Wild Life - Wild Mustang RP - Accepting

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted, I have Electra and Devil open and they need herds, and my stallion, Cloud is open for mares If anyone is interested)

[horse .]

(Would you mind replying with your mare Devil ? I read her history and personality, I like it!! )

[Blumenkranz]

(Sure c:)

Devil was grazing quietly by herself, her tail flicking occasionally as she nibbled on the grass. The young mare wasn't too interested in a herd at the moment so she was trying to avoid other horses, but it was going to be hard for her since it was spring and stallions were trying to gain more mares. She could hear the calls of stallion in the distance and her ears would flick occasionally though she mostly ignored them. However, she heard one that seemed to be not too far from where she was standing. She stopped grazing and raised her head slowly, spotting a stallion calling for mares. He wasn't a bachelor either, he had a mare with him. She watched him carefully for a moment, then turned and began to walk away, hoping that he wouldn't notice her.

[beth.]

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

Changed her name to mischievous misfit, missy for short)

[horse .]

Captain Jack Sparrow
Something flickered in the corner of the stallions eye, pricking his ears and taking in the sweet scent of a mare he spotted her, not far from him. Clearly a loner! Letting out a tremendous cry the mustang bolted, coming nearer, slowing to a prances trot. Then halt, Captain watched the mare, curiousity hinting in his eyes. But only for a second, as he could see the mare preferred no company, flattening his ears against his skull, and head low to the ground he charged towards her, careful not to be kicked by the hooves. He went to one side of her, nudging and nipping lightly.

[beth.]

ｍｉｓｃｈｉｅｖｏｕｓ ｍｉｓｆｉｔ

Age ; 9
In heat ; stage 2
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 2
Tags ; none
rank ; loner

Missy grazed quietly, bobbing her head as she watched her surroundings before grazing, she had little interest in stallions as she was in stage 2, and until she hit stage three or four she'd need to be snaked because she'd unlikely be seduced by a stallions handsome words. The pretty paint mare kept an ear flicking for she would run at the sound of a stallion, predator, and even a mare, because another mare meant another heat scent which would combine with hers making it stronger which would cause a stalion to come, but then again if he focused on the other mare first she'd run off which would make him ignore her, or possibly come after her.

ｄａｒｌｉｎｇ ｒｉｖｅｒ

Age ; 3
In heat ; stage 3
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 0
Tag ; none
rank ; loner

River grazed silently, now and then giving off a soft nicker arlaming stallions of her presence. The pretty mare then raised her tail spreading her strong scent before returning to grazing, listening to any stallions in the area. Being in stage 3, she was in deed curious and interested in getting a herd so the thought of finding a stallion was interesting her.

ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｍａｓｑｕｅｒａｄｅ

Age ; 8
In heat ; stage 1
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 0
Tags ; near captian
rank ; loner

Masquerade grazed silently, listening carefully. Stallions were not on her mind, nor was a herd, she couldn't care less for nothing was interesting her. She was not deep enough in heat to worry abotut them so she simply grazed quietly, tail flicking spreading her very weak scent. The manipulative mare pricked her ears forwards towards a stallion (captain) who seemed to spot a mare (devil) Rolling her eyes the dappled palomino mare turned tail and walked off not caring if the stallion spotted her for she would only run off.

ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｍｅｎａｃｅ

Age ; 8
Mares in herd ; none
mares covered ; none
Tag ; none

Phantom grazed silently, his uncle, Bite the bullet had been spotted snaking a mare, seemed he gave up adventually because he left. it was within a herd so he obiously was not interested enough to snake her from the herd. Shrugging the handsome male turned and whinnied gently calling out to any lone mares in the area.

ｂｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｅｔ

Age ; 14
Mares in herd ; none
mares covered ; none
Tag ; none

Bull called out to any lone mares, curious to find htem, he was going to snake though, being 14, it would be easy against 4-12 year old stallions, above that would be a bit of a challenge. Ears pinned the male called out and spotted a herd (ANY HERD please reply)

[poddlywoodle.]

( @horse: i have kallik and nakota open, both mares c:
@M A T R Y O S H K A: could electra interact with toklo? )

[Sepia]

ＯＯＣ

Thanks for accepting me. ^^ Anyone got a character free for my two girls?

Ｍａｓｋｅｄ Ｂａｌｌ
Private/Keeps Things to Herself -- Fiery -- Sarcastic
In Heat
For Anyone in particular

Masked Ball was quietly grazing, swishing her tail gently. For some reason, she couldn't help thinking of the events that had come before this very moment; her last foal, the foal that had had to be given away, the foal that was with Dark Angel somewhere - Mask's beloved friend - not aware that, really, her 'mother' was her mother at all. Would Dark have told the foal yet? Mask had no idea, and her fur prickled uncomfortably as she thought this. It had been bothering her for a while, the events of the past, even though she had left the foal's father long behind her. Biting her lip, the female continued to graze, trying to push the memories behind her.

Ｒｕｎｓ ｌｉｋｅ Ｃｌｏｃｋｗｏｒｋ
Follower -- Friendly -- Sweet-Natured -- Fear of stallions
In Heat
For Phantom Menace/Horses.4.Life

The mare wondered through the area, ears pricked, her tail swishing as she went. She had not been in this new region long; only a couple of days at most, and for the moment she hadn't seen any sign of life. Where was everyone? Clocky wasn't too bothered about this, however - not really. Being with other mares meant meeting stallions, something that she did want to avoid as best as she could. You're going into heat now - there's no escape from stallions now, a little voice said in her head, before Clocky pushed it away. Yes; she was in heat, and she knew she had a better chance of being approached by a stallion while in this state. But that didn't mean that she had to find one, did she? No. She could just keep her head down, and then when her heat was over she could try sneaking her way into a herd and trying to get support that way.

