тʋяиιиɢ ρσιит cяɛɛκ | farm RP | accept horses, dogs, & cats

[gailagj + doglover]

Milo smiled at Snowdrop, "It's fine. It's all my fault... Have you seen Arion?" All that was on Milo's mind was Arion. He wanted to know if he was ok.

[Ғαℓℓɛи Ƨтαяƨ]

Username:
BTRusher1239
Name:
Wild Runner
Species:
Horse
Breed:
Shire
Gender:
Female
Age:
3
Personality:
Cocky, and flirty, can get angry for no reason, she hates when somebody hates her
History:
None
Family:
None
Mate:
none
Crush:
None
Other:
None

[Colonel Sarcasm]

Snowdrop shook her head "I haven't seen him, he's probably in the stables right now"

[gailagj + doglover]

(Accepted)

(Kitty, use three to four COMPLETE sentences please.)

Milo shrugged, "Can someone just go get the old horse before I explode!" He hissed, stretching out his paws with a mewl of pain. He just wanted Arion to be ok. What if he wasn't ok? Milo would die for this horse, it was all Milo's fault anyway!

[Colonel Sarcasm]

(ok it's just hard for me sometimes)

"No no no don't move!" screeched Snowdrop at the sight of her hurt brother moving. "I'll go out and find him." she turned to Malcom "You even lay a single hair on my brother I will claw your eyes out!" she hissed and went out the pet door toward the stables. "Now where is he..." she said to her self "There he is!" she said when she saw Arion. She padded back to the house "Yeah I guess he's ok right now he's chatting with some of his friends." she saide to Milo

[white . horse]

Username:
white . horse
Name:
Midnight Dynamite (Midnight).
Species:
Equine.
Breed:
Tennessee Walker.
Gender:
Stallion.
Age:
11 years.
Personality:
Midnight is shy. That's pretty much it. But, it is hard to make friends with him. He likes to be away from others, so winning his heart or his friendship can be hard. I would go for it though, he usually needs a shoulder to lean on.
History:
Midnight was born on a small farm before coming to Turning Point Creek. His family loved him so, but had to sell him off because they were losing money. He came to TPC to live with the other horses.
Family:
His mother is still at his birthing home and his father is unknown.
Mate:
None. Win his heart though, it will be hard.
Crush:
None.
Other:
coco.




Username:
white . horse
Name:
Here Comes The Fire (Fire).
Species:
Equine.
Breed:
Paint Horse.
Gender:
Mare.
Age:
8 years.
Personality:

"To start off, I am blind. I cannot see one thing. The up side to that, is that all my other senses are impeccable. I can hear from miles and miles away, and I can picture what a horse looks like by them talking to me. I can feel a horse present even if they make no sound. Even though I can't see my friends, I know that they won't turn on my back. That's just mean. I would tell you how I got blind, but you shall first be my friend. I could see until I was 4, so I have been blind for 4 years. Don't take advantage of me because of my disability, I will get you back, I promise."

Fire is a strong and brave horse. Even though she is blind, she knows her way around everything and can picture what you look like in her head. She is an amazing horse, don't take her for granted. She will get you back, as she said above.
History:

Fire was blinded in a fire, ironically, for her name is Fire. She was going to a jumping show, and the stalls were packed, people running around getting their horses tacked, something was bound to happen. She was put in her stall, and she paced around, feeling a little muggy. She neighed out to other horses, but none would listen. That night, she smelled smoke from the top of the barn, and neighed again. More horses started to listen, them neighing back. Flames started to burn the hay, spreading to the wood stalls. She heard fire trucks come in from outside, and she reared. People were grabbing the horses around them, and she was left alone. Fire is a smart horse, and so she bucked the door, again and again. She finally managed to get out, running in all directions, trying to fun the exit. After many minutes of this, she dropped down to her knees, her eyes burning. She layed there around the flames, until someone wa yelling in the barn, calling her name. She snorted and neighed, and the man came to her side. She got out if the burning barn, and if that man didn't come sooner, the barn would of crashed down on her. Fire couldn't see anything, but all of her senses are perfectly fine. She never found her previous owners, and lived with the man that saved her life at Blackberry Hill. Fire and the man who save her were never able to see again, and people don't know why they were blinded. The most popular reason was a chemical accident was in the barn, burning their eyes. She lives a happy life, but she isn't retired. People still ride her like a regular horse, but she needs more guidance. She has entered many shows and did very well, and she is one of the most sweetest and loving horses in the barn.

Family:
Her mother and her father are unknown. Since she was rescued from a fire, the only things they could figure put were her breed (testing), age (teeth) and her height (measuring, obviously).
Mate:
Wants. She wants to be the lead mare, but she wants to find a mate too.
Crush:
None. Win her heart.
Other:
coco.

[gailagj + doglover]

Accepted~

[white . horse]

{{ Ok : D where should I jump in? }}

[gailagj + doglover]

{{ Ok : D where should I jump in? }}

(Most animals are gathered around Milo since he was spelled upon by death and was granted one last life. (he got hurt but he is alive lol) and he just got back from the vet. I have Milo (kitten), Calloway (dog), and Damun (horse), who are currently open to RP~)

[white . horse]

Fire snorted, the grass around her muzzle spreading from the blow. She neighed, looking around for some other horses, but not really looking. Maybe she could make some friends here, but that will be hard, despite her disability. She walked slowly, feeling Midnight close to her, about a couple feet away. She started cantering, shaking her mane, throwing up her heels. Her long chestnut tail whipped flies away, her long legs holding up her strong muscles and perfect body size. She walked over to a large tree and scratched her body against it, relieving her. She whinnied happily, closing her eyes over her cloudy blue orbs of eyes. She wished she could be like other horses, being able to see. She wished that she never went to that show, the fire and smoke burning her, inside and out. She is scarred for life now, scared of any heat of fire. She is still strong and brave, and can try to get through her -phobias, for her freinds and the rest of the horses. She always thought she could be a good leader.

Midnight tossed his mane, watching the blind horse pass by him. His pure white coat with little black splotches shone in the sunlight, warming his skin underneath his coat. He whinnied happily, wondering what other horses thought of him, one of the new ones. He walked slowly by the white, painted fence, hanging his head low. He wished he had a friend to talk to, but he can barely talk to other horses. He gets scared and cautious, dropping his hindquarters to the ground like a professional western cutting horse, but more scared and frazzled than confident like the western horse. Then he runs away, making sure that horse could never see him. He then tries to tell himself he will get better, but he never does, since he was a yearling. He sighed and kept walking, listening to his tan hooves click against the hard ground.