Cliffs of Donegal||Wild Horse/Pony RP||Open

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"Let her go." Ronan snorted, finally finding a good reason for him to have charged into a violent situation. "Be content with your other pet there and be done." He continued with thinly veiled contempt towards the other mare, whom he had once pitied. Though those thoughts had quickly changed when he saw that the mare had indeed, unlike her peer, come willingly into the ebony brute's grasp. he spoke calmly, despite his heaving chest, the words coming from his muzzle, stubbornly rebuffing the stallion's earlier warning to leave. His adrenaline would keep him going far beyond the time of reason had passed. "-because if you pursue her further, I will make sure you are put in your proper place." Ronan was no longer thinking about his words, just simply speaking with no idea where his voice was coming from. He was a passionate stallion by nature, a hard headed idiot that took his drive from a lion's heart but still he would not put himself in a life threatening position without good cause. He took a step back, his tail still raised and ears still pinned back against his skull but the action was enough that he would no longer continue the testosterone fueled fight that had broken out as quickly as it had begun. Ronan heard the other mare race off behind him, but did not move nor turn around. He would watch this other stallion, and stop him if he chose to ignore his warnings.

[war paint.]

Thor nuzzled Fire's cheek; "Stay here please." The stallion bit the other stallion's cheek and ran after Pine snapping at her tail.

[EnigmaticJackal]

Pine
Mare|5YearsOld|WithThor?

Pine pinned her ears back and snorted squealing a warning at Thor. Her hind hooves shot out, snapping backward at Thor's head. Her teeth were bared in fury even though she wasn't facing the black stallion.

[•Jesus Saves•]

Spirit decided, he had to tell her someday. "Ginger?" he asked, looking at her. "Will you be in a herd with me?"

Ginger looked at him and said "Um sure." She knew sge'd end up leaving like she did every herd but she could never say no.

"Thanks, what do you want to do?" Spirit asked, glad she had accepted. It would be extremely uncomfortable if she said no, he couldn't imagine. Spirit climbed out of the water, smiling at Ginger.

Ginger smiled and said "I don't know um want to go to the valley?"She stepped out of the water her scent very strong now that she was out of the water.

[EnigmaticJackal]

(New mare)

Name: Pace
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Mare
Looks:
Breed: Icelandic Horse (They are called horses but don't get taller than 14 hands.)
Foals: N/A
Family:N/A
Personality: Pace is a quiet mare with a shy disposition. Because she is so small she has a hard time defending herself and even telling someone off.
History: Pace came from the finest of breeding stock. Because no other horse/pony breed was aloud to breed with an Icelandic horse the breed was as pure as it could get. She was separated from her small family group about a year ago and has been living in the hills ever since.
Other: She is around 13.2 hands high, a very short mare. Clifff

[Ashara]

[Accepted]

[EnigmaticJackal]

(Yay! I needed a pony character)

Pace
Mare|5YearsOld|InHeat

Pace grazed silently in the short grass. A cool breeze buffeted her scruffy coat, she didn't feel a temperature change though. From generations of Icelandic horses living in a world deprived of other equines they had grown pure. She swiveled her small ears, listenning to the sound of the wind.

[Ashara]

The scents of mares in heat was in the air. It was early spring, the winter snow was gone by now and new buds were beginning to grow on the trees while spring blooms sprung from the earth. There was still a sharp cold wind but Silver didn't mind. She was used to this weather by now. She knew her own heat scent would be joining those of the other mares soon making her tempting to the many stallions that roamed the lands. It rained often in Ireland so it didn't come the the light grey mares surprise when she felt the droplets hitting her back. She raised her head to look up at the large grey clouds filling the sky. She looked back to Bonnie about to speak but the other mare spoke first. Silver smiled and gave a nod of her head causing her long grey forelock to fall into her eyes. She shook her head throwing aside the wiry clump of hair out of her eyes. She then gave a snort of agreement "They're are a terrible amount of those large horses around these days" she commented. It seemed that now these horses almost out numbered the Connemara ponies who had made this place their home before all the others. In Silvers imagination the perfect stallion had always been one of her own breed, the large ones scared her slightly. They were so much stronger than her, they could easily force her to do things she didn't want. The rain drops grew heavier. "We'd better find some shelter" she suggested turning her head away from Bonnie to look around for any suitable trees.

