The Wild Ones {Wild horse Roleplay} OPEN!

[Dark Moon]

He paused to make sure Thunder was okay. Slowing down so that he wouldn't slip, Anloric continued.

[Blumenkranz]

Thunder trotted for several moments, one of his forelegs ached a bit as he landed on it awkwardly but he would be fine. He moved back into a canter but moved a bit slower than he did earlier so it wouldn't be hard for Anloric to catch up to him.

[grapejuice]

.:* Gladiator *:.

The closer he moved to the trees, the stronger the scent grew. He heard no response, but could dectect the scent of another horse. His eyes scanned between the trees, seeing nothing, and he wondered if they had left. But the ongoing drizzle forbade him to go back out into the coverless open, so he stayed beside the trees, continuing to make soft whickers. It was then he heard something. Soft thuds of approaching hooves, and they weren't too far away from him. Gator gave himself a shake, flipping his long forelock from his eyes in order to get a better view, as he looked around for whoever was making these hoofbeats. Then he spotted her. A paint mare, a young one at that, trotting upwards towards him. Excitement began to quiver throughout him, and he neighed to her, tossing his head in hopes to grab her attention.

[Potato.]

{Going to add another character}

Name: Sierra
Gender: Mare
Breed: Rocky Mountain Horse
Age: 2
Height: 16hh
Herd: None
History: Both her parents were human owned but before Sierra was born, a fire happened at the barn and her mother escaped- pregnant with her of course. Once in the wild her mother joined a band stallion and his harem, and then Sierra was born. Quickly though, they were then snaked by another stallion and Sierra spent the next two years growing up with that band until a roundup came and they chased the majority of her herd in fenced areas. A few of them escaped and bolted away from the fences before they were caught- Sierra being one of them. Now she just lives by herself, searching for another herd.
Personality: Sierra is quite sweet-natured and is very easily trusting of others. Of course she just like any other 2 year old out there- energetic, excited, playful. She just wants company and will follow any mare- or stallion around, just so she doesn't have to be alone.
Foals: None
Siblings: None

[Potato.]

Willow
The young mare continued her pace through the shady trees, determination coursing through her. It was when she spotted a big blobbed shape of sorts moving in her peripheral vision that she halted and glanced over. His neigh made her even more alert. Willow stood there frozen, observing this stranger that she had been searching for. She outstretched her neck and sniffed the air between them with nostrils that quivered as they took in the unknown scent. She was still a little distance away from the stallion, but from what she could tell, he was much older and taller. It struck her as odd since she had never seen an equine quite as tall as he was, but this also made her intrigued. Withdrawing her head, the mare let out a little nicker and stepped forward, wondering if he was going to make an adavance, or just stand still like the other stallion she encountered earlier had.

Sierra
The young two year old shook her rusty coat from the rain droplets that had fell on her during the storm. Her body shivered as a breeze washed over her. Her neck was bent, trying to occupy herself with grazing. The scents of grass and earth wafted through her nostrils but other than that she couldn't hear much. Thinking she heard something, Sierra snapped her head up with ears perked, alert now. In the open field she was located in, she couldn't see much other than the grass and trees that surrounded her. Boredom took over the young filly and she neighed loudly out, hoping for company.

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted)

[Dark Moon]

Anloric moved a bit faster to nip him and turned, his pace slower now. He didn't want to fall.

[Blumenkranz]

Thunder was nipped, the stallion slowed slightly and turned, darting after Anloric. He tried to catch up to the younger stallion but was careful not to slip again as he ran.

[Dark Moon]

Anloric continued at a slow canter, careful not to fall. Occasionally, he'd give a small buck, being careful not to hurt Thunder.

[Blumenkranz]

Thunder would toss his mane and buck as well, the black stallion was happy and relaxed at the moment. He sped up slightly and nipped at Anloric, his ears pricked.