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[EmilyB]

(On the phone )

Whisper of the Wind

{Mare} {3 years old} {Single} {Straight} {Rank Unknown - Loner} {With Xavier} {Feeling Special}

Whisper had to admit she could have blushed! No-one really liked to talk about her - and she usually stayed quiet in these sorts of conversations, if she couldn't avoid them, that is!
"Well, I was born on a stud farm that bred Brumbies to be put back in the wild. I wasn't 'adaquete' for the wild, so I was sold to a family whose little girl had cerebal palsy. We entered dressage competitions. The story ends as most do, she outgrew so they put me to pasture until a buyer would come along. None did, so I jumped the fence and never looked back. And now I'm out here, alone!" Whisper trailed off.
"What about you?" Whisper asked, attempting to get the attention off of her!

[ryukrem]

Lady wondered if they would really start a herd. She wanted foals and a whole fun family herd that was here to stay. She was also worried about being by herself with him. Humans could come out of nowhere and hurt them like last time. She lowered her head glumly as the walked at the thoughts, but picked herself back up as he asked her a question. "Only a few days. I've been travelling, trying to find a place to stay." Lady said.

[Ellie Marie]

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Info
Gender: Male
Mood: Relaxed; Content
With: No one
Sexuality: Bisexual; Leaning to males
Crush: None

"Really? It's a good thing I found you then." Storm nudged her softly. The fields were just over this rocky hill. Stepping carefully around the stones, Storm led his mare in front of him in order to get her up the hill safely. "Careful, Lady. It's a bit tricky getting up these hills. I've fallen down them a few times myself." He said, making sure to watch his footing.

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Info
Gender: Female
Mood: Curious; Calm
With: No one
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: No one

"Okay then, just wondering, you're the only horse I've seen for days. It would have been nice to have some company." Indiana replied, trying to hide a giggle at his clumsiness, and starting to walk along the beach and away from the stallion. He didn't seem too keen on having her around. Hopefully there would be another herd she could have joined. Indiana didn't need a stallion that was going to order her around and talk to her like she was a brick wall. But, who knows, the stallion could have just been having a bad day.

[TheCryptid]

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Gender: Stallion
Age: Four Years
Herd: Own
Mares: None

❊ＣＯＵＲＡＧＥ doesn't always roar,
sometimes its the quiet voice at the
end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow" ❊

Xavier listened to her story carefully, looking forward when she talked but from time to time throw his glance at her. When she asked about his past, he bit his lip, "Well, uh" he started, "I was born and raised at an equestrian center so where..far away. I'm, not so sure where it was, but um.'' he paused for a second, then continued. So, My mother died giving birth to me, and my father was away on shows all the time, I didn't see him much. A mare named Flora provided me milk, as she had a filly of her own, but sometimes she would run out and the humans had to feed me from a bottle. When I was older the humans trained me to become a champion eventer. I wasn't sure if being a champion was what i wanted, too much work, too much stress. So I didn't really let them train me. Eventually they gave up on me and put me on sale. No one really wanted a stallion like me, energetic, powerful, young. So I wasn't sold. For days I would just be left in the stall or pasture, no one would ride me, give me hacks, give me love. So I got myself together, and jumped the fence. Then I ended roaming these lands for quite a while now."he said and sighed, looking up into the sky. Then down again and quickly looked at Whisper to see her reaction.

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Gender: Mare
Age: Four Years
Herd: Loner
Sexuality: Straight

❊ＬＩＦＥ is short,live it. Love is rare, grab it.
Anger is bad, dump it.
Fear is awful, face it. memories are sweet,
cherish them ❊

Flicka walked down a field, the grass not a lush green but a dry yellow, which blended her in with her golden palomino coat. She shook her mane and snorted, throwing a glance at the sky, which was white with clouds. Clouds meant a possibility of rain, which she hated. Snorting again, as he continued walking down the field, to no where really. Just walked where the wind blew and her eyes looked.

[ryukrem]

Lady was careful with her steps, though it wasn't too hard. She had a bulky build so even if she did slip, she probably wouldn't hurt herself to bad. She was a Morgan cross and she didn't know her other breed, but she assumed it was a large breed. Eventually she got bored walking up the hill so she picked up canter and propelled herself over the slippery rocks and made it safely to the top. With her build, walking up hills was more work than cantering.

[EmilyB]

Whisper of the Wind

{Mare} {3 Years Old} {Single} {Straight} {Rank Unknown - Loner} {With Xavier} {Feeling Shy}

Whisper listened to Xavier's story, nodding from time to time. She could feel his eyes looking at her from time to time, but she had had that all her life, so she tried to ignore it. She played the same game, looking at his for a moment, then looking on the floor. But something about his stare was different. Other stares were like a tingling sensation, his was like a bubbling. Nice in a way. Whisper walked on, from time to time flicking her tail onto one of Xavier's hind legs. Whisper and Xavier finally got to an open stretch.
"C'mon Xavier, lets run!" And with that, Whisper set of into a brisk trot, going through the gaits - even the extended ones! Even though she was now wild, she knew how to warm up safely, slowly going through the gaits. Whisper was cantering, then she threw her head back and whinnied, did a flying change, a half buck and then lurched forward into a gallop. All she could hear was the wind in her mane, her swooshing around, her heart beating like a war drum, and her hooves steady on the hard ground. It was good - getting rid of the tickle in her hooves. It was all she could do to hope that Xavier could keep up - if he was joining in, that is! Whisper came to a hill, so slowed to a canter, and started to climb it. But Whisper didn't look where she was going. She accidently cantered into another horse - a mare, Whisper thought.
"Sorry!" Whisper called...

