Spring Is In The Air [Open]

[jinxx]

The sweet scents of spring were touching the badlands ever so slightly, providing the stallions within with the sounds of birdsong and ever-ripening grasses. Muzik lifted him head and snorted a stream of air from deep within his lungs into the breeze, fixing his eyes onto a small pond perhaps a half mile from him. Kicking up his heels, he cantered towards the pond, slowing to a trot before entering the cool water.

The water splashed about him, soaking him from head to hoof before even getting in chest deep. He whinnied loudly, the sound piercing the air suddenly, enjoying himself thoroughly. He swam about the pond kicking his legs rapidly, trying to wear off a bit of energy. He pulled himself out onto the banks, and shook himself dry. Still sopping wet and full of energy, Muzik flew forth like a young colt. His stride long and thunderous, he kicked his heels up from time to time, squealing loudly, hoping another stallion would join him in a romp across the lands.

[Lioness]

A shrill whinny knocked Running Like Quicksilver from the doze he’d been having against a tree. He’d been in the badlands for a while now and he was finally beginning to get used to it. It was even quite nice to be away from his mother telling him what to do all the time, even if he did sometimes miss her still, and with the many other young stallions around, he was rarely alone for long. It was a different world to the one he’d grown up in and the one he one-day hoped to have, but for now, he was happy there.

But the sound of another male’s whinny was still something he liked to hear, and he couldn’t help but think that this one sounded fairly familiar, somehow. He trotted towards it, and when he was close enough, he used his nose to pinpoint the other horse’s position. He found the young stallion just as he was pulling himself out of a pool, and as soon as he saw him, he remembered where he’d seen him before. Just as he was about to call out though, the other horse took off, thundering across the land. Silver whinnied joyfully and sped off too.

“Hey!” He called, as he fell into stride, “Muzik, yeah?” The two had only met briefly once before, and then two other stallions had been around, but Silver was good with faces. He was not so good with running; his heavy frame was built more for strength than speed, but he tried anyway, and managed to just about keep up. It felt so good, the wind whistling through his mane and his hooves swallowing the land beneath him, and it felt even better to be sharing it with another. He whinnied again, tossing his heavy head and kicking up his heels.

[jinxx]

The wind whistled in his ears, sending his mane and tail flying out behind him like flags. A voice called loud across the plains, a somewhat familiar one. He looked over his shoulder to see the heavy gray colt, Silver, kicking his heels and sprinting after him. At last! Someone to run with! He threw back his head and let a long, shrill neigh out into the air, as if challenging the colt to catch him.

Muzik slid into a graceful rear, pawing the air as ferociously as though he were having a one-sided fight. He did not stay still for long though, "Come on, keep up Silver!" he called back in an almost taunting voice. The foal inside of him was showing in full today, he felt as playful as any newborn. He threw bucks this way and that, figuring Silver would be doing the same. The spring air felt wondrous, as one might have guessed if they saw the two gallivanting about the land, thunderous and loud.

[Silver]

Come and get me boys . . .
SANDRINE.

Spring made her feel powerful, like her feminine wiles were in full effect. The spring meant mating season, and while Sandrine had no intention of mating this year or for many years to come, spring also meant that her body practically cried out for the testosterone of a stallion. She had only just turned three, mature enough to allow for puberty to taper off and leave her with a form that would only become softer and more sultry as the years passed. Quick and light, Sandrine danced along the border between the Misty Plains and the Badlands. The knowledge that stallions lay right beyond that invisible line was too appealing to cause her cautious side to speak up, and she danced right across it. A light buttery color, she was a princess of paradise, hailing from the tropical regions of Oneca. Her voice had a slight cadence that one could describe as native to the southern regions, a tropical and exotic note. Excitement flooded her body as she sped into high gear and raced across the scrub laden landscape, nose upturned to catch any hint of male hormones. She probably should have been more cautious, but the young mare was anything but foolhardy. She had confidence to expend, and a taste for danger to go with it. The appaloosa mare ran without worry, searching for something that was no doubt a run in with the least reasonable of things: the male libido.

