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

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( Then I gotta go out and find me a man... wait, no. That's creepy. I'm merely a preteen. XD )

[JJRose]

((you get preganat I will find you abd back hand you haha JK))

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( *Strokes cheek fearfully.* No backhandy. Fine, I not be lazy. But I have no choice, I gots WB. :< )

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Dash grinned. she felt better being in a band, she hadn't been in one for such a long time. Not to many stallions were interested her for her speed. Sure, Dash was beautiful. After they see her speed, they find some other mare. Now, Dash had a big urge to run. All she did was, move her hooves a bit and drink from the watering hole. Dash often had these urges all the time when she was standing around. She would be okay if she was walking or running. All because, she wanted to make her twin sister, Lili happy. Dash didn't see her anymore, but they could feel each other in their hearts.

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((I'll reply later Belle... I'm working on something, I won't forget. Promise. :3))

[kellyc]

((Sorry I haven't been on in a while..))

Shards of the Sky
[size=85]Pieces snorts, her amber eyes wide open. She had trotted back up by the mountain, as she had gotten extremely bored by the watering hole. She started to trot at a fast pace, showing some Standardbred lines from her mother as she started to pace with ease. She wasn't as fast as sulky racers, but she moved well above a regular trot. As she started to canter, her muscles started to relax into a singular flow of movement and.. life. She still leaned on her right quite a bit, but she still moved with ease and perfection. She stayed, cantering at a quick speed, for quite a long time.
She slowed down, and she had ended up quite far away from the watering hole, almost to the edge of the forest. She snorted slowly, knowing that the forest was full of predators, but her curiosity got the better of her. She started her first steps toward the forest. [/size]
Above the Clouds
Dally watches the horses, her attention span low, and her eyes settle on a few stallions and some mares. She blowed, a long sigh-like sound that lasted for about ten seconds, before nipping at some grass and walking closer to the watering hole again..

[HajiBaby]

Dulce De Leche turned to face the mare after she had spoken. "Perhaps a bit." he replied jokingly. "Mud is a pain to get out of hair." he said, then reached his muzzle out to sniff her a bit. "My name is Dulce De Leche. Its a pleasure to meet you Six

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repost X3

[burnham]

Six rolled her eyes playfully. "Are you one of those prissy stallions?" she asked as a muscle on her shoulder twitched, sending the fly that had landed there buzz off. "But it's nice to meet you too." The mare flicked her tail, shaking the last bit of dirt off of her buckskin coat. "Do you have a herd?" she asked as one of her ears twitched back, hearing the sound of a wood pecker in the distance.

[HajiBaby]

The colorful stallion snorted. "Prissy? No. but I have spent time with the humans as a show horse." he said, also hearing the woodpecker. "And no, I have no herd. Ive been wandering by myself for quite some time now." Dulce De Leche calmly answered, looking over a random stallion that was trying to snake a mare.

[king_bear]

Ardanwen



Nick-Name
Arrow, most of the time.

Gender
*Female*

Age
Around 8. Nobody's sure, not even she herself.



Basic Description
A dark chocolate brown mare, with intelligent brown eyes and a small sock on her backleg. On her left side, she has a scar over her eye, due to a fight with an angry stallion. Her mane and tail are a fancy blonde colour, and very long.

Mane and Tail Color
Blonde.

Eye Color
Brown

Height
16,9"

Weight
581 kilos

Pregnant?
No



Personality
Ardanwen is a withdrawn, lone mare. She mostly travels around, not joining herds and always being alone. Though she prefers this way of living. Since her herd and home were destroyed by a hostile herd, she is very shy and fearful, and will not let others come too close. She has no mate, no crush, and tries to be alone as much as possible. But, on the other side, she is searching also for someone who will understand her, someone who can pull her through her barrier of pain and lost, who can make her a happy mare again. Someone who doesn't think she's stupid and weird, just because she has a traumatic experience in her past, which makes her how she is.

