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✵ ḰᗝᕍᗩḰ ✵



✵ ᕼᗢᗢⅤᙓᔕ ᓰﬡ ✵

✵ Name ✵ Kodak
✵ Gender ✵ Stallion - Male
✵ Age ✵ Nine Years
✵ Rank ✵ Bachelor
✵ Herd ✵ ---

✵ ᗪᓰᘐᘐᓮﬡᘐ ᗪᗴᙓᕈᗴᖇ ✵

✵ Personality ✵ Kodak is nosy and forceful when it comes to mares. He tries his best to make them like him and join his herd. Secretly, he doesn't want to be alone and wants to have a large herd. He doesn't do well around other bachelors and will fight them over a mare if necessary. Though, when you gain his trust and bond with him, he is playful and will protect you with his life. Ever since his band was snatched away from him, he is much more experienced when it comes to fighting off stallions and keeping his band safe.
✵ History ✵ He grew up with his dam, and he didn't know much about his sire. As soon as he was born, he and his mother were sent out of the herd for an unknown reason. Ever since the banishment, he had been by his dam's side through thick and thin. On their own for years, his dam was bit by a poisonous snake and died a few hours later since she wasn't treated. He was upset and frustrated over his mother's death and now he is on his own searching to make a herd. One day, he did come across mares and began his own band. It was well - he had foals and his band was growing. Suddenly, a much larger and stronger bachelor fought him for the band. He lost his whole band, and he was on his own once more. Now he is much more experienced and will be able to protect his band if a stallion tries to snatch them away.

✵ 〇ﬡ ☂ᖺᙓ 〇ᘮ♈ᔕᓰᖱᙓ ✵

✵ Weight ✵ 1430 lbs.
✵ Height ✵ 16.3 hands.
✵ Coat ✵ Black, white, and grey.
✵ Eyes ✵ Brown

✵ ℱᗩᙢᓮᒪ૪ ᒪᓰℱᗴ ✵

✵ Sire ✵ Unknown
✵ Dam ✵ Mystic
✵ Foals ✵ None

♛ ᖇᗢᎩᗩᒪ ♛



♛ ᕼᗢᗢⅤᙓᔕ ᓰﬡ ♛

♛ Name ♛ Royal
♛ Gender ♛ Mare - Female
♛ Age ♛ Eleven Years
♛ Rank ♛ Loner
♛ Herd ♛ ---

♛ ᗪᓰᘐᘐᓮﬡᘐ ᗪᗴᙓᕈᗴᖇ ♛

♛ Personality ♛ Royal is sassy, confident, and somewhat aggressive if you are a threat to her. She takes thing seriously and will tell you how it is. She isn't afraid to stand up for herself. She's very blunt, sarcastic, and tends to be a smart-alec. She tends to flirt with stallions and will do anything to be on top. When a stallion tries to court her, she like to play hard to get, but she is very willing to join a band. She doesn't enjoy being all by herself with no one to protect or care for her.
♛ History ♛ There isn't much too Royal's story. She grew up in the wild with a rather large band. Once she was old enough to care for herself, she left the herd in search for a new herd. One time, she was courted by a stallion who was much younger than herself. Seeing as the stallion was young and inexperienced, she was able to escape and continue her search for a much stronger stallion to take her in.

♛ 〇ﬡ ☂ᖺᙓ 〇ᘮ♈ᔕᓰᖱᙓ ♛

♛ Weight ♛ 1,000 lbs.
♛ Height ♛ 15.3 hands.
♛ Coat ♛ White and tan
♛ Eyes ♛ Brown

♛ ℱᗩᙢᓮᒪ૪ ᒪᓰℱᗴ ♛

♛ Sire ♛ Red King
♛ Dam ♛ Distant Sun
♛ Foals ♛ None

❁ ᖘᗩᒪᗢᙢᗩ ❁



❁ ᕼᗢᗢⅤᙓᔕ ᓰﬡ ❁

❁ Name ❁ Paloma
❁ Gender ❁ Mare - Female
❁ Age ❁ Eight Years
❁ Rank ❁ Loner
❁ Herd ❁ ---

❁ ᗪᓰᘐᘐᓮﬡᘐ ᗪᗴᙓᕈᗴᖇ ❁

❁ Personality ❁ Paloma is easygoing, friendly, and sweet. Around stallions, she becomes fidgety, nervous, and she tends to flee from them. Though, despite fleeing so much, she's rather easy to court. It doesn't take much to gain her trust once she realizes you aren't a threat. If you push her around, she'll unwillingly obey so there wouldn't be any fighting involved. When you gain her trust, she's friendly and playful. She is also kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer others up and help them out when they need it. She has a motherly instinct and will comfort other mares.
❁ History ❁ She grew up on a farm with many other horses. For many years, she was used to help beginner riders and even kids with disabilities. The farm was nice and everything was going well. One day, disaster struck the farm. It caught on fire and many of the horses escaped. She fled from the farm and has been on her own ever since. She's rather tamed even if she has been in the wild for a certain amount of years. She doesn't mind being on her own, but she does become lonely at times. She seeks comfort from other mares, and she flees from bachelors aiming to create a band.

❁ 〇ﬡ ☂ᖺᙓ 〇ᘮ♈ᔕᓰᖱᙓ ❁

❁ Weight ❁ 850 lbs.
❁ Height ❁ 14 hands.
❁ Coat ❁ Whiteand gray.
❁ Eyes ❁ Brown

❁ ℱᗩᙢᓮᒪ૪ ᒪᓰℱᗴ ❁

❁ Sire ❁ Abercrombie
❁ Dam ❁ Tiger Lily
❁ Foals ❁ None

[azhefa.]

