Wild Horse RP || Limited Spots || Accepting

[extraterrestrial]

{Your always open to join in again Omoz. x3}

Adira shook out her mane; noticing that she was on her own recently. Adila was gone. Her blue eyes narrowed lightly at the thought of where she was, or what Burn had done if she had run and he had found her. The blue roans sides were wide, as late into winter as it was. She shook out her mane, growing uneasy where she stood.

Burn snorts, lowering his head to ram into Midnight's side again. What the dove didn't realize was her heroism would not match his force. He snorts and takes a step back, covering the cave and moving to out of your reach. "Last chance to leave mare, and I suggest you take it" He snorts taking a quick glance and noticing Adila was not in the cave any longer, if he could he would have kicked himself just then. Another mare gone...He looks at Adira and Golden Leaves then looks back at Midnight.

[iShame]

Adira looked up at Burn; snorting at him as she began to step away. Adiba was gone; off to who knows where, and Adila was most likely dead. She last her black tail behind her, closing her eyes briefly.

[heartless,]

{ Recap please? aha I havent posted since the last one, I was busy this weekend }

I am Known As.. The Shinning Starr From Alaska
Call me..[Nickname] Alaska or Alli
I am.. Seven years of age
I am known to be a.. Female

They describe me as.. Alaska has a sweet stage but some horses don't think its possible. In this stage she is sensitive and caring to everyone and she is athletic and overly happy. She does like helping others but it depends on who it is. Alaska can be straight up cruel. She hardly cares for anyone but she has a sweet spot for foals. She doesn't care about any ones feelings. Alaska loves starting fights for no reason because she likes seeing others in pain.
What happened to me.. I was born by a mare of the name Starr, she was a champion barrel horse. My father was a white stallion by the name of Skyler. When I was about two years old a worker at the stables put a fire in the barn where my mother and me where. When the owner of the ranch noticed the fire he ran and let us all go. Now I'm here in the wild because the couldn't find me and acouple others.

I am with.. Legend's Herd
I Like.. Legend
I Love.. Legend and what other mares join us
They are mine.. Beauitiful Dream.

It's not that important., 500 pounds
How high..[Height] 15 hands
My banner waves in.. Silver and black
The windows to my soul are.. Blue
They are on me as..
Step lively, they are.. black
All together.. I'm a grayish black mare with bright ocean blue eyes. I have black hooves and I'm kind of medium height. She has a dark color coat with mixtures of Grey,black and white. It has some white little spots here and there on it. Her tail is black with some silver tints in it.[/center]

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I am Known As.. Beauitful Dream
Call me.. Beauty or Dreamer
I am.. Just a teenage foal?
I am known to be a.. Female | Mare | Filly

They describe me as.. Some would describe me as charming, playful and outgoing but I can be very stubborn at times, Which my mom says I get from from my father. Im the type that can fend for myself if needed and dont relie on others. When I get angry, im like a mini demon you dont want to mess with. I love going on adventure because its dangerous and you dont know what going to happen to yourself. Im the type who does things without thinking and usually pays for it dearly afterwards.
What happened to me.. Nothing has happened to me yet.

I am with.. My father herd
I Like..[Crush]
I Love..[Mate]
They are mine..[Foals]

It's not that important.,[Weight]
How high..[Height]
My banner waves in.. Grey,white and black.
The windows to my soul are.. Like my fathers eye color (forgot)
They are on me as.. Different colors through out my coat, that lighten and darken depending on the season.
Step lively, they are.. Black
All together..Beauty is like a spitting image of her georgous mother. Her coat is a mizture between lighten and darken shades of black,grey and white. Her eyes match her fathers percing eyes perfectly and her hoof colors are blackish grey like her mothers.