She could smell it before the first drop had hit her back. Ireland in it's ever-present scent of petrichor, did flaw the natural ability that the equines possessed, making it harder to tell when exactly the next bought of rain would begin. Yet the horses managed, the sharp tang in the air warning them just before the first drops. Bonnie watched Silver's expressions, copying the mare when she raised her head to look at the storm clouds that were gathering thickly above their heads. Her mane was already beginning to plaster itself to her head and neck, causing an uncomfortable dampness that seeped down past her bay coat and into her skin. Bonnie nickered in agreement to Silver's suggestion of shelter. While she had been born into this constantly drizzling world, the bay mare had no fondness for remaining out in the exposed valley where the stream ran, while she slowly became soaked. She had taken to flicking her tail once or twice every minute now, her immediate response to the rain falling on her back was to treat them like flies as she plodded over to the grey mare's side. Content to simply follow Silver's path, to wherever the pale mare decided to lead them. Bonnie was more or less a follower, though she held the heart and patience of a saint, the bay mare had little in way with herself and that included the decisiveness to make decisions for herself in most scenarios. "So, those trees over there then?" The mare asked, following the mare's gaze as best she could and gesturing with her muzzle to a small and battered looking copse of trees jutting out sharply from the landscape.

Silver waited patiently for Bonnie to respond. The rain continued to fall on her body. Her mane was now plastered uncomfortably against her neck. The water rolled down her back in little turrents to flow back onto the grass. The rain was getting heavier quickly. The ground they were standing on was already muddy due to it being the edge of a stream but soon the rest of the area would be like this. It was easy to slip and fall. After a downpour like this was it was best for horses to avoid the cliffs, a slip near their edge would be fatal. Silver was glad when Bonnie plodded to her side. Silver gave a vigorous nod of her head as Bonnie suggested going to the small patch of tress that lay around 50 meters ahead of them. "Lets go quick before this gets any worse" Silver called a moment before she started moving. She set off at a rapid trot. The ground underfoot was already wet and soft she didn't want to risk a too high pace. She could feel the rain on her back getting stronger. Her eyes were intent on the trees up ahead. A small group of only around five trees clustered together. There weren't many trees out here. In many places one could see tree stumps, they had been cut down it seemed but why the grey connemara mare didn't know or necessarily want to know. It had of course been humans but this mare had never seen these only on rare occasions those two legged figures from afar. The trees up ahead were young trees not very tall but their shelter was the best they could hope for. Silver glanced over her shoulder away from the trees to see if Bonnie was following her. As she did so she slipped slightly on the wet grass but she managed to stay on her feet. Under her breath the small mare cursed slightly to herself but not a sound was to be heard with the noise of the rain.

[BIGBANGisVIP]

Fire followed Thor's command and stood in the cave staring at Ronan "Your a loser.." She taunted.

[Ashara]

{{Ehehehe yeah Vanilla, I saw your Keena post XD}}

Reilly glanced back for what may have been the seventh or so time, to his relief his mother was still grazing. If she had any clue that her colt was prancing about near the cliff edge, she didn't show it. The young male was making a game of it, seeing how far he could stick his head out over the edge before he spooked and pulled back. He had gotten his neck craned reasonably far out now, his overly ambitious and brave heart making the progress quicker than what most sensible horses would have tolerated. The dark colt could see some of the churning water below, the waves just ridding through the current before smacking against the rocks with a deafening crash. Quite suddenly another sound was heard during the lull in the wave's assault on the weathered cliff face. A shrieking whinny cut through the air, making the colt flatten his ears against his neck and withdraw back to his firm footing behind the edge of the cliff to look for the source of the sound. It had come from further down the line of the cliff and near the water, if his ears were not betraying him. From the corner of his eye Reilly saw his mother Keelin look up to, her nostrils wide and ears pinned in the same fashion as her colt.

