Wild Horse Rp || Open!

[SmaugTheGolden]

(Marking for when I am on the computer and can make forms)

[horse .]

(I have to go to sleep guys... Sorry! If my mini-mod comes on he can accept you... Goodnight ya'll!)

[Hearts and Horses]

forms done

[horse .]

(All accepted now :3)

[Blumenkranz]

(When will we start?)

[horse .]

(Now if you like??)

[Blumenkranz]

(Sure, we can start now if you want)

[horse .]

(Yes, we shall start now could you possibly start so I can add the other characters to the first page?)

[Blumenkranz]

(Sure, I can do that)

Faith walked through the plain, her ears pricked. Her dark eyes watched the surrounding area warily, and she noticed a few horses in the distance. She snorts and slows, lowering her head to nibble on some grass as she walked. She raised her head and continued walking, only stopping once she reached the stream. She lowered her muzzle and drank, the cool water soothing her slightly dry throat.

Thunderstorm began to move away from the bachelors, he was strong enough for a herd now, and the young Friesan mix was searching for lone mares, or a band he could try to steal from. His eyes scanned the area carefully, searching for other horses.

Sasha was galloping through the field, breathing heavily as she grew tired. The bay overo mare was exhausted, she managed to escape humans and was glad to be back in the wild. She slowed to a walk, and eventually halted once she was standing under a tree. She then lowered her head and closed her eyes, slowly drifting to a light sleep, though she stayed alert, ready to get up if something happened.

Asuna walked quietly, currently alone. She was looking for a herd, unlike some she wanted one, she knew it was better to be in a herd than to be alone. She let out a loud whinny, calling out to any stallion in the area. She kept walking, her ears pricked as she listened for any responses.

[horse .]

Do not dwell in the past,
do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind on the present moment.

R O M E O

His mane and tail were like black silk. Whipping up and down as the stallion threw himself forward into a gallop. He had left a bachelor herd long ago. But in some ways, he was still like one of them, often he would venture into a band stallions herd and try to fight the stallion, often snaking away a mare, then later leaving her because she would attempt escaping. But as his wise sire had once said: 'a stubborn mare walks behind or infront of you, but a loyal companion walks beside you...' All Romeo had ever wanted was to become a band stallion, and to start a family. But so far, he hadn't any luck. Arching his bay, black and white head he whinnied loudly, slowing a little to a rocking canter and bucking, trying to attract some attention, anyone's. but preferably a mare!

=============================================================

The land created me.
I'm wild and lonesome.
Even as I travel the cities,
I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

F A L L I N G . F R O M . G R A C E

Moist nostrils flared, silver mane and tail, like running water spread out as the golden coloured mare moves with utmost grace and beauty. Her head was held in that Arabian fashion, her tail fanned, and at the moment, she had not a care in the world. Well, excluding the fact she wanted a herd with a kind and loyal band stallion. Other then that almighty wish, she knew she was strong-willed and free. Nothing in even her dreams would take that away from her, not now, not ever! Moving back into a bouncing trot the mare lengthened her strides and bucked several times to stretch her hind legs and show she was playfully and different.