Post by Sohtoh on Feb 7, 2010 2:23:28 GMT -5
Starring:
Lootah - Male Horse
Luna - Female Horse
Mitexi - Female Horse
Setting:
Wind-Swept Lowlands
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NOTES: The beginning of this log is missing. :[
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So, she'd proven him wrong. She'd convinced him that the season the mares went through was not private, that in fact, it was rather blatantly obvious to anyone with a nasal passage. Tossing his head a bit, the stallion's mane picked up and fell back down, catching a fly that had attempted to land on his neck in the process. Ah, unknowing success! "I suppose you're right." He says, and chuckles quietly. "It shouldn't be a private thing, either. Then, how would I know which mares to pay attention to?" An attempt at a joke, but perhaps it was too inappropriate for Luna's tastes. Lootah would find out soon enough.
Luna smiles softly, gazing out at the horizon a little longer. "No one can really tell you that," she finally says, turning to look at the stallion. "All of us, of course. But while I personally know and understand that right now, as I stand here, I'm a lot less interesting than another mare in season, other mares are less forgiving." She smirks, eyes gleaming at a few memories. "I won't lie, you've got a lot of learning ahead of you when it comes to dividing attention."
What Luna said was true, aside of course, from assuming that Lootah had a lot to learn about dividing his attention. A wide grin appeared, and once again he took to prancing around her. "Nah, I think I've got some pretty good knowledge on how to keep all the mares happy." His tone as he said this was cocky, but he meant it in the best way possible. Perhaps his youth was getting to his head? Saying such silly, borderline inappropriate things to Luna like that. They were being honest though, weren't they?
Luna merely nods; she's heard it all before, of course, several times. Time's the best teacher there is, and she can't really force any of the knowledge of happiness on anyone. It has to come slowly, and she knows this. "I'm sure you do," she therefore answers, shaking herself as a cold breath of wind runs down her back. "Just remember that foals aren't the only thing mares want."
The wind that caused Luna to shake was met with open arms on the part of Lootah, who lifted his head to get more of the wind in his face instead. Bringing his lips to a half grin, he eyed Luna suspiciously, and shrugged. "All seemed pretty eager to me, honestly." He said, the wind still pressing through his mane and tail, even as he took to taking a few strides away from Luna, as obviously, they were about to get into a disagreement.
Mitexi picks her way through the grasses; her hooves making little noise as they land on the lush greenery. Mane and tail flow and flitter by the force of her movement, as the dun mare trots on, ears twitching and turning to increase her 'vision' of the area. She'd noticed hoofprints some time ago, but the grasslands had made it difficult to follow. Still, Mitexi had pressed on; the promise of company was a good one. As she rounded a hill, she froze, every fibre of her being alert: she'd spotted two horses, not to far away - and with a whoop of excitment, the mustang launched her haunches into the air in a playful buck, thundering down to the duo.
Luna watches the stallion with one eye as he turns and moves away, probably afraid of a pair of well-deserved hooves. But no, this is a game she's played since his grandparents were born, and hooves are always a final resort. "I'm sure they were," she nickers softly. "All confused and drugged by their own bodies, fueled by desires beyond their control. I take it if you feel that's the way things should be, that any colts born to our herd will have free pickings of your mares, as well? I mean, they'll be just as driven by THEIR desires." At the moment she can't see the approaching figure, her back turned and her attention fully on the paint stallion anyway.
No, Lootah wasn't afraid of Luna or her hooves at this particular moment, but rather, he felt as if he'd seen something again, much as he did earlier. Or, maybe not even seen it, but heard or smelled it. Still, he continues on with their conversation for as much longer as it will last. Nodding his head, he lets out a shrug. "Some of them were in control. Wanted to stay with their herd but wandered off with me instead." A smirk is given at the memory, but he knows not to push his luck with talking about mares as if they were merely objects in front of one. He didn't believe that they were either, but he was just .. acting a way. The mention of colts was responded with merely a snort, and another toss of his head, perhaps a warning not to mention any of his future sons in such away again, as all foals, regardless of their gender, would eventually be given the boot. Staring up ahead however, his deep brown eyes catch sight of something, and he blinks, his head lifting in wariness, nostrils beginning to flare and his ears pushed fully forward.