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} ;; haha, accepted c: @Fandoms, would you want to start? I know @ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ does xD

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[chemical.]

→ [Ⓗαυηт]є∂ Ｂⓔⓐⓤту ←

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• name// haunted beauty[haunt]
→ ❝ haunted beauty. his name is fitting, really. the stud has a sleek, handsome appearance, with a daunting personality. haunts' mother had called him prometheus at birth- a strong, honorable name, but later changed it to haunted beauty as his cruel mind began to show. ❞
• age// thirteen years of age
→ ❝ haunt is a strong, powerful, experienced stallion at the ripe age of thirteen years- right in his prime. he is not old, but not to young. he is a stallion that knows what he is going- a veteran. ❞
• gender// stallion
→ ❝ haunt is a stallion. a rude, proud, mighty stallion. ❞
• breed// mustang
→ ❝ the roan stud is a full-blooded mustang from heart to blood, and proud of it. ❞
• disposition// proud, cruel, harsh, possessive, brave, paranoid, impatient, stubborn, calculating, secretive, hot-headed
→ ❝ haunt is a cruel stallion. harsh, possessive, hot-headed. his mares are trophies. he is not satisfied unless he has collected a harem of beautiful prizes to flaunt and display as he wishes. obedience is one thing the stallion away demands, and if it is not given to him upon first glance he will break a mare to his wishes. haunt believes himself high and mighty, royalty. a stallion to be respected. he has little to no patience, and as such with snap if a mare steps out of line once, or if a stallion wanders just that little bit to close to his trophies. he is paranoid, to say the least, believing that his mares will run or be taken if he so much as closes his eyes to rest for a moment, and has become a very light sleeper, twitching awake at the slightest sound. his pride often drives him to do stupid and idiotic things, though his fearsome scream often chases away anything he may challenge before he gets to it. he is secretive, caring deeply for his mares but treating them as though it were the opposite. in moments of calm, when he has what he wants and obedience is established, he may show flickers of kindness to the mares he so desperately holds onto. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ haunt's father was a proud stud who had battled with humans all his life- desperately clinging to his herd, to the wild. his mother, an ornery, tiny arabian mare who led the herd with great dominance. haunt learned his hard ways from his father, and his stubborn, dominant traits from his mother, becoming a violent, head-strong stallion at a very young age. once he reached two years old, his father was more than happy to drive the colt out into the world, for fear he would try to overthrow him. haunt wandered for over a year by himself, collecting scars and experience from fights with stallions and predators a like, though never did he shy away from a challenge. at just three years old, the stubborn stallion snaked a lone yearling into being his first mare, and kept her on a tight leash, knowing that if a challenger came by he may not be able to keep her. over the years, haunt built up a harem of nine steady mares who he held onto with a firm rule. it wasn't until just before the stallion turned twelve years old that everything was taken from him. in the middle of a spring storm, two trees were torn up by the winds, and came crashing down just beside the herd, spooking the mares and sending them sprinting. haunt chased after them in fury, but they were gone, fled into the rain and the darkness. furious at his loss and determined to build up a glorious herd once more, the stallion set out to find more mares. ❞
• description// muscular, blue roan, brown eyes, scarred, 16.0 hands
→ ❝ haunt is a muscular stallion, and flaunts this at every given chance. he has powerfully corded legs, sharp gray hooves, and a muscular body. the thick stallion has a velvet pelt- that of a rusty blue roan in color. his mane, thick and tangled, soft to touch, it is dominantly black and brown, is wild and uncut, reaching down past his shoulders. his tail is a thick, creamy white that nearly brushes the ground as he walks, also long and unkept. haunt has light brown eyes that always glitter dangerously- showing all of his nasty thoughts and emotions. he stands at a good 16.0 hands tall, his rough roan coat dusted with scars from won battles, displaying his power. ❞
• rank// dominant bachelor
→ ❝ being the oldest, most aggressive, and most dominant stallion to walk these lands thus far- haunt is the dominant bachelor of the painted plains. the top stud. ❞
• mares// none
→ ❝ haunt lost his herd just months ago- nine mares and their foals. ❞
• offspring// many
→ ❝ haunt has sired more than his far share of foals over the years. ❞
• kin// countless [dream]
→ ❝ the roan stallion has more living family than he could possibly count, but he does recall the name of one sibling born around the same time as him, a mare named dream. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ haunt is no complex stallion- what more is there? ❞

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[size=70][color=#808080]rank//[/color] bachelor
[color=#808080]age//[/color] thirteen
[color=#808080]location//[/color] meadow
[color=#808080]mood//[/color] aggressive, impatient
[color=#808080]mares//[/color] --
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[size=70][color=#808080]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#808080]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]the pinto stallion moved at an easy canter over the earth, four sharp gray hooves carrying him quickly over the lush spring landscape. haunt was still furious, having his herd scattered. lost. taken from him after he had worked so hard to keep it. to keep them all safe. he shook his neck, tossing about his thick black mane, ears twitching atop his broad head as he heard the distant calls of other horses. of mares. trophies to begin a new collection with. to rebuild. haunt stretched his neck forward and let out a low nicker, dark eyes sweeping over the landscape expectantly. he wanted a new herd- wanted new mares, and he would have them. haunt was more than willing to challenge a younger stallion for his mares at this point- and watched the land expectantly for a band to snake or a lone mare to claim. the sky overhead was gray; covered by thin, dark clouds that kept the lush green earth down below concealed in a watery gray light. the world looked dull and dingy, the early spring air thick with the scent of marsh in heat and damp soil- the scent of new life. it was loud, aggressive, the loud nicker that rumbled off his vibrating lips. it was a call to mares; speaking of his strength. of his potential. any intelligent mare would look for such a call, the call of an experienced stud. one that would be worthy of a herd, one that could protect and fight. haunt had left the group of bachelors day earlier in search of mares- in search of a herd to steal, leaving the capable bandit in his place until his unexpected return. if the pinto steed could help it, he would not be returning to his fellow bachelors. if he could help it, he would find mares. he would start a herd. he would never have to return- wouldn't have to spar with the other brutes for a position that meant nothing to him, a position that meant nothing in general. pushing around younger stallions was nothing compared to leading a herd of gorgeous trophies.[/size]

