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Breigo loped through the flower littered field on a warm autumn day. The sun was beginning to set behind him and there was a lovely breeze pushing him along. His hooves thundered across the ground and he reveled in his own strength and speed. It wasn’t often these days that he got away long enough to just enjoy being alone. He loved his herd more than anything, but sometimes he just wanted to run. He was grateful to Desvelado and Firefoot, knowing they would watch the mares while he was out frolicking like a colt. Emelin had nearly charmed her way into joining him, and he’d been half tempted to test the young mare’s speed, but in the end he had set off on his own.

Nostrils flaring with each breath, he glanced to the north and nearly broke all four legs when he clumsily came to a halt. Trying, and failing, to catch himself gracefully, he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But no. There, off in the distance, was one of the most stunning mares he’d ever seen. Her coat was like nothing he’d encountered and she struck a stirring silhouette. Hoping against hope that she hadn’t seen him nearly kill himself, he pranced toward her, strutting with all the grace he could muster.

The mare looked over at him as he approached before primly returning to grazing. Breigo snorted, not easily disheartened, and came up to her, rearing and nickering. With a quirked eyebrow, the mare gave him a calculating look.

”Hello.” she said with a small smile. ”You’re trying to be very impressive, aren’t you?”

Breigo fell back to all fours with a slight frown. He wasn’t used to quite this reaction from a member of the opposite sex.

”I like to think so.” he replied with a dashing smile. ”My name is Breigo. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

The mare nickered a gentle laugh. ”A fine name. And mine is Aloine.” She bowed her head gracefully and Breigo smiled wider, bowing in return.

”Why does such a fine mare as yourself find herself alone?” Breigo asked, craning his neck to show off his muscles better, making Aloine roll her eyes playfully.

”A mare such as myself is alone because I choose to be.” she replied.

”And why is that?” Breigo pushed.

”Maybe I simply haven’t found the right stallion.” she said in a sing-song voice. ”The last one left me heavier than I’d have liked.”

Breigo could feel his cheeks flush at her brash statement. ”Ah.” he coughed awkwardly. ”Well…”

Aloine laughed prettily in his face. ”My, you blush like a colt! You’ve never made a plump mare yourself?”

Breigo pawed at the ground and flicked his tail. ”Of course I have! I mean, that’s not...it’s just…” His ears flicked back as he felt them growing hot as well. ”This is a strange first conversation.” he grumbled.

Aloine tried to hide her grin by sniffing at the ground. ”I’m sorry. Would you rather discuss the weather or compare me to one of these flowers? ‘Oh, fair Aloine, how you put these plants to shame with your loveliness’.” she said dramatically.

Breigo couldn’t help but laugh. ”I’d have sooner compared you to the sun, for your beauty is truly blinding.” he replied.

Aloine’s brow quirked and she grinned wider. ”Well well, I’ve come across a truly charming stallion.”

”And I’ve come across a heaven bound angel made flesh.” Breigo said smoothly, bowing his head again in her direction.

He was surprised when Aloine craned her neck forward to put their noses close. He breathed her scent in deeply, a soft spiciness, and he felt himself drowning. Too soon, Aloine pulled away and began to trot west. Breigo watched her go with disappointment before she turned and threw her head at him.

”This is the direction your herd is in, correct? Don’t just stand there gaping, lead a lady.” she called with another laugh.

With a happy whinny, Breigo leapt forward as he began to lead the way home.

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Stallion: Breigo #85

In response to: Nothing, just Breigo meeting a pregnant Aloine.
Art/Story features: Breigo and Aloine
Word Count: 726

Aging: N/A
Healing: N/A
Pregnancy: Aloine P(1/3)

Items Used: Peanut wood!

Other notes: Yay, finally introducing my event mare, Aloine! She was...so hard to color, haha. Oh well. I still LOVE her. She's currently pregnant by stallion, Hakan . Apparently Breigo has a thing for collecting pregnant-not-by-himself mares.