Mitexi continued to approach, her hooves thudding, muffled, against the ground, until at last she had come to a neat stop before the two horses. Tossing her head repeatedly in her unbridled excitement at managing to find other horses at last, her black-tipped ears swivelled forwards. After being seperated from her herd (the poor beasts,) Mitexi had been consumed with lonliness: a horse needed company, after all. Exhaling through her dark nose as a snort, the mare seemed to catch her breath enough to speak. "Er, did I interrupt?" she questions, picking up on the clear tension between male and female. Her head weaved slightly from side to side, unsure on the rank of either beast; not knowing who to greet first.
Luna would respond to the stallion's mention of luring mares from their herds, but she is interrupted by the arriving mare. Curious she turns to face her, giving a quick shake of her head at the question. "Not at all, dear," she nickers, offering a warm and reassuring smile. Still, she stays where she is, leaving it for the stallion to do proper greetings. That's another part of his new job he may as well get used to.
Watching the hill intently, Lootah blinks when the sudden form of a horse is seen a bit far off, but running toward them. When she comes within a certain distance, there is no doubt that the new equid is a mare, and the stallion's head tosses in excitement. Another mare! The painted male is a bit further away from Luna, but he doesn't hesitate to prance up to the new mare, showing off various groups of muscle with each of his steps. Tail flicking happily, he tosses his head once more, and nickers softly. "You haven't interrupted at all." He says smoothly, and trots right up to her, though respecting personal boundaries of new arrivals. "What might your name be, miss?"
Mitexi keeps her body twisting, the better to keep her eyes on the strange stallion: she should have expected the male to be frisky and friendly...in her experiance, they all were. Tossing her head, the mare flicks her dark forelock out of her eyes, the hair tangling on her pricked ears as she glances at the mare, before addressing the stallion. "Name's Mitexi," she announces, swishing her long tail, reaching her muzzle out slowly towards the stallion. "Whudda they call you?" she asks, though she opens the question the mare by nodding in her direction.
Luna gives a light bow of her head, stepping forward to join in the greeting, though she stays half a body's length behind the stallion. He gets the honor of first greets, after all, and she's not even the herd's lead mare. It's not her place to do introductions. "I'm Luna," she offers. "It's nice to meet you, Mitexi." Yes, yes, when she's just heard a name she can remember it, but just wait and see, she'll have that name twisted soon enough.
Lootah was definitely friendly and frisky, within the right time frames. Just meeting a mare and attempting to coerce her into the prospective, but not official herd, though? This was the time to be polite and friendly, not be all up in her personal space, forcing himself near her and whatnot. "Mitexi?" He questioned, and let out a quiet chuckle. "A beautiful name, for an equally beautiful mare." Ah, that old line again. Got 'em every time! When Mitexi's muzzle was extended toward him, he grinned and let his white hooves carry him closer. "My name is Lootah. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mitexi exhales again, a sort of 'wuffle,' if you will. Her tail flicks again and she eyes the stallion with clear suspicion, but seems to expand like a rooster all the same: beautiful? her? Yeah, right. Feisty, maybe. Scrapy? For sure! But never had she been attempted to be flattered: that just hadn't been how her herd had worked, not that she didn't miss them. "And Lootah; a perfect fit for a lame stallion," she winds up reorting, even though it's perfectly clear she's thoroughly flattered. Looking back to Luna, she nods. "You, too. I've been searching a long time for others - horses, I mean."
Luna raises an eyebrow at the retort, allowing an amused smirk to play across her features. My, but the stallion sure knows how to pick them. "You are in luck," she answers the young mare. "There are only a few of us around these areas, so we stick together as best we can." Sure, it's not REALLY a herd yet, but ... when is it? When the first foal is born? After a month of staying together? When?
Lootah's brows raise at the retort as well, followed by a furrow of the same grows, and a snort. Flicking his tail in irritability, he tilts his ears backward a bit, though it's relatively easy to tell that she got some good out of his compliment, even though it was partially just as fake as her insult. The painted male looks back to Luna with the sort of look that warns her not to grin, and he takes a few steps back from the new mare. "Yes well.. here we are." He said, unenthused. "There are more of us, somewhere. Grazing, resting.." Trailing off, he looks in various directions, and sighs. Why couldn't their numbers ever be whole, so as to impress new females even more?
