Wild Life - Wild Mustang RP - Accepting

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Captain Jack Sparrow
The stallion took her answer as a yes, running his muzzle down her back and repositioning himself behind his mare. Snorting gently *Fades*.

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Captain Jack Sparrow
Several long minutes passed and the stallion *unfades*. Moving back towards the front of his mare he groomed her gently, he kept his ears sideways, relaxed but also listening for any danger. After another long period of grooming his one and only mare, Captain nudged her, asking her to move towards then water source they could hear nearby.

[rainswept.]

(What page is her form on?) (all accepted c: though I have a mare named Devil))

Storm walked over to where the water hole was, one ear flicked to the mare who was beside him and the other which was flicked to their surroundings in case something happened or someone decided to approach them. It didn't take long for them to reach the water, a few minutes of walking later they finally reached it. The young buckskin stopped by the edge of the water and glanced over to where Rodeo was, watching her for a moment before turning his attention back to the water. He lowered his muzzle to the water and began to drink, his ears now facing forward.

13))

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted)

[Re b e l]

Dark Angel-
Dust clouds the air and fills my lungs, mother always told me not to breathe in while rolling. I hop up, coughing, gasping for air. I trot over to the stream and shove my nose in, taking deep sips, clearing out the dust. I feel as it turns into slick mud and slides down my throat. I shiver at the nasty feeling and try to forget about it. The only way to rid of the horrid taste is with sweet grass. I bend my head down and fill my mouth with the joy spring has brought. The air is cool, but the sun warms my dark hair. I stand and enjoy the feeling for a moment, but not to long, I must keep moving. I trot along the tree line, staying in the warmth of the sun. I arch my neck and prance a bit, this is my favorite time of the year. I wouldn't mind if it was always like this. I keep my eyes open for any other horses, I've heard there are a few bands around this area, but those are just rumors told by lazy ponies with nothing else to do. I nicker to myself, the first time in my life I have ever felt free. I'm not sure how far came, or how long it took me, but right now I could care less.

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The videos in your siggy is your dog right? Sorry, just asking))

[Re b e l]

Yes it is. His name is Max ))

[Blumenkranz]

(Maxxy, please post at least 3 lines per post, its one of the rules.)

[Re b e l]

(sorry, I edited it)

[rainswept.]

Yes it is. His name is Max ))

I love doggies! XD))
Zoey led Jewel over to the nearest water hole. "Water's good for you," she coaxed Jewel. She bent down and took a long drink, finally lifting her head back up and shaking it. Zoey restrained the urge to go in, because it would make it dirty for other horses. Instead, she gave herself a dust bath, rolling around on the grass.

Jewel copied her mother and drank, then writhed on the ground. "Mom, doesn't this just make you get more dirty?" she snorted crossly. Her mother shook her head, not wanting to explain now. Jewel finally got up and pranced around just for fun.

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Storm walked over to where the water hole was, one ear flicked to the mare who was beside him and the other which was flicked to their surroundings in case something happened or someone decided to approach them. It didn't take long for them to reach the water, a few minutes of walking later they finally reached it. The young buckskin stopped by the edge of the water and glanced over to where Rodeo was, watching her for a moment before turning his attention back to the water. He lowered his muzzle to the water and began to drink, his ears now facing forward.

»Rodeo«
Gender »Mare«
Age »4 years«
Mood »Content«
Location »Watering hole«
Heat »2«
Herd Band »Storm«
Herd Rank »Mare«
Tags »Storm«

Rodeo flicked her tail as she walked up to the water's edge, her heat scent becoming slightly stronger. Rodeo shook her body, getting rid of flies, extra hair, dust, and trying to ignore her heat scent. She flicked her tail again, shoeing flys from her hocks. She stepped to the water's edge, dipping her muzzle in and taking a nice long cool drink. She snorted with pleasure and then walked in, the flays not bothering her as much anymore. She was up to her hocks in water before she stopped and looked at Storm. She let out a soft whinny to him, inviting him into the cool water. She stood there, enjoying the water soaking into her fur, making it all damp. She closed her eyes in content with the water, resting her right foreleg. She dozed in the warm soft sunlight on her chestnut coat, her ears relaxed. She shook her flaxen mane once to remove a couple of flys, but otherwise she just stood contently.