Wildhorses of Mysticfalls - closed but do not delete!

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[evixtus]

<< You just have to run into a herd. That's it. See what happens, and go from there. >>

Dawn groomed Fiasco back gently, flicking an ear as Illusion left. Swiveling an ear at Cupidon, she listened to the filly, before focusing back on grooming her stallion.

Paris perked up, lifting her head as Masquerade replied. Noticing the piebald mare had stopped, and turned, she perked her ears, grass poking from her lips before she pulled it in with her tongue. She nuzzled Banshee gently, before stepping around the filly, and jogging slowly towards Masquerade. "You don't have to take me with you..." She trailed off, grooming her neck lightly,

[mmhorselover4]

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My character's name?

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No, you need to change as it's already someones mares name

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Yes it does thanks

[Bast]

Rising Knight:
"I guess that's a good thing seeing as how the snake's head can still strike on it's own without it's body." He retorted with bitter in his tone, taking the compliment out of his insult. He gave a huff, not hesitating to stand up to this inferior... thing. "Now get your butt moving with the others!" He ordered, taking his delegation from his dam seriously and was gonna use his authority no matter what.

Psychotic Sentinel:
"Indeed it isn't always amusing but does prove useful." He commented on his part before pausing, thinking of how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I guess there's no easy way to explain myself but one can always try. I'm Psychotic Sentinel. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, I don't mind if you don't chose to join the herd and would rather stay here with your solitude. If anything I would like to aid you if ever needed." That was the simplest way he could think of putting it, always curious of others reactions to his peculiar way. Usually it was stay or leave for other stallions. She was quite beautiful, then again he always saw the beauty in just about any he met. Her clam response kept him even more at ease, he wouldn't have to fret over whether or not she was listening or planning or running away without listening to what he had to say.

Death's Butterfly:
She sighed and began to walk off, leaving Banshee on her own, probably by Paris to. "It doesn't matter. This is his last one for good and no doubt it will look nothing like him." She told herself. Pausing half way she felt a strange feeling of pain from the foal, almost as if it where biting her from within. She shook her head and had to birth it out of the lands to be sure it wasn't anything unwanted, her hooves dragging her to an isolated part of Oraco's territory. Not long after did she see what they had created, her head craning and eyes snapping wide...

.: Name :.
.: Reaper's Mirror of Blazing Agony :.
.: Nickname :.
.: Agony :.
.: Age :.
.: Newborn :.
.: Gender :.
.: Colt :.
.: Breed :.
.: Mustang :.
.: Personality :.
.: Not yet developed, this foal's personality will take more time to develop then other foals since he has minor mental problems to understand anything. :.
.: Dam :.
.: Death's Butterfly :.
.: Sire :.
.: Reaper's Samurai :.
.: Herd/loner :.
.: Loner/Oraco? :.
.: Rank :.
.: Foal :.
.: Stallion :.
.: Oraco? :.
.: History :.
.: Well, first it starts off real warm and dark then after some time I follow this light that I'm being pushed to where I'm met with cold chills and slimy stuff around me. Must we go into more details? :.
.: Other :.
.: Small mental handicap but very capable of living normally. :.

... with pure stark terror. Her fear was real... IT was real. She stood and quickly moved away from him, hoping he wouldn't snag onto her personal scent. "I've birthed his true abomination... Reaper's Mirror of Blazing Agony." She said under her breath before running off and leaving the colt for dead at the hands of the elements and predators. "I'll just say it was a still born. Yeah. That's what it was." She lied to herself after reaching Sentinel's territory again, her nerves making her graze on edge.

Clover's Luck:
She moved the herd further away from the glade when a red roan pelt caught her peripheral, her head turning to see it was Dea. 'What is she doing on our land?' She questioned herself mentally. "Sharnie, keep them all gong straight." She delegated before cantering off to where Dea had just fled and when she got there it was clear why. Her body told her to take it in but her mind screamed to run like Dea had, leave it behind to prevent the repeat. She had to tell Sentinel, especially Oraco seeing as how it was on their land. Her mind raced to figure out a solution to this huge problem.

