~Ƨнα∂σω ˩αи∂ƨ~ Semi Lit Wild Horse RP *Accepting*

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Dulce De Leche

Nick-Name
*DDL

Gender
Stallion

Age
*7



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Basic Description
Dulce De Leche is a muscular stallion with a stocky body, strong hindquarters, and sound hooves and legs. He is a Chestnut Rabicano Bald Face Blanket Appaloosa. Dulce De Leche's coloring is hard to come across, especially for his breed, so he is a beauty to behold.

Mane and Tail Color
Chestnut

Eye Color
Baby Blue

Height
15.5hh

Weight
1000.5 lbs

Personality
Dulce De Leche is a rather calm and level headed horse. Not too nose to the ground, but not pumped full of testosterone either. He doesn't flip out at every single problem in the world like some stallions will do. He is a courter, not a snaker, but he won't hesitate to beat down a challenger when presented with one. Dulce De Leche enjoys simple thing like running, finding it hard to stay in one area for two long.

History
Dulce De Leche was an oddball from the start. He was conceived rather late by horse standards and was born in a forest located on the mountain. DDL's sire was a strong stallion that had great pride in himself and his herd. His mother, a more domestic mare, had wandered off a bit to have privacy while she was in labor.

As the early sun greeted the misty forest, Dulce De Leche was just learning how to stand, legs wobbly underneath his compact body. His mother was quite surprised to find out that her son was not a normal color like her or her mate, considering both of them were solid Chestnuts, but she loved him anyway and took her foal back to the herd after he had gained his footing. There, the herd and DDL's sire were just a shocked as his dam, but they grew to accept him quickly.

Dulce De Leches first years are now a blur to him. Nothing eventful really happened during that time. He was kicked out of the herd at 2 years of age as any other stallion and soon became accustomed to being on his own. But as he wandered the land, he caught the attention of many wranglers and horsemen. His coloring was profound and hard to miss. Eventually, Dulce De Leche lost his freedom for a time, becoming a mount for a rather gentle handed man. The stallion became a show horse, his raw beauty making him a quick winner in the ring, something his owner loved, but did not necessarily expect. In the 3 years he was 'tamed', Dulce De Leche sired dozens of foals, each of which he never got to see. The stallion did not fret however and had warmed up to his new life of cozy comfort, that was until his owner passed away. The family wanted to keep the award winning mount, but decided to follow the will the man had left behind and set Dulce De Leche free once again.

That was several years ago however, and Dulce De Leche has lost his tameness over time. He has however not forgotten about his time in the stables as a man's mount.



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Rank
Bachelor

Mares in herd
None yet



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Distant Family
Not sure

Siblings
Doesn't remember

Parents
Sire: Whistlin Winds
Dam: Silent Night

Lead Mate
Impress me

Mates
None yet

Foals
Several, but DDL does not know their names


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Likes
Running, apples

Dislikes
Cold temperatures

Fears
Snakes, Fire, Lightning

Other
None

Example of Writing


The soft click of a riders boots against the cement flooring of the stallions barn could not be heard over the loud whinnies of headstrong mounts. Their protestant announcements of how vain they were reached deaf ears, for their were no mares in the vicinity. The only females being the female riders who came to collect their trusty steeds.

Tatiana was one of these female riders who sought out the power and beauty of a stallion, for she herself owned several, one of those beautiful horses being her most favorite. The tan skinned woman reached the beginning of a corridor and walked down to the center of it, clucking her tongue as a beautifully marked head stuck itself over a stall door. She smiled as the stallion nickered in return, lifing his lip in greeting while tossing his head. Tatiana soon reached her mounts quarters and stroked his velvet muzzle, chuckling as the Paso Fino whickered and tried to nibble on her fingers.

Tatiana let herself into her horses stall and examined ther stallion. He was a beautiful Chestnut Paso Fino with a creme colored blanket appaloosa marking that went from his rump all the way up to his shoulder. The woman tilted her torso downwards, running her hand over her horses barrel as she looked for any stains on his rabicano markings. Satisfied with not finding any, she went back to his front and looked at his handsome white face, again stroking his pink lip.

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((Accepted Haji, one more person and we can start))

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~When the wind blows over the land, and the sun spreads across the sky when a river bubbles over a bed and a magestic horse appears, you have something to live for~

Triant/Bachelor Stallion

Pound, Snort, Pound, Pound. A sleek black shape stripped across the land, it's legs long and forceful. Kicking up earth and rock letting the landscape blur around it, snorting and shaking its mane a horse was galloping. The clouds were white and puffy overhead letting the sun shine through them down onto the magestic steed. His nostrils flared and his tail soared out behind him like a banner swaying in the wind. He didn't have a destination, just to run and soar with the sky and the eagle that flew above him. Triant was no longer with his bachelor herd not that he ever had been to begin with, Triant came and went as he pleased never feeling and attachment to them they were just there to help him grow up and get a herd. Today was the day though Triant could feel it, the day he became a true band stallion and lived his life purpose just like his father once had and possibly still did today. The stallion sniffed the air for any mares then slowed his pace. The thuds died away and he walked across the ground now his black sides heaving from the run. Triant was a tall stallion buil like steel, he was muscular and ready to show off for anyone. Preferably mares. The stallion flicked his tangled tail and tossed his mane, even for a wild horse Ace tried to look his best but the rugged appearance suited him so he kept it as is. The stallion began waking towards a water source where he knew some herds would be with their mares.

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Apollo's Flints made Soft thudding sounds against the ground as he walked. The stud's harks swiveled around as he listened, hoping to find a lonely dove, waiting for someone to come and claim her as his, but Apollo wasn't the kind to just scoop a random mare up. and claim her as his own. He scouted for a mare, that had potential, and had a good head, and goood wits. He saw it as their choice wether or not they wanted to join. IF they did, fine. IF they didn't so be it. He wasn't one to push the mares into doing something, that's why he was so muchly respected. The stallion flicked his tail and snorted, hearing other hoofbeats comming towards him quickly. He looked down, from his hill, and saw a stallion, he ignored it, because he had no mares to protect right now, and it didn't bother him. He wasn't looking for a fight obviously, the stallion was probably just passing through.

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If you were just walking through this place, you would see a fast blur run right past you. You would wonder what it is, and your eyes follow the blur. And soon enough, you figure out it's a horse. A horse name 'Dash'.

Dash ran towards the watering hole at her fastest speed. Her chest was heaving from the time she was running like this. She wasn't going to stop though. Dash could see two stallions going to the watering hole, but didn't really seem to be bothered. They would probably consider her as a troublesome mare before they even met her anyway. It happened all the time. Due to her always running, they consider her a unisance before they even talked to her. Dash's white mane flopped around as her hooves beat up the dirt, dust flowing everywhere. Her hooves with extra fur were probably covered with sand by now. Dash decided to stop. She was right in the middle of the up coming stallions. She then started walking towards the watering hole.