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→Ｓтⓞяу ⓞƒ ⓐ »[« Ⓥαgαвση∂ »]« Ｗⓐη∂ⓔяⓔя ←

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• name// story of a wanderer[vagabond]
→ ❝ vagabond's name was originally just a combination of his parents' - a priceless story and this wandering heart, but he grew to fit it quite well. he acquired his nickname around the age of one year- when he started drifting more and more, and simply kept it. ❞
• age// five years of age
→ ❝ vagabond is a young stallion, fresh-faced and largely inexperienced, but determined and ready to learn. ❞
• gender// stallion
→ ❝ the elegant steed is a proud stallion. ❞
• breed// arabian
→ ❝ long legs, dished face, elegant trot- a full blooded arabian, right down to the roots. ❞
• disposition// calm, friendly, loyal, intelligent, trustworthy, protective, kind, laid-back, curious, restless
→ ❝ there's always at least one in a crowd, the one that likes to stay on the side-lines, that is always calm and friendly and that never gets in fights or gets angry. that's vagabond. he is a very laid-back stallion, and tends to stay out of trouble. when he does get noticed by a bachelor yearning for a fight or a predator looking for an easy meal he is almost always able to get away on his long legs, dashing over the earth at enchanting speeds. he has a strong flight response, and being so fresh-faced and new to the world of bands, may end up leaving his mares behind if an older stallion or predator comes knocking. being only five years old, the stallion is very inexperienced, having been in only a handful of fights and having never had a band of his own, though he does try. vagabond is an intelligent stallion, one who can easily strike up a beautiful conversation. even though he may seem dull and dumb, he his quite the opposite, always willing to swap stories or shed light on a subject. he is a very social horse, which ties into his extreme curiosity. if he hears or sees something, he just has to respond. vagabond is however, restless. he does not like to stay in one place long- the most being a few days, and will always urge his traveling companions to a new location. if they do not move he may just leave them behind, though he always comes back. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ vagabond was born into a surprisingly large herd- one that held twelve mares plus their foals at the worst of times. being around such a large group of horses often made the young colt nervous, though being the son of one of the most submissive, over-looked mares in the herd meant that more often than not he didn't have to be in the center of things. he only interacted with his father once or twice, the stallion had plenty other more promising foals than himself, and often didn't have time for the little gray colt. vagabond had a close relationship with his mother, though even that came to an end when the colt was left behind one day. he was just under two years old, nearing the age at which he would have to go out on his own anyway, but it still surprised him when he woke up to see that his father had picked up and left him behind in the night, clearly tired of him wandering too far and causing mares to go chase him back or worse- drawing bachelors closer to the herd. vagabond fell right in with the local bachelors, and though he often wandered the young stallion always returned to the one place he felt at home. vagabond tried many times to court mares, but they always sent the inexperienced stallions running. so he tried snaking, and they always got away. it wasn't until he turned five that he decided to try again, deeming himself old enough and strong enough for a small band of his own. ❞
• description// lean, lightly dappled gray, brown eyes, 15.0 hands
→ ❝ vagabond is a handsome arabian stud. his coat is soft, velvety, a pale gray that almost appears white with a soft powdering of dapples tossed over his coat, most prominently on his lower legs, neck, and haunches. he has a long, thin feathery mane and tail that are both a snowy white. vagabond has the appearance of a true arabian- his legs are long, thin, his neck arched and his head perfectly chiseled, dished muzzle and all. he has a lean build, and is not any more muscled than your average young stallion, and may even be a bit on the weaker side, though he makes up for it with his speed. vagabond has friendly light brown eyes that are often hidden under his long forelock. he stands 15.0 hands at the withers, an average height, but he is surprisingly free of any and all scars, though not for long. ❞
• rank// subordinate bachelor
→ ❝ seeing as vagabond is both very young and very laid-back, he has no hopes of ever leading the bachelor band, and is simply a subordinate bachelor. ❞
• mares// none
→ ❝ vagabond has never been strong enough to start a herd, though he hopes this will be his year. ❞
• offspring// none
→ ❝ vagabond has never before had the chance to sire even a single foal. ❞
• kin// countless
→ ❝ vagabonds' birth herd was huge, he has more distant family and siblings than he would ever hope to guess. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ there is not much more to be told about the stud. ❞

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[size=70][color=#000040]rank//[/color] bachelor
[color=#000040]age//[/color] five
[color=#000040]location//[/color] meadow
[color=#000040]mood//[/color] calm
[color=#000040]mares//[/color] --
[color=#000040]tagged//[/color] --[/size]
[size=70][color=#000040]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#000040]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]the young arabian stud had his dished face lowered to the earth, huffing as the soft strands of lush green grass brushed against his maw, tickling him as he grazed. his fresh, lean body stood out against the dark green landscape, against the muscular bodies of his fellow bachelors scattered about the plains. thus far, he was void of all scars. none of the older stallions had tried to fight him or push him around, and he was thankful, though he knew that if he did no break off and find a herd soon they would surely find him a prime target to rid their frustrations on. for the moment, however, vagabond was happy to remain out in the plains, grazing. as much as vagabond was desperate to start a herd of his own, he was smart. he knew he was young- and knew he was no muscled mustang stud. he would just have to wait, wait until some of the older stallions drifted away and found herds of their own. if one of them saw him with a mare they would most defiantly attack him, and the young stallion didn't want to get stuck under a stallions' wraith. there was no chance of him winning against an older steed, not even in the slightest.[/size]