It was after running for some time, her body shining with sweat, that she caught the scent of testosterone. Her eyes widened with glee as she detected not one, but two stallions in the general vicinity. Sandrine weaved around a couple of trees that were just starting to bloom with flowers and leaves. When she moved out of the small gathering of foliage, she was greeted with the sight of two stallions at play, bucking and rearing with gleeful abandon. She lifted her tail without even so much of a thought -- it was rather her body that was reacting to the overpowering smell of male sweat and the musk that lingered on their bodies. The mare shivered with delight, and then collected herself, putting on the speed in order to catch up with the stallions. Once she was in earshot, she whinnied loudly. Her hooves were itching to run again, but she kept them at a steady canter, knowing that the stallions would notice her. They couldn't not notice her, a dove among wolves.

[jinxx]

The stallions' hooves continued to thunder over the land causing quite a ruckus, his mind gave little thought to anything but which direction he would turn next. He took a sharp left, hearing the drafts' heavy hoof beats behind him he sped up a bit faster, pushing his short frame to truly go the distance. Sweat gleamed like molten gold upon his sable pelt, while powerful white haunches propelled himself forward. The scrub land was heating up, causing his sweat to multiply, and in turn making him slow down. He slowed from his gallop to a canter, and steered back around and headed back to where the pond he had swam in before was.

A sweet whinny caused him to stop abruptly. No stallion could have a voice that feminine, but what was a mare doing in these lands? He did not see her at first, though her scent was heavy in the air. It made him tingle, and he shook himself to try and bring himself back together. He hadn't been around a mare in a long time, he was sure he would make a fool of himself. He then saw her cantering down to where the two stallions were. Her coat was quite impressive, a buttermilk coloration of sorts, with a appaloosa pattern like himself, though hers was more of a blanket. He returned the whinny, lifting his muzzle and parting his lips to call out strong and loud.

[Lioness]

Silver roared a neigh in answer to Muzik’s challenge, and at the young stallion’s goading, he put his head down and mustered the energy for a burst of speed. “I’ll show you!” Though his voice held no real threat and bubbled with joy. His body was reacting to the exercise in a new way, adrenaline surging into his system with glee, making him feel invincible. He shot past Muzik as the stallion reared gracefully, and then stopped so sharply that his hooves skidded some way before he could turn and rear himself, his powerful hind legs working hard to support his bulk. He pranced forward, tossing his head up to avoid the clouds of dust that rose at his feet and when he was close to Muzik he aimed a playful head-but at his companion’s shoulders, not hard enough to hurt.
But his excitement was soon replaced by curiosity as he detected a new scent on the breeze, one that was out of place in these badlands but none the less very interesting. He stopped his foal-like play and turned, head tilting this way and that as he tried to pinpoint the scent. “Hey Muzik,” He called over his shoulder, “Smell that?” He knew what the scent was of course, it was undoubtedly a mare, but there seemed to be something different about it, something more pungent, more powerful about this scent; a heady mix of hormones.

When the owner of said scent made herself clear, the colt suddenly felt very aware of his tatty coat, mud-stained legs and knotted tail. He watched her canter by, his eyes wide with admiration as he drank in everything about her. He shook his head, knowing it was rude to stare, but then puberty was in full-swing for him, and this was the first time he’d seen a mare up-close since he’d started to become interested in them.

He whinnied a greeting to her, trying to make it as deep and masculine as he could, though his vocal chords insisted on making the noise just a little higher than he would have liked. He then suddenly remembered Musik’s presence, and, embarrassed about how obvious he was making his feelings, trotted to the other stallion’s side.

[jinxx]

A hearty chuckle emerged from his throat as Silver head-butted his shoulder, he turned around and returned one to the younger stallions' shoulder as well. His nostrils were widening, taking in the unfamiliar scent of mare. His ears were pricked together sharply, keeping his full attention on the creamy mare. "Oh I do. Haven't smelled that in quite some time. I wonder what she's doing here?" he replied to Silver. "She's gotta be in heat." he thought to himself, knowing that any sane mare would avoid the testosterone filled stallions of the badlands at all costs. Perhaps she was in want of a foal, or maybe she just wanted to tease them with what they could not have. Muzik squinted his eyes a slight bit, watching her canter past, his body aching to run beside her, but he held himself to the spot he had chosen.

The stallion finally tore his view from the mare, and looked over at Silver. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself, it was amusing in all reality. He hid a chuckle under his breath as Silver whinnied to the mare. Muzik shook himself, ridding bits of dust from his coat, starting at his head and moving to the rest of his body. Sweat still stuck to his body, clinging like a second skin. He secretly hoped the meeting would move from this spot quickly, he was anxious to get to the water.

[Silver]

Come and get me boys . . .
SANDRINE.

