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Post by tenebria on Aug 25, 2024 12:45:50 GMT -8
Ember shuddered slightly, but made herself calm to listen to the wise words that she would need to remember. She let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing the slightest. "It all sounds so... complicated. Wild." the she gave a short dry laugh at herself. "What am I saying, we are out in the wild. Of course it's untamed." She said with a shake of her mane, then adding in a truly relieved tone "It's good he is your friend then.. but how will we know when stallions are looking to... expand.. and when they aren't?" she asked, a slight frown appearing on her brow.
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Post by brooke0518 on Aug 29, 2024 0:49:58 GMT -8
Looking over at Ember, Tempest nods, just a little bit. "It can be, sometimes. We do have it much easier, without humans telling us what to do, or putting that junk on our bodies. But we are not without our twisting pathways of life. But you are here to learn, so that you can live your best life, out here. Being wild and untame....is very rewarding. When a stallion looks to expand, they are not subtle about it, they let you know. The thing about living out here.....is everything is obvious. There are no guessing games out here, and a stallion will always be clear, whenever he wants something. I'm sure, that if it came down to survival, Neptune, without a doubt, would put his herd before our friendship, because out here, that is what stallions have to do....protect their brood. That's the most important thing," He says.
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Post by tenebria on Aug 29, 2024 17:28:00 GMT -8
Ember flattened her ears and nodded in agreement, and finding herself marveling at just how much this stallion knew. No matter how many questions he had, he always had an honest and yet somehow comforting answer! "Well at least that... I suppose... i'll just have to learn the signs" she said, then frowned slightly at the thought that friendship did not affect this. "I suppose that makes sense.. but does it not seem.. I don't know... barbaric at all?" she asked hesitantly.
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Post by brooke0518 on Sept 2, 2024 23:08:31 GMT -8
"I'll teach you those signs. Most are obvious, the moment that stallions open their mouths. They can overt, abrasive, and a bit self-serving. We are to survive, like any creature, and living to the point, that we can pass on our strengths, to the next generation. That is the fundamental truth of the world that we live in. Every horse you see, has one goal in mind, or has had it in the past......live long enough to have foals, to ensure the survival of our species. Even the much older ones, like Cloud, had that mindset. It gets a bit different, as a horse gets older, mainly for the stallions. Mares usually have a guaranteed safety in life. There is just always a risk, when it comes to stallions. Now, wild mares aren't defenseless. Most stallions will take their shot at a mare, but I have seen plenty of mares, put up enough of a fight, that the stallion gives up. As persistent as they are, the more you fight back, the less effort they'll put in. A kick or bite from a mare, can mean a serious injury for a stallion, and a stallion can't show weakness, especially if they want to preserve their herd," Tempest says,"
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Post by tenebria on Sept 3, 2024 9:19:45 GMT -8
Once again Ember could feel her face flushing at the thought of the question she had asked, but Tempest didn't seem at all unsettled by it, answering her calmly and honestly. "I suppose I can understand that... it might just take some time. I never really thought about what the goal of any wild horses would be, besides just living life. But preserving the species does make sense" she said, although she couldn't help but grimace slightly at the idea. It was foreign to her. She knew that in captivity they were made to breed to whomever the humans chose, but somehow it had been an acceptable way of life there. Here she supposed it was the same for the wild horses, this was their way of life and had been forever. And of course it had to be. Survival was important, especially of the species. At Tempest mention of fighting an uneasy feeling took root in her chest. "I don't know if I could fight like that" she said uncertainly, especially as she considered her wounded leg. She'd like to think she could take care of herself one day, but if Tempest was any proof of as stallions strength and size, then she really did not feel positive about her odds against one.
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