Reaper's Mirror of Blazing Agony:
"Ma?" He asked dumbly before watching his true dam race off without him. "Ma?" He asked again when Clover emerged but she looked scared. Why where they scared of him? Was he deformed? He tried to stand but failed. What had his first mom said? "R-r-reep. R-repairs Miw-miwro off B-b-blading A-ago-agon-e." He spewed, trying speech to get some sort of communication between them.

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Winter snorted "diva stay with sharnie" she snortedand she followed clover. Ears flat at the foal she snorted steppinng back. "M-maybe if some one.. raises it right" she said not sure herself "maybe it won't be so much like him" she said nervously.winter had a loving heart and even the worst of foals shed fall in love with. It wasn't in her nature to kill a foal... not even the son of the worst stallion in the world."clover its worth a try" she nickered"if you won't I will" she snorted looking at the foal tilting her head for a moment.

[Bast]

Clover's Luck:
She hadn't expected a follower but now was not the time to argue about that. "It could be to much to risk. He will eventually learn of his true blood. We can't blind him forever, Winter." She protested before a sigh of uncertainty. "If anything he fall's under everyone's decision, including Oraco and Sentinel, seeing as he knows more of Reaper then the rest of us." She looked to where Dea had taken off to, back to the other land before looking back. "I just don't know... He's already learned a given name..." She added, being torn between helping and stopping future disaster. She watched him, curiosity perking. "He isn't right..." She commented, circling around to sniff him closer, not yet knowing his comprehensive fault.

Reaper's Mirror of Blazing Agony:
He kept attempting to stand until he finally did it, for a few seconds at least. As Clover came closer he turned his head to her, mimicking her head as if not understanding why she did it.

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Winter pinned her ears and nickered "just give him ago.. even if you tell them both" she snorted not needing to finish the sentance.. it was kinda onious shed look afte rthe colt but if he turned bad shed put him down herself. Ears flat at clover taking the colts sent in. She snorted softly watching clover ears flat for the moment.

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Clover's Luck:
"He's not yours so cut out your temper." She warned. "Think of those he has scared already. Do you even care about what they would think or lead them to do?" She was mostly concerned about Dancer, not sure how far she had gone with her trauma. She lifted her head away from the colt who was confused as to who he was son to. She pawed the ground under her, her conflicting mind undecided. Her black ears finally pinned, knowing she would hate herself later and that mrs.rescue here wasn't going to drop it. "Don't get attached and keep him from the others until he's been figured out." She ordered with a snort, not wanting any retort as she trotted off to catch up to the others. "And don't take forever." She called over her shoulder. Instantly Slayer wanted a full report but her stern voice and now sour temper made him shut up and follow quietly.

Reaper's Mirror of Blazing Agony:
He watched Clover leave in puzzlement, what kind of attitude was that and what was it for? It didn't feel good but a small beam in him liked it. He looked at Winter and stood again, already trying to stand tall like Reaper but when a stick leg moved for a step he tumbled again.

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Oraco watched as Yankee seemed to follow him for a moment, before he turned and ran after a yearling. She smelt like she wasn't from the herd, and yet, she seemed... Familiar. Not dwelling in it right now, he dashed forward. He hid in the forest, before watching the dogs get set free. A kick lowered the number to three, a buck to two. One jumped unto his back as je bit another, and the battle lasted a bit longer than he thought. They were all gone soon enough though. Dogs that were used to being fed and lazy were no match for a stallion in his prime,

Oraco ran towards the humans next, evading the guns. From experience, they weren't good. He kicked the carriage they'd come in, making their own horses go a little wold, and when they dropped their guns, he struck. He gave one a blow on the leg, struck another dead quite by accident, winded another. Then, he watched them run before he trotted back, new scars across his pelt though they didn't really matter. Oraco trotted towards his herd, noticing Yankee, Clover and Winter were gone. He nudged Sharnie. "Where'd Yankee, Clover and Winter go?" He asked her, looking round.