Mitexi watches Lootah in amusemant, blissfully unaware that his comment to her had been fake: hey, she was naive when it came to things like this, having only recently matured. Still, the mare takes a moment to follow the stallons glance, looking out over the luscious grassland: picturesque, in its own way. "Don't sound so happy," she can be heard muttering, as she nods at Luna. "Yeah. Well, I'm used to big herds," she says lazily, her tail lashing at a parasitic insect on her haunches, "So this is a change."
Luna grins just the same. What's the stallion gonna do, bite her, kick her, chase her away? While a new mare is watching? She knows he wouldn't, and so it is quite safe for her to play-mock him when she gets the chance. At least, that's how she views it. She relaxes, resting her weight on one hindhoof when Lootah turns and moves away. She watches how his gaze wanders and sighs to herself, having a pretty good idea what he's thinking. At least Starlight should be here, as the lead mare she should be there to greet any runners whether they plan to stay or not. The mare's words snap her out of those thoughts, though, and she looks and nods to her. "At least the grazing is good, and the company isn't half bad."
"We might be small now, but the size of our herd has been growing continuously since I've been here." Not that he was taken credit for it as it might've sounded, but since he'd been in the new lands, he'd seen substantial growth every few days or so. It'd seem that something was plagueing the larger herds, and he couldn't help but smirk in wondering what all the sad-sap excuses for lead stallions were doing with their mares disappearing. They were coming to him, of course!
Well, that wasn't quite the case in Mitexi's case: her lead stallion had been coralled, the idiot. No, he hadn't been a bad sort of horse, but he obviously lacked the sheer ability that Mitexi, a mere herd mare, had posessed: depressing, wasn't it? "Prolly cause there's nowhere else to go," the dun mare comments, mostly to Luna now that she has tired of the stallion; his loss of enthusiasm and interest in her had obviously been taken a tad personally, even if it didn't break her boistrous spirit.
Luna glances over at Lootah for just a moment before nodding to the dun. "I'm sorry to hear he ran into twoleggers," she nickers. "There don't seem to be any of them around these lands, though, so you're safe from them here." She glances over her shoulder, somewhere to the southeast, but she quickly breaks those thoughts - whatever they were - and returns her attention to the new mare. "Anyway. Welcome to the area, My-ticks." Yup, THERE's the name ruination. Sad thing is that one is likely to stick.
It wasn't necessarily that he wasn't interested in Mitexi; on the contrary, he was. To a very high degree, actually. Still, perhaps he was wrong in thinking it, but he didn't feel that the new mare would want him very close to her at first. After time, when they'd been around each other more, then of course he would be more apt to stand close to her, to nudge shoulders and whatnot. For now however, he kept his distance. That didn't mean that he wasn't speaking, however. "There are plenty of other places to go. It just so happens that this is one of the first places to run into. One of the best to graze and rest in, as well."
Mitexi looks at the mare in surprise; wasn't it obvious that Mitexi wasn't afraid? The dun had guts in spades, though, she supposed, that wasn't something obvious upon knowing her for ten minutes. "I aint scared of nothing," she decides to inform Luna, tossing her head to send her forelock flying again. "And I'm only My-ticks if you're Loon," the mustang continues to say, belatedly hearing Lootah's words. "Well, I'm gonna go see if that's true," comes the announcement, as she turns in a blur of tan and black, breaking into a steady canter, broken up with a scattered helping of joyful bucks. A strange mare, indeed.
Luna is taken by surprise by the sudden name-calling. Loon. She hasn't been called THAT before, at least not to her face. She's about to come up with some witty, sassy, smart-ass-mare reply quite unbefitting of her age, but before she gets to the new mare has run off to explore, and it'd just not be appropriate to start yelling after her - nor would she have much chance of catching up, her legs still recovering from her long run. "That was ... refreshing?" she tries, glancing to the stallion to gauge his reaction to this ... My-ticks.
As Mitexi gallops off, the stallion's ears sink, and he rolls his eyes a bit, letting out a disgruntled snort. Eventually the mare would come to her senses and would re-join the rest of them, or if not, he would simply go after her. Though he tried to act friendly and accomodating here, he had a rougher side to him too, and he'd had experience that he practically bragged about when it came to gathering mares, even unwilling ones that acted a bit like Mitexi, but that he wasn't so much as willing to tell about. "I have a feeling she'll be back." He said with a smirk, and took in a deep breath of the afternoon air. "As will I. Keep safe, and let me know of anything new when I return." Lootah takes a few steps away from the older Luna, and soon breaks into a gallop, in the same direction as Mitexi.
