Wild Horses- Open

[.:.Sparrow.:.]

(I'm back!)

" That's so sad." Clove said sympathetically. "Are you looking for someone to take care of her?" She asked the stallion.

[Asgard's Trickster]

(Yay!)
Caspian
"Yeah, I don't think she's very old." I said to the mare. I looked down at Mia and answered with "I don't know."

Mia
"Caspian, if you do find me a mare, are you going to come with us?"

[wickedbvnes]

;; same mistakes
The fiery mare snorted, shaking her head. Mistake felt a sudden surge, a desire to run, a hot rush of adrenalin. Letting out a piercing, smooth whinny, Mistake tucked her hindquarters underneath her, and took off with a flying leap. The transition into a gallop was perfectly executed, fluent in all proportions. Mistake threw her head up in the air, throwing it around. A series of powerful bucks faltered her pace, showing off her knotted, rippling muscles underneath her pelt, which was slick with a sheen of sweat.

"And so we play, play, play, all the same old games, and we wait, wait, wait for the end to change."

[Asgard's Trickster]

(Mistake can run into Ginger or Storm if you want! Or even Mia and the other two.)

[.:.Sparrow.:.]

" I'd take care of her myself, but I've never had a foal before, and I don't know how to raise a filly. I'm sure you'll find a mare kind enough to take care of her. I'll help you find one if you want." She said to Caspian. Every foal needs a mother to raise them.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Caspian
"Thanks." I said to Clove.

Mia
I yawned. "Caspian I'm tired!"

Caspian
I look around and spotted a cave. "There you can sleep in there. I'll stand in the entrance."

[scav.]

((Welp, I had passed out. Sorry.))

Forrest sighed, the wind rippling through heer mane and tail, she had a good view of the filly and stallion from here, by habit she thought of the worst, The filly is probably a captive, the stallion trying to seduce a mare or two. Every time a good thought about the filly popped into her mind, it was pushed away by the bad thoughts. All stallions are bad...their just like my father...She thought this because her father had technically advertised her to the young band stallions to seduce them to come and try to take her, and by instinct their bands had followed, then, her father had snaked the band stallions' mares and often killed the past stallion's offspring. Trying to get a better view was hard for her, exspecially since her coloring and pattern made her stand out in the woods

((Trying not to use the word forest on Forrest's posts...))

[Asgard's Trickster]

(No problem! I passed out and still am...)
Ginger
I grazed alone until I heard someone coming. "Hello?"

[scav.]

((Is Ginger talking about Forrest? Sorry if you aren't I haven't read the posts after I left))

[Asgard's Trickster]

It's fine and yeah)