You see, Clocky was in the sad position of needing something that she so desperately feared; a stallion gave her security, comfort and hope for the future with foals, but she was terrified of them, every single one, and although she needed a stallion the actual thought of being with one was almost too scary to contemplate, let alone act out in real life, actually here with an actual stallion. It was like having two conflicting voices in her head; one who urged her to stay as a loner, and the other urging her to get a herd - for every mare knew that she didn't have a chance lasting for a long time without some sort of protection, in this case a stallion and his band. Even the thought of being with another stallion made her pulse race, but she knew, secretly, as every mare knew, that she would have to find one. She just had to hope it was a nice stallion and not like her last band stallion.

Clocky was so busy thinking about this she didn't realise that a stallion was nearby until she laid eyes on him; he was a big stallion (but, then again, Clocky was small so she thought every stallion huge), and was calling for lone mares. How had she managed to walk into his path like that - the one type of horse the mare was trying to avoid?! She glanced around, knowing that she couldn't get away without the stallion realising that she was there, if he hadn't already (that was unlikely, she thought; she was in heat after all). No; she was trapped; she couldn't outrun him, not a strong stallion like that, and she was probably already seen so she couldn't go into some woodland and hide out there. Her ears flew back, and she lowered her head, trying to seem like she wasn't there at all as her heart beat wildly in her chest and her vision swum.

[beth.]

ｍｉｓｃｈｉｅｖｏｕｓ ｍｉｓｆｉｔ

Age ; 9
In heat ; stage 2
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 2
Tags ; none
rank ; loner

Missy grazed quietly, bobbing her head as she watched her surroundings before grazing, she had little interest in stallions as she was in stage 2, and until she hit stage three or four she'd need to be snaked because she'd unlikely be seduced by a stallions handsome words. The pretty paint mare kept an ear flicking for she would run at the sound of a stallion, predator, and even a mare, because another mare meant another heat scent which would combine with hers making it stronger which would cause a stalion to come, but then again if he focused on the other mare first she'd run off which would make him ignore her, or possibly come after her.

ｄａｒｌｉｎｇ ｒｉｖｅｒ

Age ; 3
In heat ; stage 3
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 0
Tag ; none
rank ; loner

River grazed silently, now and then giving off a soft nicker arlaming stallions of her presence. The pretty mare then raised her tail spreading her strong scent before returning to grazing, listening to any stallions in the area. Being in stage 3, she was in deed curious and interested in getting a herd so the thought of finding a stallion was interesting her.

ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｍａｓｑｕｅｒａｄｅ

Age ; 8
In heat ; stage 1
Band Stallion ; none
Herd ; None
Foals ; 0
Tags ; near captian
rank ; loner

Masquerade grazed silently, listening carefully. Stallions were not on her mind, nor was a herd, she couldn't care less for nothing was interesting her. She was not deep enough in heat to worry abotut them so she simply grazed quietly, tail flicking spreading her very weak scent. The manipulative mare pricked her ears forwards towards a stallion (captain) who seemed to spot a mare (devil) Rolling her eyes the dappled palomino mare turned tail and walked off not caring if the stallion spotted her for she would only run off.

ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｍｅｎａｃｅ

Age ; 8
Mares in herd ; none
mares covered ; none
Tag ; Runs like Clockwork

Phantom pinned his ears and warned both angel nad promise to behave, if they did, he would protect them, he would treat them with respect and he'd be quite affectionate. In his eyes it said so, ones eyes always told the truth, but if they ignored him or such they'd be punished. Making his way towarsd promise he nudged her rump, staying close to her, knowing if she kicked it wouldn't hurt as he was too close. But he'd just keep asking till she gave in.

(nudge towards promise)

(well they won't leave, as much as they may dslike phantom... mares won't leave a stallion, a crueler stallion means better protection, mares want protection, and with that they pay with foals, the give the stallion foals, the stallion gives them protection, they don't or can't give foals, he won't give protection)

ｂｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｅｔ

Age ; 14
Mares in herd ; none
mares covered ; none
Tag ; none

Bull called out to any lone mares, curious to find htem, he was going to snake though, being 14, it would be easy against 4-12 year old stallions, above that would be a bit of a challenge. Ears pinned the male called out and spotted a herd (ANY HERD please reply)

[Re b e l]

Masked Magician

I stand alone in the middle of a meadow. I wonder where my real mother is. Dark Angel told me the truth right before she left to join another stallion. My withers shiver as a fly lands on my shoulder. I swish my tail lazily at the ones on my rump. I have been looking for my real mother Mask since Angel left me, I've lost track of how long it's been. I long for the days when it was just Angel, Mask, and I with our old stallion. Those were the days of peace and kindness. But those were the days when I was just a foal, and nothing good lasts forever. I'm about two now, technically I should be finding a new stallion, but instead I'm interested in finding my mother.

Dark Angel
I hear a stallions whinny somewhere off in the distance, it sounds as if he's calling for mares. Perfect. I gallop in the direction of the sound. I stop for a moment when I think I am close to the sound. I walk the rest of the way out of the forest. I hesitate on the tree line. My ears pricked, eyes wide, searching for any sign of a stallion. I finally find, him, well them actually. There's another mare with him. I snort, I don't get along well with mares, or stallions for that matter. My only friend had been Mask, and that was a long time ago. Well, it's time to meet these two. I whinny to them and trot over to the big palomino stallion and smaller buckskin mare.