Lootah - Male Horse
Luna - Female Horse
Mitexi - Female Horse
Setting:
Wind-Swept Lowlands
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NOTES: The beginning of this log is missing. :[
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So, she'd proven him wrong. She'd convinced him that the season the mares went through was not private, that in fact, it was rather blatantly obvious to anyone with a nasal passage. Tossing his head a bit, the stallion's mane picked up and fell back down, catching a fly that had attempted to land on his neck in the process. Ah, unknowing success! "I suppose you're right." He says, and chuckles quietly. "It shouldn't be a private thing, either. Then, how would I know which mares to pay attention to?" An attempt at a joke, but perhaps it was too inappropriate for Luna's tastes. Lootah would find out soon enough.
Luna smiles softly, gazing out at the horizon a little longer. "No one can really tell you that," she finally says, turning to look at the stallion. "All of us, of course. But while I personally know and understand that right now, as I stand here, I'm a lot less interesting than another mare in season, other mares are less forgiving." She smirks, eyes gleaming at a few memories. "I won't lie, you've got a lot of learning ahead of you when it comes to dividing attention."
What Luna said was true, aside of course, from assuming that Lootah had a lot to learn about dividing his attention. A wide grin appeared, and once again he took to prancing around her. "Nah, I think I've got some pretty good knowledge on how to keep all the mares happy." His tone as he said this was cocky, but he meant it in the best way possible. Perhaps his youth was getting to his head? Saying such silly, borderline inappropriate things to Luna like that. They were being honest though, weren't they?
Luna merely nods; she's heard it all before, of course, several times. Time's the best teacher there is, and she can't really force any of the knowledge of happiness on anyone. It has to come slowly, and she knows this. "I'm sure you do," she therefore answers, shaking herself as a cold breath of wind runs down her back. "Just remember that foals aren't the only thing mares want."
The wind that caused Luna to shake was met with open arms on the part of Lootah, who lifted his head to get more of the wind in his face instead. Bringing his lips to a half grin, he eyed Luna suspiciously, and shrugged. "All seemed pretty eager to me, honestly." He said, the wind still pressing through his mane and tail, even as he took to taking a few strides away from Luna, as obviously, they were about to get into a disagreement.
Mitexi picks her way through the grasses; her hooves making little noise as they land on the lush greenery. Mane and tail flow and flitter by the force of her movement, as the dun mare trots on, ears twitching and turning to increase her 'vision' of the area. She'd noticed hoofprints some time ago, but the grasslands had made it difficult to follow. Still, Mitexi had pressed on; the promise of company was a good one. As she rounded a hill, she froze, every fibre of her being alert: she'd spotted two horses, not to far away - and with a whoop of excitment, the mustang launched her haunches into the air in a playful buck, thundering down to the duo.
Luna watches the stallion with one eye as he turns and moves away, probably afraid of a pair of well-deserved hooves. But no, this is a game she's played since his grandparents were born, and hooves are always a final resort. "I'm sure they were," she nickers softly. "All confused and drugged by their own bodies, fueled by desires beyond their control. I take it if you feel that's the way things should be, that any colts born to our herd will have free pickings of your mares, as well? I mean, they'll be just as driven by THEIR desires." At the moment she can't see the approaching figure, her back turned and her attention fully on the paint stallion anyway.
No, Lootah wasn't afraid of Luna or her hooves at this particular moment, but rather, he felt as if he'd seen something again, much as he did earlier. Or, maybe not even seen it, but heard or smelled it. Still, he continues on with their conversation for as much longer as it will last. Nodding his head, he lets out a shrug. "Some of them were in control. Wanted to stay with their herd but wandered off with me instead." A smirk is given at the memory, but he knows not to push his luck with talking about mares as if they were merely objects in front of one. He didn't believe that they were either, but he was just .. acting a way. The mention of colts was responded with merely a snort, and another toss of his head, perhaps a warning not to mention any of his future sons in such away again, as all foals, regardless of their gender, would eventually be given the boot. Staring up ahead however, his deep brown eyes catch sight of something, and he blinks, his head lifting in wariness, nostrils beginning to flare and his ears pushed fully forward.