[broken*]

My name is what you seek? Well I may as well tell you.
It's Dark Lady, Dark Lady's Revenge, to be precise. At least, thats my showname.
Most just call me Revenge for short, since its easier.
I'm obviously a mare, what are you blind?
My age is young, 3 years old.
I am a cross, 1/2 Mustang, 1/2 thoroughbred.
I was an English Show Horse but my barn had a fire and I escaped, thank goodness. I've been on my own since.
I have never yet been bred, thankfully, for I find foals a pesky thing to be bothered with, and I dread that day.
Who am I? Well, at first I seem to be a very laid back mare, always blending into the shadows where no one notices me, just hanging back from the crowd, and the funny part is how that's so far from the truth. I hear and see everything, thats really my favorite thing to do, my hobby one could call it. Just stop, wait, and watch/listen. I will not lie, I was extremely difficult to train, due to my being very defiant, stubborn, and rebelious, an excellent fighter since birth. I suppose I can be loving if you gain my trust, but if you get on my bad side.. Ha. Good Luck.

Crackin' Chestnuts is the name.
Age? Why, I'm merely Five Years old.
Obviously I'm a Stallion.
I'm a purebreed thoroughbred, through and through.
I am an EX racehorse, but I hated it. As much as I loved to run, the life I lived was terrible, and the humans were awful. I broke away recently.
I don't want to retire, at all, but I know it'll happen sooner or later. So when it does, I'll just focus on the ladies. I'll most definitely become a stud.
My personality? Well, Simply put, I am most definately a total lady's man, a huge flirt. I can sweep any mare off her hooves with mere statements, and my gorgeous hazel brown eyes are claimed to have captured many mares hearts. My heart, however, has yet to be in love, even once in my life, and I highly doubt that will ever change.I obviouslt enjoy being around mares with a burning passion, but its that same burning passion inside of me that makes me hate other stallions, especially those who get the mare that I want, that I DESERVE, before I have a chance to.

Painted Dreamer is my official show name.
My barn name is simply Dream, short and sweet.
I am most definitely a mare, no need to prove it.
I am a mere 2 1/2 Years old, quite young.
I was born and raised in the wild, and can not imagine anything different.
I am not a purebred. I'm half Paint and half Arabian.
But I am still quite the spunky mare. I have a ton of sass, and I am not afraid to put someone else in their place, whether they be a stallion, a mare, or a foal. I seem to always be showing my attitude, and the fact that I'm not a pure thoroughbred really doesn't affect me. Try to make fun of me about it, see what happens.

Name? Its El Dorado. Most just call me Elle though, its my barn name.
I'm currently 9 years old.
I'm obviously a stallion, a male, ungelded.
I am a purebreed thoroughbred.
I have sired many foals.
I have been in the wild since I was a foal, and have my own herd.
I will most certainly admit, that I have calmed down a lot since I was younger. I was a crazy stallion, driven constantly by my competitive nature, both in races and towards mares. I wanted to always win, especially the hearts of the mares. I'm no longer proud to say that I was a heartbreaker, but now I am much more cool and sweet. I still don't like other stallions, or humans much.

[Ellie Marie]

[[All of them are accepted <33 Pretty beebees]]

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Info
Gender: Male
Mood: Relaxed; Content
With: No one
Sexuality: Bisexual; Leaning to males
Crush: None

Storm was a bit surprised when she made it up the hills so easily, and quickened his pace. He didn't want to seem weak or not able to hold his own, in fear of her leaving to find a better stallion. He would hate for her to leave, she was such a kind soul, but also seemed to have a fierceness in her that wasn't common in some mares. Storm quickly made his way to her and looked down at the fields, covered in lush green grass and bountiful flowers. "That's it." He said, ears flicking.

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Info
Gender: Female
Mood: Curious; Calm
With: No one
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: No one

"Okay then, just wondering, you're the only horse I've seen for days. It would have been nice to have some company." Indiana replied, trying to hide a giggle at his clumsiness, and starting to walk along the beach and away from the stallion. He didn't seem too keen on having her around. Hopefully there would be another herd she could have joined. Indiana didn't need a stallion that was going to order her around and talk to her like she was a brick wall. But, who knows, the stallion could have just been having a bad day.

[r e d]

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wip. sorry!

[broken*]

~Dark Lady's Revenge~
The dark mare was in the middle of a cluster of trees, completely hidden from the unwanted eyes of other horses, especially stallions. She was not really the type of horse that wanted to be tied down, and would fight a stallion if it came down to it. She had before and was willing to do it again. She was a stubborn mare, but more mysterious even that it drew horses to her. A wicked twinkle was in her eyes at the thought, for she loved to break hearts.

~Crackin' Chestnuts~
The bright red, somewhat arrogant stallion was galloping across an open field, his head held high and proud, his nostrils taking huge breaths as he tried to keep from overworking himself as he ran. He spun in a quick circle, the sudden scent of a mare overcoming his senses, and he let out a loud scream of a nicker, freezing as he perked his ears, waiting for a response. (Can be anybody).

~Painted Dreamer~
The colorful, quite pretty little mare was quite nervous, to be honest. She was young and could tell by the slightly sweet scent surrounding her that her heat was begining. She wasn't fully into it yet, thankfully, but her ears were perked and her body tense, ready to run if need be.

~El Dorado~
The pale stallion was extremely calm and relaxed, enjoying the shade of a large tree off towards the side of a small clearing. There was a slight breeze in the air, which was working at his mane and tail, blowing them lightly around in the breeze. His ears were perked slightly, swiveling around every so often, not necessarily looking for other horses but ready to go if he heard one.