I am Known As.. Awaiting Legend
Call me.. Await
I am.. Almost a year old
I am known to be a.. Colt | Stallion or Stud

They describe me as.. Awaiting Legend is a very sweet stallion. He very independent at times and like to do things on his own. He has a big loving heart and he cant stand to be mean to each other. He hates seeing others sad and will do anything in his power to cheer them up.
What happened to me.. He was just born not to long ago.

I am with.. My fathers herd
I Like.. None
I Love.. None
They are mine.. None

It's not that important., 500
How high.. Will be 16 hands when im older
My banner waves in.. Cream colored
The windows to my soul are.. Same as my fathers
They are on me as.. A white face
Step lively, they are.. Black
All together.. Awating legend cant really be told apart when his twin brother trigger. The only diffence between them are their fac markings. Awaits white mark is slight wider. He has black hooves and odd colored eyes.

[iShame]

{Their good; the last one needs to be finished before it's accepte though x3

[heartless,]

{ Im finished :3 Is their anything I need to reply back to from the old roleplay?

[iShame]

{Looks good; and I'm not really sure.}

[biyondo basudei.]

[[Can i make my forms later, shamey? I seriously have little to no muse right now, and really dont feel like finding a picture for Russian.

Name -- nickname -- age -- gender
Russian Roulette - Russian, Roulette or Rou - 6 years old - mare]]

[iShame]

{Thats fine omos}

Keres

The live chestnut mare moved at a solid pace; her hooves thudding against the ground in sync to her swinging frame. Her scent was gone; this year that was no foal to bare or take care of; and she was glad. The filly had been taken by some brute that she didn't care for, nor the filly itself, and Niah was off running his own herd hopefully. The liver chestnut mare was lone; no herd, no mares around, and no stallion to tell her what she could and couldn't do. By now she could feel the autumn breeze pushing through' and had already begun for the valley; wanting to get their early before all of the stallions.

Adiba

The young mare, the same age as her sisters really, stood on her own, a deep shiver breaking through her skin. She had left her sisters and the brute not long ago; and valued having others around, though now, she had no one. And she was a little scared. What if she met another brute exactly like the large brute, and Adira was no where near to keep her safe this time... She would be stuck for real.. A sweet whinny escaped the mares muzzle; calling out carefully, and hopefully.

Armarula{Armor}

The yearling filly stood near Lore; not truly comfortable around any of the mares and foals in the herd; nor the stallion, Legend, that had brought her here. Often she was tempted to just walk away; and it made her wonder if any of them would even care if she left. Her mind always brought up a solid no, that not even her 'adoptive mother' Alaska would care; and it would never cross her 'nice' mind. All she cared about was her daughter that left, and her new colts, and hating the new mare. Armor was nothing anymore; and the chestnut dappled filly was aware. So what was she waiting for? Why didn't she just leave? She had no clue, and simply stood where she was still, a deep frown laced on her muzzle, and her small ears pulled back.

Lucitta Lorette Lore

The black brindle mare could feel the dislike rolling off of the lead mare; and it no longer seemed like Lore wanted to stay; as she slowly distanced herself further and further away from the pair. She disliked Alaska for his she liked her; for no real reason. It only angered the usually calm and friendly mare; and she did not want to be near the lead mare if she did not need to be. The only thing that kept her around, was the foal that was growing inside. And even then it was still rather tempting to go ahead and leave now, without telling them... It seemed like the little filly didn't like it here either.. The black brindled mare stamped her front hoof in displeasure; making sure that it echoed around the small ; mainly foal, herd.

[evixtus]

Sable flicked her tail and slowly made her way back to Niah. "I am ready for a foal now." She admitted hastily and a soft smile came across her muzzle as she reached out and nibled on his mane.

[iShame]

Niah turned to look at Sable when she came close again; pricking his ears towards the mare calmly. He listened to her speak; unnoticing of the hasty tone. and smiled at her lightly. He let his muzzle nuzzle her neck lightly as he stepped around. He left his muzzle tap against her flank gently, turning his ears to face her in case she had changed her mind.