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

[--Miz--]

(Woah,recap?)

[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)

(I briught in this one xF Don added two horses as well, interactions between them, Spirit still writhing on the frass and Tango's last post on page 162 if your browser is fixed up.)

[Quitting1015]

(Was reading back a few Pages....Nothing should happen to Fax's Band!Dameer is foaling the first day of winter,And if something happens to him,She will never live with it!)

[dragonbrooke1]

.~sand drain|~.

Username:dragonbrooke1
Name:sand drain
Nickname:drain
Age:2 1/2
Breed:dun thoroughbred/draft mix
Height: 5,6
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Personality: sand drain is a hard working horse with great big physical features and strong muscles. but he is very gentle and none aggressive. his favorite is to gallop, no reason really. He is well mannered but loves to mess around without getting in trouble. drain came from the wild, both mom and dad.
History: Drain was always big. even from a colt, he was the sporty one of his friends and loved to play with his older sister silent river, but when she died of a coyote ambush, he was never the same. he keep on the self side if things and stayed away from trouble and his normal sporty self. drain was changed forever after that and was never the same.
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Parents:soft field (wild mother) and coyote fighter (wild father)
Siblings:silent river(dead) feather moon(little sister) griffin flight(older brother)
Herd:none
Foals:none
Other:none...
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[--Miz--]

(xD I can't figure out how to reply to Dameer and really everything has taken a backseat with him.I just want to have something kick things up a bit.)

Fax Machine

At her playful advances,Fax playfully nipped her in return and shied away with a toss of his head.He pranced in place and gave another playful toss of his chiseled bay head.

The Fourth Demon

Four walked around,her head bobbing as she carefully stayed hidden in the shadows and away from others who were surrounding her area.Milling about with their business,most did not recognize that there was a beautiful black mare around.In heat,she normally stayed as far away as possible from stallions and mares alike.Another,more grave,reason though was that when she was in heat the moments came more frequently.The moments of severe paranoia where she would try to kill anything and everything.

[Quitting1015]

Secret Thoughts


Dameer snorted,and stood.She walked around,Her stomach was buldging.She would be foaling in early Winter,and it was painful.She was trying to keep from foaling early,but it just hurt.She was Moody,Tired,And weak.How long could She Go On?Would she be able to keep from foaling a day away from winter?She snorted as she felt a contraction,Wich ment the foal was kicking."Great..."She mumbled.She could tell she would foal within 24 hours,Or 32.She knew it would be a day to Winter,and she Was going to do all she could to make sure her filly survived.

[Msshardy]

Now she was mad. Not good enough? How much she wanted to march up to the horse and kick him to the ground. Something kept her from it. She could handle any rampage thrown at her. Sweet mushy personas she found weak. The fiery mare snorted and glided past him, giving Celtic a passing glance as she headed for the trees, sun warming her and gleaming off her fire pelt. Tail flicking as she held it in pride like her head the unknown mare lit the grasses with smoith legstrokes. Her leg was always sore as ithad acted up from her long run. That cursed man could rot in the underworld. Her eyes scanned over a mustang stallion near running water.


(Oh I know. But she is also a bit difficult so we are stuck xD)

((I believe this is directed toward Beau? BTW, his name is pronounced Bo. Any other posts toward Beau?))

Beau

Beau's grey flecked brown eyes met the mares. He figured any mare around here would have a stallion, and he wasn't up for a fight. Though not old, Beau was no longer as young as he was. Only six, he felt sixteen. Too many fights... He thought. He remembered the few months of being a bachelor for the first time. The little gang of five and he attacked often, and lost even more so. Only once had they won, and one stallion had taken the one mare. To this day, he was still surprised the four remaining stallions had beaten his father.
But Beau wanted to check for stallions before he gave up a mare. He saw none, so he gave it a shot. Beau flipped his head, showing off his large, thick mane. The mane was one of his best assets, it was absolutely huge. Beau watched the mare, knowing she'd fall prey to his beauty. Beau wasn't vain, far from it, but he was beautiful. His mother, though scrawny, had had his coloring exactly, and her mane, though not thick, was long enough to brush the ground while grazing. The mane got it's thickness from Beau's father. The stallion had been black, black at the night, with an average lengthed mane that was so thick, one swat from his tail of midnight would sting for hours afterward. Beau always imagined he got his no-tolerance attitude from his father. They made his proud, and ashamed, at the same time.
Beau turned to the mare, taking two short, careful steps. Trust was key to snaking, or claiming, any mare. You got the beauty to trust her, than you nipped her up. Beau projected as much innocence as he could into his dark eyes. This mare was his.

[evixtus]

{ That post was directed to Celtic, Doncaster's stallion. But Beau can run across Whisper is he wants. She is somewhere near him. }

[Msshardy]

(I wasted.... So much type-ness. Blah!!! Oh well, I least I got a post out. XD And another little peice to Beau's history. Where's Whisper?))

[evixtus]

{ Running around. XD }

A dapple bay blur charged through a meadow with a beautiful glide and an elegant rhythm as her hooves barely touched the earth. She looked like a race horse, that was just let off the track after 4 years of being locked up for training. This mare was beautiful. Her coat had a glow that could make any bird die from shock. Her name was Musical Whispers. For short, people called her Phantom, because barely anybody had ever seen this mare, who was always safe, always living and always hidden. But her real nickname was Whisper. She was a Whisper of the trees. Only the trees had ever seen this mare up close. She was hard to catch, and hard to find, easily getting out of a stallion that was chasing her, for her magnificent beauty. She was like a silent singer. Only one, that was marvelous and fast.