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→ Ⓗαυηтє∂ »[ ♆ Ⓓяєαм ♆ ]« Ｍⓔмσяιⓔѕ ←

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• name// haunted memories[dream]
→ ❝ haunted memories was simply a combination of her parents names- lovely memories and haunted dreams, just like countless other horses got their names. the name she refers to most often, dream, is a name her father gave her due to her distancing herself, spending the day watching the clouds pass by, day dreaming. ❞
• age// twelve years of age
→ ❝ dream is an experienced mare, in her prime at a strong twelve years old. ❞
• gender// mare
→ ❝ dream is very surely a mare. ❞
• breed// mustang
→ ❝ dream is a mustang, in heart and blood. she is stout and powerful, displaying all the best physical attributes of a wild born mustang. ❞
• disposition// harsh, stubborn, protective, extremely dominant, brave, hot-headed, fearless, motherly
→ ❝ dream is... well she's been described as a number of things. sociopath. pessimist. for starters, this mare is one of the most dominant you will ever meet. even when she was a foal, she would poke and prod the lead mare of her fathers' herd until she lashed out at the filly. dream will not think twice when taking control of a herd, no matter what anyone has to say about it. she will put anyone and everyone in their place, including her stallion. the mare refuses to be bossed about, to be below the lead, and if she cannot be lead in a herd, she will leave. the mare is very brave and protective, willing to challenge anything to protect her foals or get what she wants, be it mare or stallion or predator, or even human. stubborn. if dream doesn't want to do something, it won't happen. if she wants something, it will be hers. no way around that. she will not stop, will not rest until she fulfills her wishes. dream has a very explosive temper, and will lash out at everything and everyone if provoked. the mare is ruthless, willing to kill anything and everything that angers, threatens, or challenges her, including other mares. and, just like her brother haunt, dream is a cruel horse. demanding. harsh. she will only join a stallion she believes is good enough for her. and any mares in the herd that she doesn't like, will get driven out. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ dream was born into a small herd, surprisingly, considering her fathers' prideful personality. her mother was a beautiful palomino mare, her name lovely memories, and her father was a great big paint mustang by the name of haunted dreams. dream lived a rather uneventful life as a foal, despite her constant pranks and fights with other foals. at the age of two years, the young mare left her birth herd and was almost instantly snaked by a stallion because of her beautiful coat. she didn't stay long though, for she couldn't bare to be pushed around by his lead mare and wasn't strong enough to overthrow her. one night about six months later, she fled in the night. this pattern repeated, for a long time. she would stay with a herd throughout and autumn and winter, and flee in spring. a couple of times she allowed a stallion cover her in the last stage of her heat, and she bore four foals before she found a herd where she stayed. when she was nearly seven years old she ran into a young stallion of only five, with three mares hardly older than four. they had been foals in his mothers' herd, one he had not been born into, and when he left they followed. dream joined as their lead mare, and stayed with them for some years. she gave birth to three foals before having her first colt, hunter. at the start of winter, during the first snow, her stallion was killed defending the herd from a cougar. dream and hunter set out together into the cold, unforgiving landscape. they traveled together for just a few days before hunter wandered too far one day in late winter and was targeted by a cougar. the young feline went after the colt, leaping at him with a rumbling growl. his face thick with blood, the snow coated in crimson, dream was furious and terrified, terrified that she would loose her colt. the mare charged head-first at the young cougar, sending it running. dream went into hiding with her foal, though hunter bled out during the night. dream has been alone since, just waiting for the next greedy stallion to declare her as his. ❞
• description// muscular, chestnut sabino, blue eyes, scarred, 15.0 hands
→ ❝ dream is a beautiful, strong, powerful mare who can defend herself, and is sure to show this to any stallion she meets. she has a gorgeous soft chestnut sabino coat, the majority of her hide rich, bright chestnut. splashes and patches of snowy white cover her body, dripping down her long legs and painting her flanks. her mane is thick, long, and tangled, a brighter brown still that her chestnut coat. her tail is thick, burred, long and ratty from years of no care, the same bold chestnut as her mane. dream has various scars scattered over her body, outlining each and every curve, all of the perfectly modeled lines of her elegant, powerful body. the mare stands 15.0 hands at the shoulder. ❞
• rank// lone mare
→ ❝ dream lost her herd long ago, before the last winter, and has been a lone mare for some time. ❞
• status// in heat
→ ❝ dream went into heat very early into spring, and has reached her third stage of heat. while she will still be disobedient and hard to wear down, the sabino mare is much more interested in stallions that she would have been in previous weeks. ❞
• herd// none
→ ❝ dream has been without a herd since last autumn. ❞
• offspring// a few
→ ❝ dream has bore a few foals from time to time, though has none with her now. ❞
• kin// countless [haunt]
→ ❝ while dream has extensive family, far more than she could ever count, one name comes to mind. haunt. a half-brother of hers. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ anything else about the fiery mare will have to be revealed with time. ❞