Oh yes, there were two of them; two delicious looking specimens, even if they were covered in dirt. Sandrine kept up her pace for only a couple more moments, then stopped and turned her head. Her expression suggested that she hadn’t actually been calling to them, and that she had only just noticed the pair of stallions. A smile fluttered across her face, and she slowly turned to face them. The young mare stepped towards them, deliberately slowly. Her small, light hooves trod carefully over the ground; each step was carefully calculated to show her body off in the best way possible. With a look at both of the stallions, she lowered her eyelids slowly and raised them in what could be described as a flirtatious batting of the eyelashes. She had noticed the younger one was blatantly obvious and slightly awkward about his reaction to her presence in the Badlands, whereas the older one was more composed. Just to put the younger one on the spot, she dipped her head in his direction and offered a greeting. “Hello darling,” she said. Her voice was mellow and husky, especially so during the times when her hormones raged freely. Her accent also became thicker when she was in such a state. “I was just looking for some water, and it is just so lucky that I ran across two handsome stallions who might know where a watering hole would be.” That statement was directed at the both of them now, and she gave a conspiratoral glance in the older stallion’s direction. He would know that she had hormones gallavanting in all sorts of unsensible directions, and he might also find out her enjoyment of his companion’s awkwardness. Sandrine inhaled, shivering when the sharp scent of sweat permeated her nostrils. “Now,” she said, turning her body round so that her backside faced the pair of stallions – this was actually done unintentionally, but as soon as her mind caught up with her fearlessness, she smiled to herself. What a way to up the ante. “Which way is the water?”

There could be some serious consequences to her position, but Sandrine was overly confident in her abilities. Her sisters often thought that her arrogance would translate into her downfall or even the sharp change of her life’s direction, but Sandrine had never paid attention to their chidings. What was the point of being alive if no one really lived? The buttermilk buckskin mare didn’t care about risks because she thought that it would never happen to her. She was young, reckless and so far nothing had happened to her, so why worry? It was time to have fun!

[Lioness]

The grey male swallowed as the mare approached them, and for some reason he fekt the urge to retreat behind Mezik for safety, even though the lighter horse’s bulk could never have hidden him successfully. He didn’t anyway, he kept his hooves firmly planted in the dirt watching her approach. He tried to pull himself together as she spoke, telling himself that she was just a horse, like Muzik, and the fact that she was female meant absolutely nothing; it wasn’t like she’d see him as a potential mate anyway, what with his big clumsy body, gangly legs and tatty coat.

“Uh, certainly Madam, Muzik and I just came from one.” He said, falling back on his old friend formality, but before he could say anymore, the mare had turned her back on him, presenting him with her posterior. Well now she was just being unfair; how was he, a hormone-filled teenager in mating season, supposed to resist that? By removing the temptation, of course. He wasn’t one of those stallions that like to force themselves upon mares whenever they got the chance, or at least he told himself he wouldn’t be when he actually was a proper stallion and not a hapless colt, but boy she was making this hard from him. Gathering his willpower, he side-stepped and walked forward so that he was level with her, meaning that all he could see of her was her head and neck, which, while very lovely, were not nearly as tempting as her backside.

“It’s that way.” He said, gesturing with his nose in the direction he and Muzik had just come, then he cursed himself, for the way he’d said it had made it sound like a dismissal, and he didn’t want to send this pretty filly away. “Uh, we could show you the way if you like.” He added, drawing himself up to his full height and looking towards Muzik for conformation. It was perhaps lucky that he was so young as otherwise he might have seen this other male as competition. As it was he saw his companion as more of a safety net, who would hopefully rescue him when he inevitably made a fool of himself. At that moment he was congratulating himself on his cunning excise to stay in her company a little longer. “May I ask your name, Miss?” He asked politely, though his voice had no taken on its usual friendly, happy tone.

It briefly occurred to Silver that this mare was putting herself in a rather dangerous situation; if he and Muzik had been males of a different calibre, well, she might very well have been taken advantage of. This thought arose a surge of protective instincts, quite absurd really, she could probably take care of herself just fine. Nevertheless he stepped closer to her, automatically scenting the air for any new stallions that might prose a threat. He just hoped she didn’t misinterpret his actions.

[Silver]

OOC: Sorry guys, but I think I'm gonna pull Sandrine out of this one, new rules and all. Sorry for disrupting the thread lovelies!!