.:Listen To The Wind:. A Wild Horse Role Play.Accepting.

[country.girl]

[Yeah, maybe later]

Dark Knight

.:Stallion:.:Five:.:Happy:.:.Pure Black:.:Bachelor:.

Dark watched as she came into the small clearing. He smiled, "Well, this is it," he said, looking around at the small area. He walked over to the small pond and leaned down to drink, thirsty after today.

Jet

.:Stallion:.:Three:.:Happy:.:Lineback Dun:.:Band Stallion:.

Jet bit his lip as she asked the question. "Well, I came from a lone herd, just me and my mom. My father was killed in a fight, and I was left with my mother, and the rest of the mares who were scared and lost. I was said to look just like my father, and that I had a sister, who looked just like my mother. I searched for her, knowing if I found her, I would have the piece of my past. I was captured, but I escaped from the humans. I found my sister, though. You know, that red roan mare, well, that's her. I saw her during that twister last week. Nothing to big, but it is a little sad. What about yours?"

Scout

.:Mare:.:Four:.:Curious:.:Red Roan:.:Loner:.

Scout felt herself flush slightly. It seemed he knew just how to talk, and to make her flush, actually, "You seem like the kind of horse who would like to take care of those younger roses', like myself," she said with a smile. She looked at him, slightly amused now, and she started to wonder if this would be the stallion who she would start a family with. She was startiong to like him more than Off Course. Don't get her wrong, that cremello stallion was nice, but he seemed to be having troubles, and starting with a lone stallion seemed to be nice, also.

[trolls]

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Baciare il Terreno de Commando

.:Mare:.:3:.:Sly:.:Blue Roan/Dapple Grey:.:None:.

Baciare saw a quite handsome stallion go to the stream she was happily taking a dip at. She flipped her black mane to the other side of her neck and let out a greeting of a whinny she bobbed her head up and down and eyed him.

[iJabez]

Just Do It-(Nike)

.:Stallion:.:4 Years:.:Calm:.: Pure Black:.:Bachelor:.
Nike smelled Scout nearby. He trotted forward to find her.

(Sorry, wb gtg night!)

[misfits.]

Jezebelle

.:Mare:.:2:.:Amused:.:Chestnut:.:Loner:.

I look beside me, finding that stallion again. "Aha..I don't mind." I said, grinning slightly, and walking a bit ahead of the stallion. Nearby, was another stallion. He was jet black, with a patch of white on his face. He was also sort of handsome, and seemed like he was interesting in some mares too. Though, I continued to walk, on minding my own business.

[Make Me A Dream]

Amerigo

.:female:.:3:.:Happy:.:Champagne Palomino :.:Jet's:.
Amerigo look in his story. It was all so sad. At least she had some time to spend with both her mom and dad, as well as the rest of the herd. "Well I was born into a large herd, my father was a strong dapple grey stallion, a king among the wild horses where I came from. My mother was his lead mare. She looked almost exactly like me. At two I began to wander away from the herd, looking for my own herd and stallion. One day while I was away humans came and rounded up my whole herd. I watched from a hill as my herd was penned up. Since then I have been on my own wandering here and there." Amerigo said. She missed her herd but she was also happy to be here with Jet.

[trolls]

Baciare il Terreno de Commando

.:Mare:.:3:.:Jealous:.:Blue Roan/Dapple Grey:.:None:.

Baciare snorted as he went to the other mare instead. She lowered her head and slowly walked somewhere else. Feeling a bit envious of that mare, and she didn't feel like talking anymore. She continued walking and decided sometime soon, that she would confront the stallion alone. Maybe that would be better. She smirked to herself as she thought of that plan. She bobbed her head up and down as if agreeing to herself.

[Barron]

Update

I would like to thank everyone for joining my role play and making it should a great one. I don't think I will be accepting any new members, unless I ask them to join. All those who have a horse or horses already though are welcome to make new ones just post a form I'll know its you. Please note though that I am going to get a little harder over the rules, I would like veryone to talk a second and read the rules again. I am tired of some members not putting the heading, posting one sentence, and re-posting things a million times. We are trying to keep this a very neat thread, so please do your part and follow all of my rules. Now that breeding season is right around the corner and horses are getting to know each other I would like to bring up a good point. Foals that are born should be the right color, like you can't get a paint out of two soild horses, and you can't get a Bay from two white horses. Lets show everyone we are the real deal and are role playing horses the right way. Thank you for your time

[war paint.]

Maricus

.:Stallion:.:Five years old:.:Normal:.: Dappel Grey:.:Loner:.
Maricus smiled the stallion started to a slow walk flicking his tail.The stallion softly snorted smiling at the mare he lipped her shoulder.He tossed his head feeling happy that he was with a beautiful mare.

[grapejuice]

Dagger
.:Stallion:.:Seven Years:.:Amused:.un Tobiano:.:Bachelor:.

Dagger chuckled softly, noticing how she became slightly flushed after hearing what he had to say. He looked completely and utterly calm right now, but on the inside... a ticking bomb awaited to go off. All of his energy, everything within his power throwing him across the plains like nothing. But his ever relaxing mind kept him rooted to his current spot, with the perky and lovely young Scout. " Well lassie, I'll admit I'd hate to see any of ye young roses get picked by the wrong stag. Those of ye with thorns must watch out as well. All of these stallions have the same intentions don't ye know. As fer meself, I've always thought of finding some roses and settling down. But none of em seem interested in a lad like me. " He spoke with a slight frown, shrugging his shoulders in the best way a horse could.

(( Brb. Gonna whip up a new horse cause... he's awesome. ))

[haezel]

Fallen Sky

.:Mare:.:Three Years:.:Curious:.:Speckled White:.:Loner:.

Fallen smiles and looks around the cave, exploring it and giving it curious sniffs from time to time. She then looks over at Night and trots over to him.