Description

Breigo loped through the flower littered field on a warm autumn day. The sun was beginning to set behind him and there was a lovely breeze pushing him along. His hooves thundered across the ground and he reveled in his own strength and speed. It wasn’t often these days that he got away long enough to just enjoy being alone. He loved his herd more than anything, but sometimes he just wanted to run. He was grateful to Desvelado and Firefoot, knowing they would watch the mares while he was out frolicking like a colt. Emelin had nearly charmed her way into joining him, and he’d been half tempted to test the young mare’s speed, but in the end he had set off on his own.

Nostrils flaring with each breath, he glanced to the north and nearly broke all four legs when he clumsily came to a halt. Trying, and failing, to catch himself gracefully, he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But no. There, off in the distance, was one of the most stunning mares he’d ever seen. Her coat was like nothing he’d encountered and she struck a stirring silhouette. Hoping against hope that she hadn’t seen him nearly kill himself, he pranced toward her, strutting with all the grace he could muster.

The mare looked over at him as he approached before primly returning to grazing. Breigo snorted, not easily disheartened, and came up to her, rearing and nickering. With a quirked eyebrow, the mare gave him a calculating look.

”Hello.” she said with a small smile. ”You’re trying to be very impressive, aren’t you?”

Breigo fell back to all fours with a slight frown. He wasn’t used to quite this reaction from a member of the opposite sex.

”I like to think so.” he replied with a dashing smile. ”My name is Breigo. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

The mare nickered a gentle laugh. ”A fine name. And mine is Aloine.” She bowed her head gracefully and Breigo smiled wider, bowing in return.

”Why does such a fine mare as yourself find herself alone?” Breigo asked, craning his neck to show off his muscles better, making Aloine roll her eyes playfully.

”A mare such as myself is alone because I choose to be.” she replied.

”And why is that?” Breigo pushed.

”Maybe I simply haven’t found the right stallion.” she said in a sing-song voice. ”The last one left me heavier than I’d have liked.”

Breigo could feel his cheeks flush at her brash statement. ”Ah.” he coughed awkwardly. ”Well…”

Aloine laughed prettily in his face. ”My, you blush like a colt! You’ve never made a plump mare yourself?”

Breigo pawed at the ground and flicked his tail. ”Of course I have! I mean, that’s not...it’s just…” His ears flicked back as he felt them growing hot as well. ”This is a strange first conversation.” he grumbled.

Aloine tried to hide her grin by sniffing at the ground. ”I’m sorry. Would you rather discuss the weather or compare me to one of these flowers? ‘Oh, fair Aloine, how you put these plants to shame with your loveliness’.” she said dramatically.

Breigo couldn’t help but laugh. ”I’d have sooner compared you to the sun, for your beauty is truly blinding.” he replied.

Aloine’s brow quirked and she grinned wider. ”Well well, I’ve come across a truly charming stallion.”

”And I’ve come across a heaven bound angel made flesh.” Breigo said smoothly, bowing his head again in her direction.

He was surprised when Aloine craned her neck forward to put their noses close. He breathed her scent in deeply, a soft spiciness, and he felt himself drowning. Too soon, Aloine pulled away and began to trot west. Breigo watched her go with disappointment before she turned and threw her head at him.

”This is the direction your herd is in, correct? Don’t just stand there gaping, lead a lady.” she called with another laugh.

With a happy whinny, Breigo leapt forward as he began to lead the way home.

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Stallion: Breigo #85

In response to: Nothing, just Breigo meeting a pregnant Aloine.
Art/Story features: Breigo and Aloine
Word Count: 726

Aging: N/A
Healing: N/A
Pregnancy: Aloine P(1/3)

Items Used: Peanut wood!

Other notes: Yay, finally introducing my event mare, Aloine! She was...so hard to color, haha. Oh well. I still LOVE her. She's currently pregnant by stallion, Hakan . Apparently Breigo has a thing for collecting pregnant-not-by-himself mares.