Thunder Over The Valley (Not Accepting ATM)(Wild Horse RP)

[Derpa Derp]

Echo

"Well i knew she would need a stallion and leave me so i left her insearch of a stallion or a mare to care for me then eventually if its a stallion stay in its herd" she explained

[Derpa Derp]

:-:Bump:-:

[~Last of Us~]

.:Kronos:. .:Bachelor:. .:Stallion:. .:6 years old:.

Kronos nodded his head "Well you can travel with me, if you want." He said softly.

[FireFilly]

{Do you have anyone open? I'm on the iPad so my posts won't be pretty sadly.}

[~Last of Us~]

(Me? If so then Epona, my mare, is open.)

[FireFilly]

{My stallions Dark, Storm and Myth are open. Their information is on the first page, one of them could bump into Epona.}

[Derpa Derp]

:-:have school today :-:

[~Last of Us~]

(It doesn't matter, any of them can run into her. Here is my last post for her.)

.:Epona:. .:Lone Mare:. .:Mare:. .:6 years old:. .:In Heat:.

The dapple grey mare trotted in the clearing, looking for a sweet spot of grass. She soon stopped and listen to the surroundings. Dark grey ears swiveling at the sounds of other horses calling to each other but Epona stayed quiet. She lowered her head to graze on the sweet green grass and her tail flicked behind her at the pesky flies that were bothering her. Epona continued to graze. Her ears moving atop her head as her tail and mane gently swayed in the light breeze, sending her scent in the wind but wishing it didn't. She moved slowly along as she clear little patches of grass along the way.

[Derpa Derp]

Echo


She nodded and the yearling moved to his side

[FireFilly]

Storm trotted around energetically, his ears pushed forwards and his eyes sparkling and bright. Everyday was a beautiful day for the hyper young stallion. The tall grass brushed gently against his long legs as he made his way swiftly over the meadow. Noticing a faint figure in the distance {Epona} the stallion whinnied quietly. He broke into a forward canter, going closer to the mare. Finally he was close, only a few feet away, the mare hadn't seemed to notice him yet though, so he whinnied again, more quietly this time since he was merely steps away from here.

"Hi there!" The older colt exclaimed, his voice still sounding like a foals at time. The Appaloosa stallion was young, only three years old, almost four though. Most stallions didn't start a herd till four or over but Storm was determined, he almost always was. Often his bubbly, confidant nature frightened mares. They usually didn't expect a stallion to be so playful. But Storm was.