Ⓢnowbound❉Ⓢouls|Ⓢemi-Ⓛit Ⓦild Ⓗorse ⓇⓅ|Ⓝeed Ⓜares

[mindless.]

Giving no vocal reply she shook her mane and turned. Yeah right. Like she would stay with a stranger. Trotting along again she forced herself onward. Her hooves felt like lead as she kept moving. Where would she stop and rest? Her eyes settled on a overhang not too far off. Should work for a bit. Cantering toward it she huffed and slowed, being extremely cautious she lied down, letting out a long breath and trying to relax.

[kay.]

Lucky sighed as he was alone once again. Dumbo, your going to be alone until next Spring! He thought to himself. Luck thought what he needed to do next. It was in between eating and cleaning. The wounds were all dried up, and he did not like the icky feeling, so a bath it was. He plodded to the river nearby, although it was frozen. Hmmm... The young stallion thought to himself again. He put one hoof on it. Nothing. He rested moore pressure on the hoof. Microscopic creaks, although no where enough to crack the ice. Sprint put all of his weight on the leg. Soon enough, the ice broke, and the stallion-in-training whinnied in shock, but just managed to get back. He stood at the side for another couple of minutes until he got back to himself. Then he started to do it all over the river, figuring out a pattern. There was alot of space in the still river now, and he could shiver into the river. The water was freakin' freezing! But the feeling of filthiness won over him, so he wobbled in. He splahed about, yelping and wincing as the biting water pinched a new part of open skin. Most of his wounds were cleansed now, exept the major wound on his forehead. So he took a deep breath and plonked his head into the water. After a couple of seconds, he took it out, the wound just an open cut. After a couple of minutes cleaning, Lucky Sprint climbed out of the river, quivering uncontrollably.

[--Miz--]

Bloody Mary had been searching for food not far from her primary source of water,her entire body the spittin image of her half brother Cavalo.Well,except her legs were more slender.That was really the only difference.Setes she longed to be near him once more,but inside she knew it was better to be alone.Any attatchment was painful in the end,what few humans she had liked taught her that.Pawing in a fiercer way at the thick snow the jet black mare released some of the anger that had arisen from the thought of the humans.

[mindless.]

Watching in silence as Lucky dove into the freezing water she was surprised. She was even bleeding and not willing to let her pelt near that water. The fact he did that and got back out was surprising seeing as he could freeze with that water on his pelt. Shivering herself she lied her head against her legs and settled. This sheltered area was pretty warm. Out of the breeze and the snow melted. Thea flicked her ears in a paranoid manner and huffed.

[kay.]

Lucky let out a shaky breath, the famous white mist appearing around his nose and mouth. His coat was much darker and was glittering in the light sunlight. Despite the coldness, he actually enjoyed his bath. His wounds were not infected and clean, furthermore the water droplets covered his scent from predators, which was great because he was easy prey now. With one more breathe in of the wonderful, freezing, refreshing, piercing air, he trotted into his clump of trees. He shook his head, watering the plants all around with the water droplets. He scented a familiar mare scent, although he pretty much ignored it.

[Crazycookiemonster]

Zaria::.

Stepping forward slightly just so she could grab hold of the branch, though I made sure that my hooves stayed on the grass. "Just take a small step forward," I mumble since there was a branch in my mouth.

((sorry WB))

[kay.]

.|:|NAME|:|.
Last Night's Rose

.|:|NICKNAME(S)|:|.
Usually called Rose or Rosie, occasionally Night.

.|:|GENDER|:|.
Mare

.|:|AGE|:|.
3 Years ¾

.|:|BREED|:|.
Editing


.|:|COAT COLOUR|:|.
Pitch black, with a white, small patch on her forehead

.|:|MANE AND TAIL COLOUR|:|.
Black

.|:|EYE COLOUR|:|.
Really dark brown, almost black

.|:|BODY FIGURE|:|.
Quite large, not skinny, quite plump and muscular actually


.|:|PERSONALITY|:|.
Rosie is quite a calm mare to hang out with, she is very friendly and usually gentle. She may be protective, worried and reluctant around stallions. She is intelligent and clever, caring and loving. She will help mares and foals in need of her.

.|:|HISTORY|:|.
Last Night's Rose was born wild not far from here, although her whole herd got captured by a Ranch that used up horses until they were weak, then released them. Rose was little then, but powerful and strong-willed, so they used her to pull heavy things anyway. She was close to death when they released her. She met an eagle, which she nicknamed Strong Wind. It was a freezing, misty morning where she could not see a thing when she met Strong Wind. The young mare managed to make out a dead branch sticking out of the snow, with an eagle perching on it. The eagle eyed her, then flew up with a call, which sounded like a 'Follow me'. She could not see her new friend anymore through the mist. She sighed sadly, then trotted onwards. After a while, she saw the eagle on a miserable-looking tree, and he gave a call to her. Behind him, was a rushing river. The eagle saved her life. The eagle had lead her to here, too, and sometimes he comes by when she needs him.


.|:|CRUSH|:|.
No one

.|:|MATE|:|.
No one

.|:|FOALS|:|.
None

.|:|HERD|:|.
Loner

.|:|FAMILY|:|.
Midnight Spirit (Mother, deceased), Last Cry Before Death (Father, deceased), Strong Wind (Eagle Brother)

[mindless.]

Thea looked toward Lucky but huffed as she was ignored. Sometimes being ignored was good. Shivering again she ignored the soreness of her side and uneasily closed her eyes. She was out of sight unless you were close but she smelled of lingering heat, blood and fear. Things that were obvious to predators that she hoped would ignore her too. Probably would make it easier to be found by Coal though. Thea told herself she would move. Later. Maybe.

[kay.]

Luck sighed. He couldn't ignore every mare. He whipped his head towards Thea, flickering his ears. "Want to join me?" He asked, knowing the answer. But maybe she'd go away if she said no. {WB}

[parlaymars]

|Style and Charm|
Coal - Stallion - Mares: Thea - His Herd - Getting Ready to Fight

Coal trotted up to Thea's hiding spot and caught the end of Lucky's sentence. He whirled, ears pinned to his skull.

"She's mine, you hear me?" he snorted angrily, eyes flashing.

{WB}