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[size=70][color=#ff0000]rank//[/color] lone mare
[color=#ff0000]age//[/color] twelve
[color=#ff0000]location//[/color] forest waterfall
[color=#ff0000]mood//[/color] calm
[color=#ff0000]status//[/color] in heat[stage two]
[color=#ff0000]herd//[/color] --
[color=#ff0000]tagged//[/color] --[/size]
[size=70][color=#ff0000]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#ff0000]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]the canopy overhead cast peaceful dappled shadows over the pinto mares' beautiful velvet coat as she grazed. the soft roar of falling water was all she could hear, it filled her twitching ears and blocked out any other noises- which she hated. she would never be able to hear if another horse was approaching, though in the very least she hoped that the thick musty scent would shield her own. dream was not interested in a herd- not yet anyway. she was in the early stages of her heat, and if one of those arrogant, proud studs strutted her way she would be off. the experienced mare would do her best to stay away from stallions until autumn- when she would be forced to find a herd to survive. of course, she had told herself this almost every year, but at some point or another her heat scent her running to the closest brute every time. a soft snort escaped the mares' pink nostrils as she lifted her head, blue eyes glittering in the dim light- all but emotionless as she watched the open forest around her. maybe she would be save here for one simple reason- who would be wandering through the forest? wolves were common, and it was one of the closest places to the humans you could be, why would any stallion come strutting through here?[/size]

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→ Ⓑσяη ＴＯ ⒷⒺ »[« Ⓚнαℓєєѕι »]« Ｑυⓔⓔη ←

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• name// born to be queen[khaleesi]
→ ❝ khaleesi's name was really a spur of the moment thing. when she was born, her father commented; saying she had the beauty of a queen. as she grew, and showed her calm nature, her knack for leadership, her mother called upon this comment, this memory, and named her 'born to be queen.' khaleesi came later- a name her father gave her. ❞
• age// seven years of age
→ ❝ khaleesi is still young at a mere seven years old, but she is still old enough to have lost the naive mindset of a yearling. ❞
• gender// mare
→ ❝ khaleesi was born a mare and will die a mare. ❞
• breed// arabian
→ ❝ both of khaleesi's parents were full-blooded proud arabians, making her one as well. ❞
• disposition// kind, motherly, loyal, respectful, protective, brave, obedient, somewhat dominant
→ ❝ khaleesi is a very sweet, friendly mare who loves to be in herds. the mare absolutely hates being on her own and will accept any company that she can find, be it stallion or mare of foal. she is motherly, even though she has had very few foals in her life. the mare is loyal and respectful, faithfully following her stallion anywhere and treating her lead with the highest manner of respect and kindness. she is obedient when it comes to stallions, willing to go with just about anyone with little fuss, and while she can be dominant as long as she isn't at the bottom of the pecking order she doesn't really care to be lead. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ there is nothing out of the ordinary about khaleesi's past. she was born in a small herd, her father a young stallion at only five years. he had three mares, each with a foal. her father was kind-hearted and loving, spending his days prancing and playing with his trio of fillies. at the age of two years, the three young mares split off of the herd together, traveling for a mere three days until a stallion found him. he was experienced, his herd already large. khaleesi stayed with him for a mere two years before she was captured by humans. they kept her for nearly three years, beating her an abusing her, until one day she was left in an unguarded, unlocked pen. the mare managed to break out, and is now searching for a new herd. ❞
• description// lean, flaxen liver chestnut, brown eyes, 14.2 hands
→ ❝ khaleesi is a beautiful mare; her coat soft, velvety, wonderful to the touch. it is a rich, dark liver chestnut with soft dapples dusted across her flanks and neck. three prominent pink rings wrap themselves around her front legs and two about the space above her left hind ankle- scars from her imprisonment. khaleesi has glittering brown eyes, and stands at an average 14.2 hands. her tail is long, thick, and matted, while her mane is cut short, reaching just to the base of her neck. the humans had cut it during winter, and it has yet to grow back to its former glory. ❞
• rank// lone mare
→ ❝ khaleesi is a lone mare, looking for a new herd. ❞
• status// in heat
→ ❝ khaleesi is in heat; stage two, to be exact, but the obedient mare is still likely to accept just about any stallion she finds ❞
• herd// none
→ ❝ khaleesi has not had a herd since she was four years old. ❞
• offspring// two
→ ❝ khaleesi has had two foals; one of them having been born in captivity with her. ❞
• kin// countless
→ ❝ khaleesi has extensive family, and none that she recalls the names of. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ khaleesi does not keep secrets; ask and you shall know. ❞

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[size=70][color=#8080FF]rank//[/color] lone mare
[color=#8080FF]age//[/color] seven
[color=#8080FF]location//[/color] valley
[color=#8080FF]mood//[/color] lonely
[color=#8080FF]status//[/color] in heat[stage two]
[color=#8080FF]herd//[/color] --
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[size=70][color=#8080FF]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#8080FF]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]loud calls filled the air, the calls of horses searching for herds, causing two light brown orbs to flick open. water dripped off the mares' soft maw as she lifted her head, splashing back into the river at her hooves. khaleesi flicked an ear, inspecting the land around her with curious dark eyes. the grullo mare had escaped from her human captors but a month ago, at the end of winter, and her frame still showed this. her coat was ragged, grungy, she was visibly underweight and her mane was cut short- reaching just above her shoulder. the scents of spring filled the air now- of damp soil and pollen and rain. she knew stallions would be on the look for new mares, and khaleesi was almost desperate to find a new herd. she hated be alone, hated being without a stallion to rely on for protection. a loud call formed in her chest, rolling off her vibrating lips as she made her location known. her nicker was desperate, begging, calling to any nearby stallions. she didn't want to be alone any longer, she wanted to feel protected once again.[/size]

