T H E . U N T O L D . S T O R Y|wILD hORSE|nEEDS sTALLIONS

[evixtus]

Tango nuzzled Blaze and gave him her shoulder to lean on, if he needed it. She gave a soft sigh and flicked her gaze around warily. Both of them where in no condition to fight.

[doncaster.]

((Meh, Feeling so left out right now -_-))

[mindless.]

.~|_Flame Engulfing Your Soul_|~.

Name:
Soul.
Nickname:
That is all.
Age:
Seven
Breed:
Mix of Morgan and Thoroughbred.
Height:
About 14.8 Hh



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Personality:
Soul is a crazy case. No one knows when or why she cracks. She just does. For anything from big problem to small, she can find a way to destroy it. With seemingly endless anger, the mare lives alone. No one wants to try and figure her out, so she has grown more and more hardened toward the bands. Mares that are flirty and desperate make her seethe. Most often she will let them know who is boss around here, and it ain't no common day chick. Packing a lot of punch, she is a handful and then some. During heat she will watch the stallions and even take possible interest in one but never bother. Why try? Secretly she is kind and protective, craving affection. She has a million layers of pure hardness over her first for anyone to break throuhg.
History:
First, a racehorse. Her owner was harsh and mean, whipping her on with a vengance. All he ever cared about was fame. Her name was 'Soul of the Nine Circles', her owner believing the devil was inside her. This was only true once he started the cruel training. No affection. No care. Just work. Once dreaded race she bursted from the gates at full tilt. Her fiery pelt blazed in the crowd of thundering bodies. But that was not it. Second and holding steady, her owner grew more competitive. She had to get that first place. HAD to. A sharp pain in her sore flank made her rear and throw a fit. Her legs buckled. She had had it. The tendon in her leg was killing her now she tore it. Her owner rampaging and taking a weapon to her, she whinnied and stuggled to her hooves as gashes formed on her withers. Bucking like a wild bronco she neighed and flailed. Taking her hooves down intentionally on her owner, she gave him something to think about in the ICU. The fiery mare was taken to a vet, them finding the scars from years of abuse. Owner arrested, she was turned to a large ranch. Unable to get along with the horses and getting into countless fights, the mare ran before she could be put down. Now here she is, furious and ready to fight.



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Parents:
Unknown
Siblings:
The Devil's Den, Stallion.
Herd:
Lone mare
Foals:
None
Other:

( I just had to xD)

(Ya aren't left out Don xF)

[--Miz--]

(Should something happen with Fax's band?)

[doncaster.]

((Hmm... All forms accepted...WHEN SUDDENLY, BOOM, New Charries. ANYONE INTERESTED??))

.~|_Celtic Impression_|~.

Username: Doncaster
Name: Celtic Impression
Nickname: Celtic
Age: 5
Breed: Kaimanwa Cross
Height: 16.7 Hands
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Personality: Celtic has a very unusual personality. He tries to stay clear of mares as he fears that he might hurt them. He had a hard past and he wants to be a kind stallion, but sometimes he forgets who he is, forgets he has a heart and loses control. He wishes to be kinder, maybe you could help him?
History: Celtic was born into a very large herd. His father was the proud lead stallion who had many mares, but Celtic's mother was his lead. His sire never liked Celtic as he showed no interest in leadership or mares. Celtic grew up, seeing his father abuse his mares and was always teaching Celtic that this was alright.

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Parents: Immortal Fire (Dam) Just You Wait (Sire)
Siblings: Velvet Creek (Sister)
Herd: Loner
Foals: None
Other:...
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.~|_Taming The Heart_|~.

Name: Taming The Heart
Nickname: Hearts
Age: 4
Breed: Mustang Cross
Height: 15.3 Hands
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Personality: Hearts is quite shy and likes to keep to herself as she has never really been accepted by others. She was never wanted by any of the stallions and was never befriended by any mares so she left her homeland to find a new wild home. She came across more grasslands, with new horses that she had yet to meet. But will she fit in this time?
History: Hearts was born into a very small herd in northern territory. It was very cold where she lived and it snowed a lot so she could always hide from the rest of the world as her silvery coat blended in with the frozen rain. As I said before, nobody ever talked to her much so she was rather unwanted, so she left.
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Parents: Unlisted Number (Dam) Calling Card (Sire)
Siblings: None
Herd: Loner
Foals: None
Other:...

[mindless.]

(I think Soul could take a liking to Celtic...not that she will show it xD)

[doncaster.]

((Haha, Not that he will allow himself to fall for her easily either))

.|:|Celtic Impression|:|.
The dark stallion's black pelt looked like a statue, standing tall upon a small mound of earth. No grass was scattered around his feet, but a mix of yellow and brown leaves swirled near his hocks. His neck swerved as he looked over the territory, the Autumn colours that had taken over the land.

.|:|Taming The Heart|:|.
The silver mares long tail danced gracefully in the light breeze, she blinked sleep from her dark eyes and shook out her mane. After a short nap in a warm hollow, she was fully energized and ready to tackle the day.

.|:|Trick Of Fate|:|.
The grey mare looked at Fax curiously and decided to play around with him. She leaned forward and nipped gently at his mane, before trotting away from him, her eyes playful.

((WARNING!! Extremely Derpy Posts Below. I just felt like posting for all my charries to see if everyone else is still alive))

.|:|Willoughby Wanderer|:|.
Will stood there and awaited Sephora's reply

.|:|Earthbound Sun|:|.
Solis stood at the edge of Ashurial's territory, still watching where he knew Empire was.

.|:|Moonless Night|:|.
She grazed calmly outside the cavern

[vanitas.]

(WARNING!!! really short....)
Shiro walked around in his territory. he neighed to see if any mares replied. he stood on his hind legs looking around

[mindless.]

Empire remained weakly dozing inthe cavern. When this foal was born...how would she cope?

With a shrill whinny, one of strength and pride,a bkazing mare lie fire scorched the horizon as she galloped along. Rearing to stop she gave her mane a shake. Deep eyes scanned over the land, seeing a few horses here and there. She did linger on a dark colored stallion for a few moments befire moving on. Red and brown tail were caressed by the chilly breeze as she snorted, sweating from her long run.

[doncaster.]

.|:|Celtic Impression|:|.
The dark figure slowly turned his head to see the striking red blaze. For a moment he even thought the grass was on fire, but he soon saw the horse. A mare. Celtic snorted and stayed where he was for a few moments before turning his back and moving downhill, his long shadowy tail flicking behind him.