The Wild Ones {Wild horse Roleplay} OPEN!

[Numbers]

Risika puled her head away sharply with the stallion brushing up against her. "Excuse me sir. I'm afraid I don't understand."

[Over the Moon]

Blu:
Blu grazed beside Pride. She glanced around as she ate, thinking about the fighting stallions. Swallowing her bite, she addressed Pride. "Why don't you ever go near other bands?"

[derision]

Storm raised his head higher, as if he could raise his eyebrow, he would've. "So you aren't from the wild. I've heard of ranch life.. Anyways, why aren't you with your palefaces? The ones with two legs?"

[Blumenkranz]

Dream began to walk away from the herd, her dark tail flicking. It was time for her to foal, and the black mare was scared. It was winter, her foal might not make it. She remembered her last foal, a small black colt who died and she hoped that this one wouldn't as well. She glanced around warily for a good spot, finally slowing once she reached a small clearing. Scented the air, it seemed to be safe, there was nothing odd here. The mare then laid in the snow and fade to black.

Pride glanced to Blu, giving the young mare a small frown when she asked him a question. "Because, they may try to steal you away." He nickered, giving her a small nudge with his nose. He remembered last time he fought, though he lost Essence to Storm.

[derision]

Storm tossed his head, seeing a foaling mare in the distance. He stood next to his herd, but watched her.

[Dark Moon]

Risika laid her ears back. Feeling the stallion approach, she sniffed his muzzle in greeting. She wasn't sure what was going on. Why weren't these stallion friends? This whole things seemed strange and new to her. She nickered softly unsure.

Dynamite snorted drawing his ears back once more. "Your name." he demanded stepping closer. His eyes now locked on her.

Moon backed up, her ears flicking back. "Moon." She said softly to him.

[Numbers]

"Humans." She corrected him, "and yes sir. I wish to return there. I am afraid I'm terribly far from my place of origin. Where are your 'palefaces'? Surely they can help me return to my home?" She looked at the 2 horses. It was like looking into a parallel universe. Where she had neatly cut hooves and a groomed mane, there creatures had dented and scratched hooves with knotted manes. They still carried themselves with a elegance that she carried as well. She was curious, she flicked her ears up when her stomach rumbled.

"Moon?" Dynamite asked. "What a unique name." He said with a hint of sarcastic undertone. "Well, It's time we move on. It's getting cold. To the valley."

[derision]

Storm sighed," Well you can't go back. That's way away. Its best you stick with us.." Hearing her stomach, he added," Grass is always available."

[Dark Moon]

The filly didn't bother telling him her full name. After all, she didn't use it too much. She stayed still, not moving. The yearling had no idea where the valley was and didn't care too.

[Numbers]

Risika flicked her ears up. She couldn't go back? What did that mean for her? She sighed looking down. She snorted when he said "grass". "Uh-No sir, you see I am on a strictly protein based oat and hay diet to build ac-err. I mean, it makes me.....sick." She nickered. How odd was it to attempt and explain her ways of living to horses who have never experienced it. "Well, I mean, I guess I could tag along."

Dynamite snorted and nipped her rump. "That way." He said motioning south down to the valley.