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→ Ⓖнσѕт ←

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• name// dreams & reality[ghost]
→ ❝ ghost's name is a mixture of her parents'- bring me to reality and lost in my dreams. she got her nickname of ghost around the age of one year, when her mother noticed her ever-empty expression. ❞
• age// five years of age
→ ❝ ghost is a young mare at five years old, fresh-faced and new to herds. ❞
• gender// mare
→ ❝ ghost has the anatomy of a mare, so one would say she is. ❞
• breed// mustang/lusitano
→ ❝ ghosts' father was an arrogant mustang, her mother a proud lusitano, making her a lusitano/arabian cross. ❞
• disposition// quiet, reserved, distant, unemphatic, 'sociopath'-of a degree, vagabond, kind
→ ❝ ghost is... ghost is empty. she always seems like she just doesn't care. about anything. and she doesn't. she is quiet and reserved, rarely speaking and staying by herself on the outskirts of herds. the mare is completely unempathetic , not relating to anything nor caring about anyone. she is a sociopath, a vagabond. staying away from others and never staying long in one place. she could just as happily live her life in the largest herd or all alone, just so long as she doesn't have to interact with anyone or stay still. ghost makes an awful mother, just because she does not care for her foals, though that does not stop her from having them because when her stallion asks, she just doesn't care. she lets him do whatever he pleases. ❞
• past// awful
→ ❝ ghost was born in her fathers' herd, like every other mustang, though the only interaction from him she ever received was beatings. she wasn't pretty enough. she wasn't fast enough. she wasn't smart enough. she wasn't strong enough. ghost became the stallions' own personal punching bag; there for him to take out his frustrations. by the time she had reached one year, the filly was covered in scars from her muzzle to her legs. the colts in the herd all took after their father, and by the time they became yearlings, they picked up on the fact that she was free game. one in particular. he was a little older than the others- not even of her fathers' blood but a different stallion, for his mother was pregnant when she came to the herd. this colt was especially cruel, pestering and abusing her as the young filly went into her first heat cycle. at two years old ghost gave birth to a stillborn, leaving her weak and defeated, too young and unprepared to have carried the foal. days later, she was chased from the herd, kicked at and nipped at by various colts and her father. said stallion- now three years old- had been driven out months earlier, and spent no time claiming ghost as he saw her pushed away. once again, she was beaten and abused and mistreated- always terrified, ever submissive, always cowering. she was always kept on a tight leash with the young stallion- she was not allowed five feet away from him. she was his first mare, and he was so young. so very overly possessive. at the age of three the young mare had given birth to yet another of the stallions' stillborns- igniting his rage. she was shaken and thrashed and beaten, but by this time she simply didn't care. she was cold, distant, uncaring. locked away in her own mind, showing no emotion, letting him do whatever he wanted. she couldn't stop it anyway. just days later she returned to her heat cycle, and once again was made to bare his foal. at three and a half, a massive mustang stud strutted by and laid waste to the young arabian stallion- chasing him off bloodied and beaten, claiming the scarred ghost for himself. he was more gentle, though just as aggressive and demanding. ghost had come to recognize this as common stallion behavior- pushy, abusive, rude, angry. she remained carefully blank- empty, showing no emotion even in the best of times. she gave birth to her first life foal at the age of four years old, before leaving it behind. she did not care anymore, about anything. not the foal. not herself. ghost wandered too far- her stallion did not notice. he left her behind, rounding up his too-large herd and driving them away before she returned. ghost now wanders alone, and has since the end of winter, still distant, cold, uncaring. willing to follow any stallion- allow him to do as she pleases- for she has been warped and bent to the cruel studs' wills. ❞
• description// slim, palomino tobiano, hazel eyes, scarred, 14.3 hands
→ ❝ ghost has the small height of a arabian, the chiseled features and the defined ears, but the stocky build of a lusitanpp. her coat is short, soft, a golden palomino tobiano color- the majority of her body a snowy white while bright golden splashes outline the main curves of her body. her eyes are a glittering, muddy hazel color and she stands at a mere 14.3 hands. the mares' mane is long, thin and silky, a light creamy white; her tail long, brushing her ankles as she walks, the same silky cream. ghost is covered in scars, some thin and unnoticeable, others bold and ragged, disturbing her beautiful features. ❞
• rank// lone mare
→ ❝ ghost has been on her own for some time now, and is a lone mare. ❞
• status// in heat
→ ❝ ghost is in stage three heat, making her drift toward stallions while still not caring one bit. ❞
• herd// none
→ ❝ ghost left her last herd in the dead of night and has not been in one since. ❞
• offspring// roulette
→ ❝ she has had one living foal by the name of roulette dares, the filly should be about two years old now. ❞
• kin// countless
→ ❝ ghost has countless family members, and does not care to remember them. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ there is not much to her; ghost is a simple mare. ❞

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[size=70][color=#80bfff]rank//[/color] lone mare
[color=#80bfff]age//[/color] five
[color=#80bfff]location//[/color] meadow
[color=#80bfff]mood//[/color] calm
[color=#80bfff]status//[/color] in heat[stage three]
[color=#80bfff]herd//[/color] --
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[size=70][color=#80bfff]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#80bfff]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]empty brown eyes stared at a random point in the distance as the palomino mares' jaw moved, teeth working at the clump of grass she had picked from the earth below her. the mare flicked her scented white tail, ears twitching as she heard other horses calling out in the distance, though she had no thought on the matter. she didn't care if one of them found her, or if she was taken into another herd. it wouldn't change the way ghost lived her life any, shadowing a herd was the same as standing here alone, to her. she generally didn't interact with other horses at all when in a herd, aside from when the annoying studs pestered her about foals. she really didn't care. about anything, really. about other horses, about having foals, about where they went or who took them there. the only time ghost showed any really emotion was when her life was in danger. she would show fear, would feel it. many horses said she was selfish, said she only cared for herself. this was very much true.[/size]