History
Ardanwen was born in the middle of a cold october night. Her mother took care of her, just like every other mother would do, but her father abandoned her. He thought that the foal wasn't his, but someone else's, and for that reason he didn't liked her, ignored her and at the last moment abandoned her. Her mother couldn't live without her father, and she followed him with Ardanwen. But her father didn't wanted Ardanwen with him. He convinced her mother to leave her behind, so they did. At the age of two months, halfway december Ardanwen was left in the middle of the forest, no one who would take care of her. She was found by a old mare, Faith, who took care of her like it was her own foal. Ardanwen grew up, Faith grew old and Ardanwen was there when Faith died. She started a search for her parents, found them and they lived 'happily' together. For two days. Until the hostile herd their herd attacked. All horses except Ardanwen were killed, including her mother and her father. Now she wanders around, traveling on her own, searching for answers she would probably never find.



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Herd
None

Rank
Loner



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Distant Family
Probably a sister or a brother, very far away. She has never seen them.

Siblings
Brother or sister.

Parents
Both dead.

Foals
None







Likes
Ardanwen likes being alone, thinking of stories and dark places. Her hobbies are telling stories to herself, since she has no one to tell them to, running in the rain and sleeping.

Dislikes
Crowds, herds, sunny, warm weather, any type of cat-like animals, predators, the horse-colour dark brown and the normal colour blue.

Fears
She fears death, most stallions, falling, and small spaces. Yes, she is claustrofobic.

Other
No.

