The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Blumenkranz]

(Sun burn sucks, especially on your shoulders and arms since it makes moving painful) (hmm around two years old)

[azhefa.]

{{I feel ya! It's so hot thanks to my A/C breaking yesterday and we're having a heat wave -.- Sun burns are the worst, I get them all the time thanks to my pale-ness >.<

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Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ☠ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs: 1 ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: None ☠ Tᴀɢs: Flicker, Pandemic's herd, and then Vegas

The bay stallion snorts as he trots closer to the lone mare, slowing to a stop a few feet away when she gives him a warning to keep away. He nickers to her and flicks his tail around as he lets his red-brown eyes trail over her beautiful coat, an oddity like his own since most bays in the area were more chocolate than a blood-red, "Why hello there, what might a beauty such as yourself be doing out here all alone?" Titan chuckles and moves to the side, turning to she could see just how muscular and strong he was as he checks her out, eyeing her strong haunches and flowing tail, he makes a not to himself to not get kicked by her anytime soon. He circles around her, but is sure to not get too close and returns to standing in front of her a few feet away like before, "I'm Titan, you are?"

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Sᴋʏ ☼ 2 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs: None ☼ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: None ☼ Tᴀɢs: Venus, Astria, Mystery, and Thunder

When the other stallion finally gives up and returns to herding the fillies, Sky is not far behind, keeping the same safe distance. The young stud was determined to talk with the fillies, he doesn't want to breed them or steal them away, they were too young for all that, he simply wants to talk with them and maybe play some games like tag or something. Sky was breathing a little heavy, but he wasn't gasping for air like he thought he would be, he must have more endurance than he had originally thought. He keeps dogging Thunder and the fillies the whole way to the herd, not once does he stop or look around, he was focused on the fillies before him.

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Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ✰ 4 Yᴇᴀʀs ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: Frost ✰ Pʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ ✰ Tᴀɢs: Frost

After breeding, Essence happily grazes next to Frost, the ache in her chest now a burning joy as she starts to think up names and what her foal might look like. She lifts her head and grooms Frost's shoulder for a moment before going to a nearby tree to lay down for a rest.

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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: None yet

The older mare snorts at some flies and moves off to a lusher patch of grass once the one she was at started to get too low. She shakes out her red roan coat and grazes for a bit longer before turning and heading over to the river for a drink. Rose trots up to the shore and wades in up to her belly before taking long drinks and then just relaxing in the water for a while, unaware of the drama unfolding downstream a few hundred yards away.

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Eʟʟᴀ ღ 1 Yᴇᴀʀ ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ღ No Hᴇᴀᴛ ღ Tᴀɢs: Phantom, Ghost, and Lucifer

She watches the older mare warily, but doesn't run away like she normally would have, this mare seemed nicer than the others. The filly slowly starts to relax as Phantom spoke to her, the sound of a motherly voice soothed her fear and created an ache in her chest, she so desperately wants a mother again. When the mare introduces themselves, Estella perks her ears forward and was about to speak her name, but the sudden appearance of a stallion makes her cower back and return to her fearful state. She pins her ears and stays behind Phantom as the mare faces off with the stallion, she doesn't want to leave since this was the only kind mare she has found so far and she doesn't know if there are any others. Ella glances over at Ghost, just as curious of him as he was of her, maybe more so since she hasn't really been around any foals her age or younger, "I-I'm Estella."

[dira.]

speak of the devil [devil] ; 16.3 hh ; thirteen ; thoroughbred x hanoverian

hello there. the names speak of the devil, though call me devil. i'm a thirteen year old stallion enjoying life with my younger brother, hound. you will meet him shortly. i am a thoroughbred x hanoverian mixed horse. i stand at a sixteen point three hands height and am a bachelor looking to start a herd with my younger brother. we are quite the duo, if i must say! i am a rather rude stud and have been known to hit first and ask questions later. i am harsh and see mares more as trophies then horses. my words are often dull and mean. i prefer to snake a mare without talking then to court and leave the mare a chance to say no. i am defiantly the dominate one here and am not afraid to show it. i have zero tolerance for dominate mares just like my brother. i am very assertive and when i fight over a mare i become overly aggressive. i'm defiantly not the friendliest stallion you'll ever meet but i do have a soft spot. foals. well, actually only foals that belong to me. i have a reputation of killing a few after i had snaked their mothers. the only other time i am friendly is with my brother, he and i are brother forever and we will always be there for each other, even when the times are ruff. besides those main traits i have a wicked temper if pushed to far. hound calls it the tick, tick, boom, stage. he is quite the prankster. i am also a fearless fellow, challenging stallions even greater then myself. i think very highly of myself too, its sort of like a habit! as far as history goes, me and hound follow our motto on this one, "the past, is the past and can never again be relived!" but if you insist. i was born first, three years before hound, to our dam, kiss of death. our herd was run by our sire at the time and his name was lone survivor. when i turned two, i wasn't driven out, for some odd reason our father only drove out colts at the age of five. though they would only be allowed if the promised to behave, which meant no fooling around with any of the mares. when i turned three, hound was born. hound and i instantly bonded because of our similar personality traits. when i turned five, hound turned two. we were heart broken by the fact that we would be separated. on the day that our sire was going to drive me out, he was captured by humans. being the oldest stallion left, i took over the herd with hound at my side. we had been able to keep the herd for about a month before an older stallion kicked us out and took over. though by then, we had covered every single mare except our own mother. the years flew past as we drifted from place to place. taking over herds just to lose them again. that about brings us to where we are today.