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→ [ ღ Ⓡσυℓєттє ღ ] Ｄⓐяⓔѕ ←

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• name// roulette dares[roulette]
→ ❝ roulette dares. named after her father, russian roulette, and the one thing her mother wished she could be. daring. brave. bold. defensive. roulette came as her natural nickname- and the filly rather likes the sound of it. ❞
• age// two years of age
→ ❝ roulette is young. just a baby at two years old. she is fresh-faced, new to herds, naive. ❞
• gender// mare
→ ❝ roulette is still technically a filly, though she likes to say she is a mare. at any rate, she's a female. ❞
• breed// mustang/thoroughbred/lusitano
→ ❝ roulette's father was a stocky, muscular mustang/thoroughbred stallion; her mother a little, scarred mustang/lusitano cross, making her a bit of a mixing pot of breeds. ❞
• disposition// quiet, bold, brave, kind, protective, chivalrous, intelligent, thoughtful.
→ ❝ roulette is very bold, very opinionated. while she doesn't talk often, she will let you know what's on her mind with violent gestures and movements. if she doesn't like something, doesn't want to do something, she will be sure to make sure you know it. the young mare is generally kind, thoughtful, intelligent, always thinking things over. always offering a dignified response. she does not have the up-beat, excited, naive energy of most mares her age, though she does take after her adoptive mother. roulette is always the first to spit out a witty remark, to stand up for a foal. being picked on or to face a cruel stallion. she is oddly chivalrous- treating other mares politely and with due respect. humbly. nobly. though, as much roulette tried to avoid it, she often makes enemies. she will regard another horse as they regard her- so she will either be your best friend, that distant acquaintance, or your hated enemy. ❞
• past// odd
→ ❝ roulette was born in the spring- a bit of a late arrival. she does not remember her true mother, just bits and pieces. a patched coat, a scarred face, two empty hazel eyes. her mother left, or rather, was left behind, by her herd when roulette was only two weeks old- though she was taken in by an older mare whim had lost her foal to the cold clutches of winter. roulette modeled herself after the mare- copying her word for word, step for step. roulette looked up to her, and in turn grew to 'inherit' large parts of her personality. despite being abandoned and adopted- the rest of roulette's history is very regular, and there is not much to it, to be honest. she is only two years old, after all. at the beginning of spring, her father drove her out of the herd, and now she wanders, having just entered her first heat cycle. curious and interested- looking for friends and a herd. ❞
• description// dark palomino, brown eyes, 15.1 hands
→ ❝ roulette is exactly one hand taller than her mother, and one hand shorter than her father, standing 15.1 hands at the withers. the young mare took more after her father and her mother- only her long legs and defined ears showing her arabian heritage. she has been called beautiful many times- by her father, her adoptive mother, her siblings. her coat is a lovely, rich, dark palomino color- longer than the average horses by just an inch, though this makes it soft and silky to the touch. roulette has limited markings- a long, bold white blaze, and two snowy white bands around her ankles, and two socks on her hind legs. her mane is naturally wavy, thick, though not very long. it reached just to her shoulder, and is a rich creamy white. her tail is longer, brushing her fetlocks as she walks. unlike her mane, it is tangled and unkept- though the same creamy white. roulette is thus far devoid of any and all scars, her coat smooth and uninterrupted. ❞
• rank// lone mare
→ ❝ roulette has just recently been expelled from her fathers' herd, making her a lone mare. ❞
• status// in heat
→ ❝ having just entered her first heat cycle, roulette is intend in heat, though only faintly. ❞
• herd// none
→ ❝ roulette is alone, no herd and no companions, and while she is not against joining one she may not go willingly, at least not yet. ❞
• offspring// none
→ ❝ roulette has only just entered her first heat cycle- she has not yet been covered and has bore no foals. ❞
• kin// ghost
→ ❝ while roulette has large expanses of relatives, she knows the name of her birth mother, ghost. ❞
• other// none
→ ❝ roulette does not have much to tell- she has not been alive long enough for there to be anything interesting about her. ❞

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[size=70][color=#4040bf]rank//[/color] lone mare
[color=#4040bf]age//[/color] two
[color=#4040bf]location//[/color] meadow
[color=#4040bf]mood//[/color] curious
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[size=70][color=#4040bf]███████[/color][color=#000000]████████████████████[/color][color=#4040bf]███████[/color][/size][/left][size=85]empty brown eyes stared at a random point in the distance as the palomino mares' jaw moved, teeth working at the clump of grass she had picked from the earth below her. the mare flicked her scented white tail, ears twitching as she heard other horses calling out in the distance, though she had no thought on the matter. she didn't care if one of them found her, or if she was taken into another herd. it wouldn't change the way ghost lived her life any, shadowing a herd was the same as standing here alone, to her. she generally didn't interact with other horses at all when in a herd, aside from when the annoying studs pestered her about foals. she really didn't care. about anything, really. about other horses, about having foals, about where they went or who took them there. the only time ghost showed any really emotion was when her life was in danger. she would show fear, would feel it. many horses said she was selfish, said she only cared for herself. this was very much true.[/size]

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[paradise,]

} ;; accepted c: we can start! i'll get a first post up ^^

[Promiscuous.]

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Nakiah
"Miss Arrogant."
8 Years Old.
Nickname; N/A
Gender; Mare.
No Herd.

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Tags; Open.
Location; Plains
Feeling; Furious.
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A Norwegian Fjord mare was grazing in the desolate plains. Fighting off the buzzards that made her furious every minute. Flicking her tail wildly, she tried everything she could to Wipe those pests off of her. Pinning her ears, she shook her head and headed for a sign of water, or life. Her posture stretched to show her dominance as the rather little mare whipped her head furiously. As she found a small, running stream, She trampled through it with frustration. Obviously realizing the mare needed to travel even farther to find more water. Which meant she would also have to run into More of her kind, which she hated.