Mitexi continued to approach, her hooves thudding, muffled, against the ground, until at last she had come to a neat stop before the two horses. Tossing her head repeatedly in her unbridled excitement at managing to find other horses at last, her black-tipped ears swivelled forwards. After being seperated from her herd (the poor beasts,) Mitexi had been consumed with lonliness: a horse needed company, after all. Exhaling through her dark nose as a snort, the mare seemed to catch her breath enough to speak. "Er, did I interrupt?" she questions, picking up on the clear tension between male and female. Her head weaved slightly from side to side, unsure on the rank of either beast; not knowing who to greet first.
Luna would respond to the stallion's mention of luring mares from their herds, but she is interrupted by the arriving mare. Curious she turns to face her, giving a quick shake of her head at the question. "Not at all, dear," she nickers, offering a warm and reassuring smile. Still, she stays where she is, leaving it for the stallion to do proper greetings. That's another part of his new job he may as well get used to.
Watching the hill intently, Lootah blinks when the sudden form of a horse is seen a bit far off, but running toward them. When she comes within a certain distance, there is no doubt that the new equid is a mare, and the stallion's head tosses in excitement. Another mare! The painted male is a bit further away from Luna, but he doesn't hesitate to prance up to the new mare, showing off various groups of muscle with each of his steps. Tail flicking happily, he tosses his head once more, and nickers softly. "You haven't interrupted at all." He says smoothly, and trots right up to her, though respecting personal boundaries of new arrivals. "What might your name be, miss?"
Mitexi keeps her body twisting, the better to keep her eyes on the strange stallion: she should have expected the male to be frisky and friendly...in her experiance, they all were. Tossing her head, the mare flicks her dark forelock out of her eyes, the hair tangling on her pricked ears as she glances at the mare, before addressing the stallion. "Name's Mitexi," she announces, swishing her long tail, reaching her muzzle out slowly towards the stallion. "Whudda they call you?" she asks, though she opens the question the mare by nodding in her direction.
Luna gives a light bow of her head, stepping forward to join in the greeting, though she stays half a body's length behind the stallion. He gets the honor of first greets, after all, and she's not even the herd's lead mare. It's not her place to do introductions. "I'm Luna," she offers. "It's nice to meet you, Mitexi." Yes, yes, when she's just heard a name she can remember it, but just wait and see, she'll have that name twisted soon enough.
Lootah was definitely friendly and frisky, within the right time frames. Just meeting a mare and attempting to coerce her into the prospective, but not official herd, though? This was the time to be polite and friendly, not be all up in her personal space, forcing himself near her and whatnot. "Mitexi?" He questioned, and let out a quiet chuckle. "A beautiful name, for an equally beautiful mare." Ah, that old line again. Got 'em every time! When Mitexi's muzzle was extended toward him, he grinned and let his white hooves carry him closer. "My name is Lootah. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mitexi exhales again, a sort of 'wuffle,' if you will. Her tail flicks again and she eyes the stallion with clear suspicion, but seems to expand like a rooster all the same: beautiful? her? Yeah, right. Feisty, maybe. Scrapy? For sure! But never had she been attempted to be flattered: that just hadn't been how her herd had worked, not that she didn't miss them. "And Lootah; a perfect fit for a lame stallion," she winds up reorting, even though it's perfectly clear she's thoroughly flattered. Looking back to Luna, she nods. "You, too. I've been searching a long time for others - horses, I mean."
Luna raises an eyebrow at the retort, allowing an amused smirk to play across her features. My, but the stallion sure knows how to pick them. "You are in luck," she answers the young mare. "There are only a few of us around these areas, so we stick together as best we can." Sure, it's not REALLY a herd yet, but ... when is it? When the first foal is born? After a month of staying together? When?
Lootah's brows raise at the retort as well, followed by a furrow of the same grows, and a snort. Flicking his tail in irritability, he tilts his ears backward a bit, though it's relatively easy to tell that she got some good out of his compliment, even though it was partially just as fake as her insult. The painted male looks back to Luna with the sort of look that warns her not to grin, and he takes a few steps back from the new mare. "Yes well.. here we are." He said, unenthused. "There are more of us, somewhere. Grazing, resting.." Trailing off, he looks in various directions, and sighs. Why couldn't their numbers ever be whole, so as to impress new females even more?