hell hound [hound] ; stallion ; 16.3hh ; ten ; thoroughbred x hanoverian

hello there, mate. my name is hell hound, though most call me hound. i am a ten year old stud living with my older brother, devil. i suppose you have already met him? anyhow, i'm a thoroughbred x hanoverian mix, maybe with some other blood lines mixed in there. i am a sixteen point three hands tall bachelor currently searching for a large band to take over with my older brother. we make quite a team, if i do say so myself! i am often referred to as the kinder one of our little group. though i'm harsh and strict on disobedient or dominate mares, ones who like to throw fits or act like their stallion has no control over them. i just can't stand mares like that. i have been told i am quite the charmer and that is how i normally seduce mares. meanwhile devil will just straight up snake a mare away, without giving any sign. i have also done this in the past but prefer courting. i try to be as gentle with my words as possible, unlike my brother, who spits out whatever he pleases, whenever he wants. most days i am acrid and unless i'm with my brother or with a mare a trust, i become a very sour horse. i'm the lesser dominate one, i more or less do the dirty work for devil and it sometimes pays off. On quite a few times, he has let me cover a few of his mares as a treat for my loyalty. still i am somewhat of a trouble maker and a daredevil. often challenging older lead stallions just for the fun of it, meanwhile, i sometimes pick up on a few tips and its good training. as far as history goes, me and devil follow our motto on this one, "the past, is the past and can never again be relived!" but if you insist. devil was born first, three years before me, to our dam, kiss of death. our herd was run by our sire at the time and his name was lone survivor. when devil turned two, he was not driven out, for some odd reason our father only drove out colts at the age of five. though they would only be allowed if the promised to behave, which meant no fooling around with any of the mares. when devil turned three, i was born. devil and i instantly bonded because of our similar personality traits. when i turned two, devil turned five. we were heart broken by the fact that we would be separated. on the day that our sire was going to drive out my brother, he was captured by humans. being the oldest, devil took over the herd with me at his side. we had been able to keep the herd for about a month before a stallion kicked us out and took over. though by then, we had covered every single mare except our own mother. the years flew past as we drifted from place to place. taking over herds just to lose them again. that about brings us to where we are today.

[these are my two new studs! i'll post when they are accepted c;]

[cautiousculpeo]

F L I C K E R
Mare|5 years old|Heat-2.5|Titan's Herd|Tags: Titan

Flicker swished her tail, watching Titan with the other mare sparked a slight note of jealousy, but she kept it to herself. The mare didn't look very interested. Letting out a slight snort she carried on grazing, feeling a slight stirring in her belly. She looked around, the stirring was fear, something the mare was used to. She was uneasy. Noticing just how far away the stallion was from her. She felt unprotected and vulnerable. The more horses around her the more she felt frightened of being snakes away.
She cautiously took a stride towards Titan and the other mare. When the stallion did not turn around and tell her to stay again she trotted a little closer, swishing her tail and snorting, ears pinned back.

[azhefa.]

{{Lol it seems like everyone is somehow related to each other, anyone want to be related to my characters? Titan can have a sibling or grown offspring up to 12 years old if anyone wants to be his son/daughter (: Lol a father/son team would be pretty fun. Sky could have a sibling or a parent, Essence can have a sibling, and Rose can have a sibling or offspring 8 years or younger.

