Something's Fishy About This Boy

An entry for Fargonon's Desert Poecilia Slot Raffle! I probably wont win because raffles don't seem to like me much but if  did win I would be so happy and you can't win unless you enter! God I love the Poecilia mutation! It reinds me of all the cobra guppies I used to breed! I've moved on to bettas now but still adore the flashy patterns of guppies!

This drawing features the following horses:
2913 | IHS Versailles
1263 Lilium Nocte
2079 Nox Vocat
2035 Timore Nocturno

Story:

 The desert mares were put in a somewhat small pasture together, it was odd for them to be away from the main herd though they normally branched off from the mountain and plains ladies because they just didn't seem to to agree with them. That was beside the point though, the mares were on edge, a new enclosure had them curious about the surroundings. A quick sniff on the ground told Lilium that there had been a mare that was in estrus in here earlier, the weird smell caused her to curl up her lip. The other mares understood immediately why they were there but why all at once? Timore, much taller than the other two ladies, scanned the distance for intruders, there were none but there was about to be. A large bluish-black stallion pranced next to his handler while he opened the gait, a low nicker type noise could be heard coming from him. The mares grew closer to each other, Timore and Lilium out of weariness stuck to Bootycall's (Nox Vocat) sides. Bootycall pinned her ears, trying to get away from them, she put on a flirty air about her, this was going to be her stud and hers only. 
Versailles was set free and he instantly came bolting towards them until they were close enough for him to see their colorful and vibrant horns. He bolted in the exact opposite direction with a loud snort of alarm leaving the mares completely confused. "What the heck?" they mumbled to each other.
"He seemed so confident but now he's acting like he's never seen a fine lady before." Bootycall snorted, swishing her thick tail.
"Meh, I don't really care about boys anyways." Timore shrugged and began grazing happily.
Lilium nervously watched the stallion in the distance, he was the most handsome stallion she had ever seen, his tail was so pretty and his coat so dark. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Maybe Versailles noticed that Lilium was giving him the bedroom eyes or maybe the mare's scents caught his nose and blinded him of his fear but after some time he worked up his confidence and pranced back over to the ladies, the instant he started coming towards Lilium though she began running away, what if she disappointed the stallion? What if she wasn't good enough? Versailles followed her, arching his neck and nickering at her with his deep voice. The other mares followed too, Bootycall because she was pissed he didn't choose to take her and Timore because she didn't want to be left alone.

Versailles never did get alone time with the ladies because they were not in heat and therefore would not let him but this little social experiment did show who his favorite of the ladies was. Maybe he'd meet with her again someday? Maybe not. Either way Lilium couldn't stop thinking about him after that day and Bootycall is still salty about him not choosing her.
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+14 stats per horse