Deadman Walking wrote:.:*Time Bandit*:.
The stallion paraded around the border of his territory, head held high, each step loud like thunder, to allow everyone to know he was there, and this was his land. His golden dappled coat shone bright as the midday sun's rays glinted off of it, his tangled mess of cream mane and tail bobbing as he moved along. He was quite the site really, with his bright blue eyes, large muscular frame. It was almost hard to believe that such a handsome creature was so devious, so conniving, so chaotically wonderful. As he slowed his trot, his ears twitched, detecting the sounds of nearby equines. Then he stopped, allowing his nostrils to flare and decipher each scent, mentally figuring out what these new smells ere. And then it came to him. A mare, probably young and foolishly looking for a stallion to swoon her, and something else... A stallion. Most likely following the dame right into Bandit's territory. His ears flattened, and eyes became daggers as he took off in the direction the scents had come from. No way in h*ll is any colt coming into my land and leaving without any harm done. He spotted them, a few hundred feet away, as if they were just passing through. The stallion reared and let out a loud, threatening bellow. " Be gone now, foolish colt! She is in my territory now, and unless you're willing to fight for her, then I suggest you get lost. " {{Cherokee and Fiasco (?)}}
.:*Lune de Miel*:.
The mare was lithe, petite, but also lean with a fairly good set of muscles. Her flaxen chestnut coat gleamed, her silky golden mane flowing gently as she slowed walked through the lands. Alas. She had found the home of the wild horses, and she herself could now begin the search for a herd. That is, if any stallion caught her interest. Honey gave a light nicker as she moved further into an unsuspecting stallion's territory. {{Samurai?(:}}
.: Name :.
.: Phantom Menace :.
.: Nickname :.
.: Phantom:.
.: Age :.
.: For Years :.
.: Breed :.
.: Andalusian :.
.: Personality :.
.: The Phantom is a quiet mare. Not because she's scared of anyone, or because she's shy, she's just quiet, like a ghost would be. When approached, though, she can and will become hostile. Just because she prefers to be quiet, doesn't mean she doesn't have a spirit. And that spirit is a fiery, feisty one. She's stubborn, clever, rude, but charming, all at the same time. It's an odd combination, but she's one tough mare, that's for sure. :.
.: Dam :.
.: Moonlight Mistress :.
.: Sire :.
.: Phantom of the Opera :.
.: Foals :.
.: None :.
.: Herd/loner :.
.: Loner :.
.: Rank :.
.: None yet :.
.: Stallion :.
.: None yet :.
.: History :.
.: There's not much to say about this mare's past. She grew up in a small herd, with an elderly father, and a few mares (one being her mother). There were no fillies or colts for her to befriend, so she was the only foal in the herd, and was very lonesome. The adult horses wouldn't play or anything, and overtime, she grew used to the silence and having no companionship. She kept to herself, until she was a year old. A brutal blood bay stallion snaked away all of the mares her father had, leaving her alone with the elderly stallion. Without his mares, the stallion felt no purpose for life, and left. Phantom was on her own, only a year old. Of course a wandering herd found her and took her in until she was old enough to be on her own, but ever since, the mare has held a deep hatred for others. :.
.: Other :.
.: I'm sorry this form sucks. :.
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Cherokee Dancer-
Frightened by the voice of a stallion so suddenly,Indi and Cherokee took off running,Deeper into his territroy.The Silver grulla mare snorted,slowing when she was sure they had lost him."Well,Hopefully we`ve got him down for the count."Cherokee said.Indi laid on the ground."I`m sorry sweetheart....I`m getting to old for this,I think I need to go to a herd,Or stay with an older mare as well."She said.Cherokee nodded."Okay,I`ll find a herd for you as soon as we pass through this stallion`s territory.....If we do."Cherokee said.