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted c:) (well a lot of my characters were born into the roleplay which is why a lot of then are related haha, I think Dream and Pride are the only ones that I have that weren't born into the roleplay...oh and I'll post for Thunder when Astria or Mystery post)

[grapejuice]

Name;; Vegas Lights
Age;; Twelve
Gender;; Mare
Status;; Alert
Herd;; None
Tags;; Titan, Flicker

The mare was pleased to see the stallion this close up. He kept his distance as she's requested, but he was close enough that she could get a good look at him. Her chocolate brown eyes roamed over his body, noticing the rippling muscles beneath that rich blood bay coat of his, as well as what appeared to be battle scars. As she averts her gaze back to his, she notices he's now focused on her own body, which is rather muscular for a mare, mostly due to her Thoroughbred bloodlines. She whips her tail side to side, brushing off any flies that dared to land on her golden and white pelt. "Oh, a charmer are we?" The mare asks with a smirk, her attention now fully focused on him. Vega loved compliments as much as the next mare, but she knew they were usually sweet nothings, words that were only used to entice mares. "There's no need for compliments to get me interested, Titan. I saw that little feat of yours back there. Such power in a stallion like yourself is very impressive." Vega had to make it clear she was interested in him mainly because of how powerful he was. A powerful stallion meant better chance of survival, and also a better chance of passing on genetics. "I'm simply here because no stallion has been strong enough to hold onto me or keep a herd together. My last one was growing quite old, and had become lame with age. In order to avoid being snaked by any young bachelors, I went off on my own." The Thoroughbred cross had no attached feelings to any of her former stallions. You couldn't allow yourself to become attached, as you run the risk of becoming hurt if and when your stallion loses you. And so far, her last three hadn't been able to keep their mares. "The name is Vegas Lights, but I prefer Vega. It's much easier, no?" And the palomino sabino takes a bold step closer to the stallion, before she catches a moving figure out of the corner of her eye. It's his mare, his rather young mare, looking rather hostile with her ears pinned as she snorted. The older mare rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore her.

{{ My mare Honey could be related to one of your horses, Rebellion c: She's ten, almost eleven. Or she could be the mother of one, idk. }}

[♥ soft]

allayo
tags; gladiator & herd
grulla sabino w/gulastra plume
16.1hh medium crossbreed
five years old, pregz
gladiator's lead mare ♥

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Allayo groomed her dear stallion’s mane, sighing contently. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming – the calm before the storm, you could say – but whatever it was, she would not lose her stallion entirely. She knew that she could protect her friends, but she would only be able to do so from a stallion, for she was the type of mare that could dominate them. However, she could not fight her stallion’s battle for him, and while she could protect her friends from getting hurt she could not protect them from becoming another stallion’s mares alone.

“Thankyou,” she whispered. He had given her the most precious gift of all.

Moon’s terrified squeal shattered the peace. “Gator!” she cried, disappearing from her stallion’s side almost as soon as the words had left her mouth. She rocketed down to the river bank, powerful muscles rolling beneath her dusky skin. She could care less about who this intruder was or what they wanted, she was going to send him a very clear message – a physical one. She was never one for words, unfortunately. She appeared in front of her two friends, facing them, and using her momentum almost immediately went into a buck, striking out with force at the stallion. If Doe and Moon wanted a distraction, here it was. “Move,” she screamed, “Now!” As soon as her buck landed she lunged, driving her two friends away. She was counting on Gator storming in and preoccupying the intruder.

{ i'm open to siblings/relations, rebellion! ^^ my characters are actually connected by history. allayo's father and mew's grandfather were allies and lived in bordering territories. edit: and i just remembered mew's granddad had a foal with allayo's half-sister. so there you go! }

[Numbers]

{{Sweet}}

The harks of the creature perched upon her mass. Her shadowed figure among brown giants was all to frail. Spring air rushed through her nares, consuming her every movement. Her statue remind lifeless in the chilled air. A small nicker escaped her maw before returning to her meal at her feet. Her bright jaded orbs jutted from her black form. Lifting her muzzle she bickered softly into the open air. Not hearing a response, her form lowered as she moved out of the shadows. The sun beamed against her chestnut coat. The clean white spots refracted the suns warm beams. All in all, her orbs expressed every stunning feature of this young mare.

[Dark Moon]

Allayo's sudden appearance was a comforting one. It meant Gator wasn't far behind her. Moon watched as Allayo began to drive them away, and wasted absoulutly no time in fleeing. Hooves pounding desperately against the ground, Moon didn't glance back to see if Doe and Allayo were with her. The little chocolate mare was too scared to look. She feared Viking would be the only think she saw if she ran. Moon's eyes were huge with her fear, wide enough to show the whites.