderly cheif, all except for one ballsy Soltero. Otekah's loyalty never wavered and her maternal instincts had her fighting ferociously every time some wolf or cougar dared even come close to Onida. The black filly's attention switched from her herd-members to the dappled buckskin Cheif that she and her mother were gradually approaching..

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Soltero . Chief . Mentions: Vendetta, Otekah, Onida

The morning air was crisp, the sun's rays threatening to shine across the valley's vast meadows at any waking moment. A light and steady breeze was present, one that chased those bothersome flies. You could say it was a peaceful morning, and in the midst of his herd, an at peace Chief stood grazing. It was wild to see the beige-kissed beast in such a calm state, those obsidian lips awarding such tender kisses against the Earth's surface, detaching vegetation from its roots with quiet, repeated rips. All was well for him. The weather, the herd's attitude, not a threat in sight; oh! and a successfully sown seed was now resting in the Shamaness. What more could Soltero ask for? Well, .. to be honest, a lot .. but.. He was quite satisfied in this moment!

Upon hearing the falls of advancing hooves a single ear was flicked forwards, followed by the rise of that Stang-influenced head. A brow was quirked, a sense of amusement becoming awfully apparent as he continued to idley chew on the grass between his teeth. What was this? Since stepping into the previous Chief's 'hooves', Soltero had awarded all the space desired to Otekah and her newest arrival. A respectful gesture, obviously not gone unnoticed. The coffee-tinged lad was well aware of the Queen's leadership qualities, she to be something treasured by him. And, as an intelligent man, he knew -if patient enough- his time would come to woo her eventually. He was satisfied with the idea of the herd being in her control; oh, just as long as he could call it his. Rights and all.

Skull performed a slight bow of sorts, gaze flicking between mother and foal curiously before head rose back up. "Good morning," he'd croon, as gentle a tone he could muster what with those rough, masculine vocal chords.

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Starshock>> Renegade
Starshock shock her mane, looking happily at Renegade "I would love that." she said slowing her pace so that she was trotting. "It's nice to have someone my age." she said coming to a complete stop.

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Vendetta| Mare | 6 years old | Shamaness


Grazing peacefully among the herd, soft lips pulled up the tender grass. There was no obvious sign that the mare was now expecting other than the fact that she had been grazing more than usual. Within the coming months her belly wouls become rounder, fuller, and distended with the new life that resided within her now.

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Renegade looked to Starshock."I've never had anyone to play with before!"I whinnied,his thoughts darkening as he remembered the vicious mare.He had no doubt he would hold that grudge forever.Renegade snorted and kicked up his heels as he bounded after Starshock,nickering,"Lets go!"
(Sorry so short have to go to school,just don't speak to Renegade)

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Justice | Stallion | 12 years | Lookout |

Many things change since they relocated. That was natural. The shamaness was pregnant with chief's seed. It was quite notable now, her stomach extending a bit larger than the rest of the mares. More foals in the herd to watch over. Speaking of foal. Otekah was walking through the herd with little Onida in tow. She was little older now, still curious little thing. A soft smile rest on his snout. Must be time for the foal to be formally introduced to the herd. His ears flickers as the herd whispered to one another. He also found himself getting closer to the quiet mare that seems to cling to him more than the others. He was fine with that actually. Her company was one he enjoyed considerably.

Shaking his head, Justice continued on making his way towards the odd streams that seems to whip around. His large pinkish tongue was smacking against his lips as he drew closer, eager to quench his thirst. Lowering his skull, Justice pressed his lips to the cool liquid, taking large gulps. Lifting his head, Justice observed the surrounding area. His black mane matted and tangled, the resolute of not grooming daily. Not like he could by himself. Justice coat was getting fluffier as well, since winter was just around the corner.

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[@ school, can't respond until later!']

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(Is it alright to say ms. foal gave some trouble / got distracted and slowed Otekah down, so that Soltero can pass attention to someone else until you return?)

//Edit: Nevermind, I'll wait.

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Otekah | Mare | 10 years | Queen &
Onida | Filly | 3 months | Suckler

"Good morning," Otekah answered, her voice calm and mature, "I'm sure you'd like to meet Onida." The blue roan mare stepped back and nudged her daughter forward with a tiny push to her flank. The filly stumbled forward towards the buckskin's wide chest and stared up at his elegant face before bouncing up on her rear legs in an invitation to play. Otekah looked on with slight worry, waiting for her daughter to make just one wrong move.

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Soltero . Chief . Mentions: Otekah & Onida
A grin found its way across the stallion's lips as Otekah returned his hello, his gaze turned down towards Onida thereafter as the Queen's intentions were spoken aloud. Well now, wasn't this an interesting thing! The biscuit-colored King must have been doing something right to be the first introduced. His skull, probably a number of times larger than the filly's own, was bent low as she began to approach him. Muzzle was outstretched as well, an attempt to greet her with a formal nose bump, schooling her in the horsey ways. All this while, flesh took to an occasional, uncontrollable twitch near the shoulders. Hinting at a withheld sense of excitement and/or anticipation, energy threatening to explode from him at any given moment. Hooves were pressed deeper in the ferma-terra below, ears held weightedly forwards, eyes wide and pupils dilating. Soltero looked like a dog about to spaz out, fall into a play bow and run circles or sumthin'. Oh, but luckily he didn't. However, when the filly reared, control DID escape him for a brief moment.

As if startled, his massive skull was swung heavenward and out, a hushed squeal released before he danced a few steps forwards. Muzzle would quickly trail its way back to the little darling though, attempting to nudge her shoulder in attempted play. If she was spooked by his antics, expected being because he was so much larger, he would pause movement and disappointingly look on. But if she registered his moves as play, then upon bumping her shoulder, the brawny male would begin to skip away in the opposite direction, a mear four steps before turning with a teasing note sung. "Your it!"

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Renegade stopped his play to watch the queen introduce her filly."Well,well,the old nag's showing off her prized possession."he muttered under his breath.He knew the white haired scars would always be on his withers and flank.And what a story,How did you get those scars?A jealous old nag chased me away from her stupid filly.Otekah had forever lost what little grudging respect he held for her.He kept his distance from the queen after his previous encounter.He didn't just not respect her,he plain disliked her.He would give her foal a chance,as she had not attacked him.Perhaps she would be a fun playmate.

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Onida | Filly | 3 months | Suckler

Onida widened her pine wood eyes and stepped back, almost looking scared. Before even ten seconds had passed, however, she released a peal of squealing laughter and chased the stallion, bucking as she cantered. Otekah breathed a sigh of relief as she observed the stallion and filly playing, glad that Soltero had so willingly accepted Molotov's last daughter. [Short, sorry, my muse sort of just flew out the window.]

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