Example of Writing
Nivya pricked her ears, looking around. A week ago she was born, and there was so much to explore. Nivya was a small, but strong foal, with a slight recognition of her father's breed: the Arabian. Her stronger, more draft-like side was gaven by her mother, a halfblood Andalusian.
The sun was shining directly into her face, and she blinked a few times. Around her were the horses of the Pilgrim Herd calmly grazing. She was part of it, so were her father, mother, and the rest of her bloodline.
'Nivya?' A high voice behind her asked. She looked back, looking straight into two big, friendly eyes. Her mother's. Her mother was a beautiful dappled rose grey mare, with big brown eyes, with a slight tint red.
'What is it?' She asked. Slowly she unfolded her legs under her body, and stood up, however, her long legs were still not very stable.
'You're awake.' Her mother said. 'Are you coming? We are going to the Horadr. You have to be there also.' She explained. 'You'll be introduced today.' Nivya nodded. 'I'm coming.' She walked forward, being in between her parents. Her father looked to her, a small glare in his eyes. Her father was a beautiful pureblood Arabian, a black stallion, with four white socks, and a small spot over one eye. Only that eye was bright blue, the other was dark brown.
Nivya saw her father looking at her, but didn't payed much attention to it. She was so excited. Her first Horadr! Her parents had told her after a few days. Then she didn't totally understand, but after asking a few things about it to Amr, she did understand. The Horadr was a meeting. They would tell the story of the Creators of Marown, and then the lead stallions and mares, and the Creators themselves, or the ones which were left, would come forward. She'd see the three Creators for the first time. From the five Creators at the beginning, there were only three left, as her mother told her. Wireth had grown old, though it wasn't known about Creators they could die from age. He had lived a long, happy life and had died at the place he wanted to: in the depths of the ocean, in some kind of underwater-paradise. Then there was Sinbad, who had been attacked, by a buffalo, while he was attacking the buffalo. He hadn't survived his injuries. The only point was: the buffalo didn't knew it had been Sinbad, and if he had, he'd never attack him. Though he had been killed, for killing a Creator. That had been Nutski's idea. He'd killed the buffalo, his offspring and his mate. To have revenge. Nivya didn't though that had been useful and wise, but she couldn't do anything to it, since it was far before her time.
At the Horadr, they'd commemorate Sinbad and Wireth also.
Rovrnr called them; they were too slow. Her parents started trotting, and Nivya followed, using her long legs in a clumsy way.
After what seemed hours, they reached the place they wanted to get to: the Horadr Circle. One fifth part water, one fifth part snow and ice, one fifth part savanna, one fifth part grown full of trees and one fifth part grassy lands. Only one other group was there yet. The offspring from Nutski. The wolves were growling at their part of the circle, the cold ice beneath their feet melting, their breath was mist in the air. Nivya stiffened. She knew that if they ever attacked another group, they'd be banned from Marown, but she was still afraid. There, in the front of the wolves, was the most powerful, most known and most dangerous wolf ever. Nutski. Now she knew why he was chosen to be Creator. His coat was coalblack, he had blue eyes, which glared grimly, and one white stripe all over his forehead, nose, throath and chest made him recognizable as Creator. He growled softly at the view of the herd, without their Creator. Nivya recoiled. 'It's allright.' Her father whispered. 'He won't hurt us. Mochuk will be here in a minute.' He nodded, looking at her. 'It's allright.'
Not very long after their arrival at the Circle, Firyur and his descendants arrived. They landed in the forests, on the trees. At the front, there was a small tree with only one branch. One of the eagles landed there. Of course, it was Firyur. A pale brown colour all over his body, white inside of his wings and two frowning eyes above a sharp beak. His sign was a blue spot over the point of his beak.
When Nivya looked up from the spot, she saw the next group had arrived already. A splash. Two fins. And a dark grey, friendly looking dolphin shoved himself on a small piece of land. His belly was white, and his back a darker shade. He had no Creators sign, but that wasn't awkward, since there had never been something like a Second Creator. Though Nivya was sure he was the new leader of the water beings.
A roar behind her. She jumped around, just to see the savanna predators arrive. Now they were closed in. Between the water beings and the savanna predators. If any of the predators around here would attack, she wouldn't come very far. But her father had told her not to be afraid, so she didn't.
'Where are we waiting for?' She whispered to her dad as everyone was on their place. 'For Mochuk.' Her father told her. 'He and his herd will come here soon enough. Without him we can not start.' Of course. How could she forget? The horse she wanted to see the badliest. Mochuk. Lord of the Horses, Creator of the most of the beings on Marown. Her first time. The Horadr was held every 365th sunrise. Today, it was the day of the 429th Horadr. Firyur had grown old, his feathers were loose, but he had still that wise look in his eyes. Nutski had grown old, his coat had a grey tint, but he still had that dangerous look in his eyes. And Mochuk? She had no idea.