Mitexi watches Lootah in amusemant, blissfully unaware that his comment to her had been fake: hey, she was naive when it came to things like this, having only recently matured. Still, the mare takes a moment to follow the stallons glance, looking out over the luscious grassland: picturesque, in its own way. "Don't sound so happy," she can be heard muttering, as she nods at Luna. "Yeah. Well, I'm used to big herds," she says lazily, her tail lashing at a parasitic insect on her haunches, "So this is a change."
Luna grins just the same. What's the stallion gonna do, bite her, kick her, chase her away? While a new mare is watching? She knows he wouldn't, and so it is quite safe for her to play-mock him when she gets the chance. At least, that's how she views it. She relaxes, resting her weight on one hindhoof when Lootah turns and moves away. She watches how his gaze wanders and sighs to herself, having a pretty good idea what he's thinking. At least Starlight should be here, as the lead mare she should be there to greet any runners whether they plan to stay or not. The mare's words snap her out of those thoughts, though, and she looks and nods to her. "At least the grazing is good, and the company isn't half bad."
"We might be small now, but the size of our herd has been growing continuously since I've been here." Not that he was taken credit for it as it might've sounded, but since he'd been in the new lands, he'd seen substantial growth every few days or so. It'd seem that something was plagueing the larger herds, and he couldn't help but smirk in wondering what all the sad-sap excuses for lead stallions were doing with their mares disappearing. They were coming to him, of course!
Well, that wasn't quite the case in Mitexi's case: her lead stallion had been coralled, the idiot. No, he hadn't been a bad sort of horse, but he obviously lacked the sheer ability that Mitexi, a mere herd mare, had posessed: depressing, wasn't it? "Prolly cause there's nowhere else to go," the dun mare comments, mostly to Luna now that she has tired of the stallion; his loss of enthusiasm and interest in her had obviously been taken a tad personally, even if it didn't break her boistrous spirit.
Luna glances over at Lootah for just a moment before nodding to the dun. "I'm sorry to hear he ran into twoleggers," she nickers. "There don't seem to be any of them around these lands, though, so you're safe from them here." She glances over her shoulder, somewhere to the southeast, but she quickly breaks those thoughts - whatever they were - and returns her attention to the new mare. "Anyway. Welcome to the area, My-ticks." Yup, THERE's the name ruination. Sad thing is that one is likely to stick.
It wasn't necessarily that he wasn't interested in Mitexi; on the contrary, he was. To a very high degree, actually. Still, perhaps he was wrong in thinking it, but he didn't feel that the new mare would want him very close to her at first. After time, when they'd been around each other more, then of course he would be more apt to stand close to her, to nudge shoulders and whatnot. For now however, he kept his distance. That didn't mean that he wasn't speaking, however. "There are plenty of other places to go. It just so happens that this is one of the first places to run into. One of the best to graze and rest in, as well."
Mitexi looks at the mare in surprise; wasn't it obvious that Mitexi wasn't afraid? The dun had guts in spades, though, she supposed, that wasn't something obvious upon knowing her for ten minutes. "I aint scared of nothing," she decides to inform Luna, tossing her head to send her forelock flying again. "And I'm only My-ticks if you're Loon," the mustang continues to say, belatedly hearing Lootah's words. "Well, I'm gonna go see if that's true," comes the announcement, as she turns in a blur of tan and black, breaking into a steady canter, broken up with a scattered helping of joyful bucks. A strange mare, indeed.
Luna is taken by surprise by the sudden name-calling. Loon. She hasn't been called THAT before, at least not to her face. She's about to come up with some witty, sassy, smart-ass-mare reply quite unbefitting of her age, but before she gets to the new mare has run off to explore, and it'd just not be appropriate to start yelling after her - nor would she have much chance of catching up, her legs still recovering from her long run. "That was ... refreshing?" she tries, glancing to the stallion to gauge his reaction to this ... My-ticks.
As Mitexi gallops off, the stallion's ears sink, and he rolls his eyes a bit, letting out a disgruntled snort. Eventually the mare would come to her senses and would re-join the rest of them, or if not, he would simply go after her. Though he tried to act friendly and accomodating here, he had a rougher side to him too, and he'd had experience that he practically bragged about when it came to gathering mares, even unwilling ones that acted a bit like Mitexi, but that he wasn't so much as willing to tell about. "I have a feeling she'll be back." He said with a smirk, and took in a deep breath of the afternoon air. "As will I. Keep safe, and let me know of anything new when I return." Lootah takes a few steps away from the older Luna, and soon breaks into a gallop, in the same direction as Mitexi.