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[dira.]

{Blind Man's Cry sounds like Cry Wolf but its ok}

[landofmakebelieve]

(Oh.. I didn't know that was your foals name.. Sorry)

[dira.]

{Its ok I actually find it quite funny}

[danheng]

Thank you, Mewtini/Superman (: )
I forgot to post so many forms. Spectrum and Verity. Im the smartest person in the world.)

[Rɛ∂∂]

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Thrane.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ::
Thrane.
Ａｇｅ::
9 year old stallion.
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Stallion.
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Mustang.
Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ::
16 hh
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Unknown.
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Unknown.
Ｏｆｆｓｐｒｉｎｇ::
None as of this moment.
Ｏｔｈｅｒ ::
Thrane is a quiet being, not fond of sharing with others. He doesn't speak much, but when he does it pertains to something of importance. Naturally, he is very protective of things he feels belong to him such as mares and land. As of now, he has no land of his own and has no mares. While he is not desperate for company, Thrane still wishes to have others around him.

[landofmakebelieve]

Last Resort
She flicked her ears, clenching her teeth.

Fade

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[ Blind Man's Cry ]
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[ Blind ]
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[ 0-1 Foal ]
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[ Colt ]
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[ Nokota Appaloosa mix ]
Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ::
[ Will be- 16.5 ]
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[ Affair ]
Ｄａｍ ::
[ Lass ]
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[ All Offspring ]
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[ Anything Else ]

[Little Things ;]

{{ Sorry for being inactive! I'm on my phone at the moment, so I apologize for the sad forms. x3

Destiny's Child -
Destiny was rather relaxed, her head drooping with content as the stallion groomed her. She turned her head slightly, her eyes shifting to look at him out of the corner of her eye. She yawned, and then noticed his sudden little burst of anticipation. She was fine with how he treated her. She would accept his invitation to join what ever herd or band he had, and calmly let him court her if he pleased. Maybe having another foal would ease her mind of her filly that passed in the winter. At that thought, he head threw up and she whinnied, ears flicking. But with no answer, she settled.

Riptide -
The young colt squealed excitedly as the young mare accepted his adrenaline and urgency to be with this mare. Pushed up against her rump, his tail flicked furiously from side to side. Doing this with an older mare probably would have left a few cuts and bruises on his hide, but he would learn that as he grew older. With another burst of urgency, he mounted.
* Fade *

[䏠xote]

Accepted both.

[Rɛ∂∂]

Thrane's dark eyes scanned about, surveying this new land before him. The air was soft as he breathed it in, gentle spring air that lacked the bite of winter. Stomping a hoof upon the terra, the brute shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He couldn't let this new place overwhelm him and cause his guard to slip. His ears swiveled about, listing to the sounds of insects. Lowering his head to level out his neck, Thrane began to walk forward once more. Outwardly he held a casual stride and pose however, he was inwardly trying to be as alert as he could without seeming spookish. The dark dun bronco debated calling out, debated calling to see if anyone was willing to answer. Finally, he made up his mind and let a questioning whinny roll out of him. It's deeper tones roamed from where he walked as he awaited an answer.

[val.]

|Tᴀʙᴀsᴄᴏ Sᴀᴜᴄᴇ|
sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ :; ɴᴏ ᴍᴀʀᴇs :; ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

The stallion stood still out in the open, his ears perked with curiosity at what lay before him. Toby lifted his tail, whisking it around his skinny hind legs. One ear flicked back, and soon the other as a call came to his ears. Tabasco Sauce lifted his muzzle to the cool breeze and inhaled slowly taking the scent of a stallion (Thrane). Interested, Toby let out a nicker in reply, tossing his mane as he followed the scent of the other stallion, his brisk trot slowing down as Thrane came to view. Toby stopped a ways away, unsure if this stallion had any mares, or if he was in a bachelor group. The stallion waited, before taking a step towards Thrane, hitting the ground with his hoof, curling his neck in as he snorted.