One of the horses who had watched, reared and whinnied. 'They're coming!' Nivya stared at the edge of the valley, she heared horsehooves, but there was no sign of them in view. Then, they appeared. Mochuk wasn't visible yet, but an enormous herd of horses appeared into the valley. Every horse in our herd kneeled down. Nivya tried also, but she couldn't fold her legs under her body as the other horses did. At the last moment she just let herself fall down on her knees, with a thud she hitted the ground and rolled over.
Quickly she pushed herself in the uncomfortable pose, but this time she was stable enough. The horses cantered along, there were so many. She couldn't see if Mochuk already had come forward. Until a voice began to speak. A deep voice, coming from the ground. Nivya pushed herself on her legs, and disappeared in the crowd of horses, crawling forward. She wanted to see what was happening. 'Nivya! Come here!' Her father said. But she ignored him, and finally reached the front. There was a small hole in the ground, which she hadn't even seen. A face had appeared, made from sand, and it was speaking to her now. 'Today, I will open the 429th Horadr.' The face said. 'Though I myself have a special announcement. Since this is the 429th Horadr, and we agreed 428 Horadrs back, that this day, we are having a special task. Wintou and his family will not join, since their body does not able them to go on land.' The dolphin shove a little bit back in the water. 'Though I can inform you that Nutski will hand over a pack member, Rogun will hand over a group member, Firyur will hand over a member and Mochuk will hand over a herd member.' The voice was slow, and Nivya started to bore. Nothing interesting. 'Let the Horadr begin.' Then the face disappeared, like it was pulled back in the sand. She stared at it.
She hadn't even noticed the horses behind her had made a path through the herds, and that she was in the middle at the end of it. 'Nivya!' One of her parents shouted. 'Go beside!' Nivya turned around, stared at two hooves, then her look glided up, from the thin, but strong legs, to the wide chest, a proud neck and then... Mochuk. A dazzling beautiful horse. Mochuk was a palomino stallion, but so light he looked like a white. His manes were pure white, his eyes both a stunning colour of brown and... He was a Andalusian.
'Go beside!' Her mother screamed again. But Nivya couldn't move, because of the view on the stunning stallion. Then, under his thick forelock, a redbrown spot, in the shape of an eagle, showed up.
Quickly Nivya went beside, kneeled down as the other horses, one leg stretched forward, the other folded downwards under their body, and she bended her neck, staring at the ground.
'A new one.' The stallion said. His voice was deep, but not low. He was wise, you could hear it. 'Who's foal is this?' He asked. Quickly Nivya's mother came forward. 'Your name.' Mochuk said. 'Viranna.' Her mother said. 'Viranna of the Cold Meadows.' She stared at the ground. 'Viranna. It was your decision to bring your foal here. You could have told her the main rules, before you went here.' He said. 'Speak.' 'I- I wanted to, and I told her, but... She wouldn't listen... I told her how important it was, but she didn't care...' Mochuk turned to Nivya now. 'You have been an unpredictable foal, young one.' He said. 'I don't know how you do it, but for this time... Go.' He said. Nivya stood up and followed her mother, who was whispering a discourse to her.
She didn't payed attention to it, but kept staring, and looking back to Mochuk, who started his part of the story.
'Today, I will give you one follower, to complete the task. I have changed my mind.' A 'ooo' went through all the groups. 'I am not giving you one follower. I am giving you two.' A sigh went through the public. 'Daughter of Viranna. Come forward.'
Nivya stiffened. He meaned her! She walked back, with stiff, small steps. 'Your name.' Mochuk said without looking at her. 'Nivya. Nivya of the Sunrise Meadows.' She whispered. 'This foal will be one of my followers. Since the task must be completed with youngsters, I ask you to give a pup, a cub and a chick.'
For the first time Nutski opened his mouth. 'This was not the agreement, Mochuk. We would all give one follower, not you two and the rest one. If you give two, I will also. Myric! Fesna!' He howled. 'Come forward. You will go with the others.' Two wolf-pups came forward. Firyur shook his small head. 'No. I will not give two. You'll have to do it with one.' He said. 'Arkath. This is your turn.' He said. A eagle chick flew forward and landed on a branch behind Firyur.
'And you, Rogun?' Mochuk asked. 'I will give two, as the rest.' Everyone looked at Firyur. 'Well, then I'll give two also. Nint.' A second chick flew forward and landed next to the others. 'Virkah. Ammor.' Rogun said, and two dangerous looking lion cubs came forward.
'Mochuk.' Firyur said. 'A second.' Mochuk nodded. 'Amr.' He said. Nivya's mouth almost fell open. Amr? She was going with Amr? Amr came forward. The small strawberryroan colt joined Nivya. 'Now we are complete, I will go with the followers.' Mochuk said. 'I'll tell them what to do. Viranna will take over my part in the Horadr.' He said, and he walked away, with all the youngsters behind him.
Nivya looked back at her mother, who blushed but still came forward.
The followers followed Mochuk to a cave, where they went in. On the walls there were all different kinds of drawings. 'Your task is, to search for the Gemstones.' Mochuk said. 'There are five of them. Amethyst, Ruby, Diamond, Onyx and Sapphire. Amethyst belongs to Rogun, Ruby belongs to me, Diamond belongs to Firyur, Onyx belongs to Nutski and Sapphire to Wintou.' He paused for a while. 'The point is, we have no idea where these stones may be. Once, a very long time ago, they have been stolen by a creature not from this world. You have to find it back.' He said. 'Go now, and find the Stones. They're very, very important.' He said.