"Do you think their hurt, mummy?" A voice asked from her side, causing Keelin to turn her head and meet the wide-eyed and questioning gaze of her colt. Had he been human he would have seemed about six, so she responded with the most care she could muster up from beneath and overwhelming urge to run and see why the mystery horse had called out so sharply. It was her achilles heel in a way, the dapple grey mare was always looking for something new to excite her next. "I'm not sure-" She responded, her words measured. "Let's go find out." She finished, taking off down the line of the cliff's edge to where the sound had originated. Her hooves pounded against the moor grass, a smaller quicker stride following in her wake.

Reilly followed the dark tail that was his mother, he was listening for the sound of waves on rock, wondering how on Earth a horse could have gotten themselves down to the bottom of the cliffs. Or if there was anything left of them now for he and Keelin to find. As he struggled to match his mother's pace, the dark colt realized that he could no longer hear the monstrous crash of the waves as they slammed directly into the cliff face. To slow down was all too easy, his legs were already crying out from the sudden violent exertion that had been put upon them. He moved to the cliff edge, his momentum still carrying him with surprising force as he skidded to a stop before the drop, showering the beach below with loosed pebbles. Reilly took a double take, his eyes finally registering what lay at the bottom of the cliff face. A pebbled beach. Reilly let out a squealing whinny as he stuck his head over the edge to look down on the beach, he could see a dark distinctly equine shape below him, and he hoped with all his might that they might hear him from up above and see that someone had heard them. Maybe he was actually going to be the hero he always pretended himself to be and maybe, he thought his mind picking up speed, this would be something his dad would have been proud of.

After Keena's fall there were a few moment where the mare thought to herself she must be dead or dying. The fall had knocked all the breath from her body. Her stomach and left side had been the first to hit the ground absorbing most of the impact. It was lucky that her legs and head had been the last. With a broken leg the mare would have had no chance of surviving. She would have never been able to leave this beach again. She would have starved down here. Horses being animals who need a lot of exercise who therefore tend to be extremely hard to keep still broken legs are nearly impossible to treat even by humans. So one could say the dappled grey connemara mare had been extremely lucky.

She lay flat on the beach for a while her eyes closest but breathing heavily getting her breath back. The pebbles that lay over the beach were digging into her so now she knew she was alive. She wasn't dying either she realized. Once she had realized this she started telling herself in her mind over and over again how stupid and careless she had been. She opened one eye cautiously expecting to see blood covering the sand and the pebbles. There was no blood so the mare heaved a sigh of relief. She closed the eye again and continued to lay on the ground readying herself mentally for the next step. Getting back on her feet. At this step she would really know how badly she was hurt. At this point she wasn't aware of the mare and foal making their wy down the path she had just fallen from.

A few seconds later Keena felt ready. She opened her two brown eyes to look again at the sand and pebbles before her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the blue grey waves lapping gently on the shore leaving slight frothy remains of water which had been churned out by the violence of the waves further out. The foam looked so soft and light to her now. It always had. She had tried eating it before. To her disappointment it had tasted nowhere near of nice as it looked. Get back to what your supposed to be doing she said to herself. Keena rolled slowly from her side to a more upright position. Her two front legs were splayed out in front of her while her back legs were hunched under her. Her front body was raised slightly above the ground. She felt no extreme pain just a small amount in her side whenever she moved. She made her next move quickly. She pushed herself up with her back hooves to a proper standing position. Her front hooves were still further apart than they should be and she stood with an uncertain shakiness but non the less she stood. Her eyes suddenly turned towards the cliff were the path was. A movement had caught her eye. What was that? The grey mare squinted upwards. Someone was coming down here to her secret place. In shock she stumbled backwards almost falling again. She regained her footing but now her heart was hammering nervously in her chest. Remembering why she had come here she clamped her tail down tightly against her rump. If a stallion came down here now she wouldn't be able to escape. She couldn't run yet, she was barely standing and anyway there was nowhere for her to run to. The path she couldn't run up nor could she go into the ocean. Nervously she backed up towards the water her hooves landing on the foam she had been gazing at moments before.