Wild Horses- Open

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Reserved; lead mare, lone mare with foal, stallion. Sorry I will fill out the forums later }}

[Asgard's Trickster]

Okay! Awesome!)

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Storm
"Okay, I will, will you join my herd though?"

Forrest snorted...but sighed. "For one day...You slip up, once, I'm outta here."

[Asgard's Trickster]

Storm
"Okay then welcome to the Valley herd. I am the lead stallion of course," I said thinking of what my Ayer taught me. "My name is Storm. What is yours?"

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Forrest was unearved by this stallion's 'casualty' although it didn't suprise her, most stallion's didn't care about their mare's all thy cared about was passing on their bloodlines. But although anger raged through her mind she still remained a little shy, wich drove away most stallion's she had incountered as they were looking for a more spunky mare hiding beneath her paint patterns. "M-my name is...Forrest." She said, breaking the awkward moment of silence.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Storm
"That's a lovely name." I smiled at her.

[Asgard's Trickster]

(I'm going to go. It's 12:30 am here)

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Forrest's ear twitched in suprise. No one's ever said that...especially a..a stallion... Forrest blushed deeply under her fur. I wish I could get a better look at this stallion.She thought and tried to causually turn her head more towards her brown eye, but out of habit she squinted her blue eye.

((Oh okay, it's only 11:30 here so bye!!))

[wickedbvnes]

;; mistakes

The fiery mare watched the brown stallion converse with the timid mare, snorting with amused laughter the whole time. Mistakes was sick of the sweet, innocent act mares put on. Horrible past, so on so forth. Mist tossed her head, deciding to break up the sweet little conversation. She picked up a canter, smooth and rather quiet. She let out a whinny, running in between the two. Her hind legs flicked upwards, twisting ruthlessly towards the stallion's head. Of course, she didn't actually hurt him. Gosh, no. Mist may have been ruthless, scared of nothing, bold.. But she wouldn't hurt someone who had done sweet nothing to her. Mist pirouetted, and pranced back to the pair. 'Hello, there.' Mistake said, coolly. Behind her tone, though, was an icy, seething glare.

[Asgard's Trickster]

(Is Mistakes at Shadow or Caspian?)