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E z r a

"The Mischievous One."
Age; 10.
Gender; Stallion.
Nickname; N/A.
No Mares.

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Location; Plains.
Feeling; Curious, Noisy.
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The curious paint stallion briefly grazed on the desolate plain. It was spring. He wasn't stupid, But he knew what Spring had meant. And he was interested. Grunting, he raised his head. Curious if any mares could be detected by their heat. Detecting nothing, he pawed the ground with irritation. Creating a dust bowl around him as he rolled around, frustrated with the buzzards already getting at him. Digging deep into his Flesh to lay eggs. As he got up, He shrilled. Extremely curious and wondering if anyone had been out there, Especially mares. Before ambling along in a brisk run, Looking to seek some shade near the forest.

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Aleyah
"The Spirited One."
Age; 8.
Gender; Mare.
Nickname; N/A.
No Herd.
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Tags; Open.
Location; River
Feeling; Curious, calm.

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A Curious paint mare ambled along the shoreline of the river. Browsing for a shallow area to wade in while she kicked up clumps of sand and dirt with the shuffle of her hooves. Nostrils flaring lightly, she flicked her ears in hesitation. By the time she found a gentle area, she cautiously waded in. The liquid engulfing her as she pressed her muzzle along the surface. Taking in a deep amount of refreshing water

[paradise,]

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rank// bachelor
age// nine
location// meadow
mood// ready to leave, determined
mares// none
tagged// none - open
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the muscled pure black stallion stood with the large group of bachelors, all wanting to gain mares this time 'round. zion would not be staying with these youngins much longer, he wanted to go out and explore, gain some beautiful mares to create a herd. of course, that was every stallion's dream, to expand their lines, create a new generation. he had noticed the dominant bachelor go off yesterday, probably never to return. as of now, the second in command was in charge but, zion knew he would leave soon as well. he knew that there was older stallions out there, that would steal his mares and hurt him but, that didn't deter the black from trying to build a herd. a slight snort escaped from his pale black nostrils, impatience in his breath. zion started making his way from the bachelors, picking up a bouncy trot, moving along the meadow. his black ears were flicked forward, his black tail flicking around his pure black hind legs. he soon noticed that the stallions he was just with, were now only mere memories as his mind thought about the new mares he could gain this year. he picked up a slight canter, his blood pumping through his veins, his heart starting to gain a quicker beat. the soft drumming of his hooves hitting the dense ground filled his ears, his dark brown eyes looking around for new editions. a low neigh escaped from his muzzle, his dark brown eyes showing a look of determination as he pressed on further.

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rank// bachelor
age// five
location// meadow
mood// antsy, excited
mares// none
tagged// none - open
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many young stallions surrounded the bay arabian, feeling a bit confined. mars took a couple of steps away from the clustered bodies, exhaling softly, feeling better away from all of them. he was eager to leave, to go find some pretty mares to play around with. he knew he was young but, that didn't turn him down, being the young, cocky stallion he is. mars flicked one dark bay ear forward, looking around at his fellow bachelors. he knew he had to leave if he wanted a good shot at getting some mares before all of the brutes left in search of trophies. three bachelors had already left, putting some competition on the young arabian. he knew he wasn't as well built as the pure mustangs but, he did have speed on his side, while the mustangs had strength. he let a light nicker protrude from his dark black muzzle, his dark bay ears flicked forward. mars decided to leave the bachelors, to find his own way in life, to extend his beautiful, pure arabian lines. the young male took off at a brisk canter, his body leaping into action, his dark brown eyes showing excitement. he held his dark black tail over his back gracefully, looking around excitedly as he gained more distance from the males. he made his way to the valley, the males now far out, his mind set on finding a new edition.

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rank// lone mare
age// eleven
location// salt marsh
mood// meh.
status// in heat [stage two]
herd// none
tagged// estella - open
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the palomino mare walked slowly along the wet grass, the muddy water splashing up onto her palomino and white legs. a soft huff escaped from her dark grey muzzle, showing her sigh of boredom. she liked being alone but, now she felt real alone, just the wet plains surrounding her, not a sign of life on the barren land. cloud shook out her mane, tiny droplets of dirty water falling the the wet ground. her hooves were submerged in the dark water, now standing still. the sun shone down on her, making her lovely coat shimmer, her muscles showing. a soft breath emerged from her pale pink nostrils, her chest heaving up and down as she exhaled. cloud started walking once again, determined to make her way towards some sign of life. her blonde tail flicking around, her strong scent spreading. she looked to her young filly by her side, her dark brown eyes then flickering back ahead of her. the filly wasn't much company, more of a nuisance. cloud wasn't that great of a mother but, she had allowed the filly to stay with her when her she left the herd.

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rank// lone mare
age// four
location// valley
mood// calm
status// in heat [stage three]
herd// none
tagged// none - open
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-bleh, i'm too lazy to say anything for my last two mares xC i splurged all my muse out on my stallions, leaving the thinking cup dry xD they are open so yeah, just have your stallion come find them xD-

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rank// lone mare
age// five
location// mountain waterfall
mood// content
status// in heat - stage one
herd// none
tagged// none - open
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-like i said above ^^ open.-

[eleutheromania]

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｓ

• Full Name- Shattered Titanium
• Nickname- Shatter,rarely called Titan
• Gender- Stallion
• Age- Thirteen Years
• Height- 16.2hh
• Breed- Mustang/American Quarter Horse/Thoroughbred

Ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ Ｙｏｕ Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ

• Behavior- Shatter is the average stallion to most. He is very stubborn and head strong, doing his best to hold his own in any sort of challenge. This stallion doesn't like to be messed with when he isn't in the mood for such things. Shatter can be very possessive and not so much affectionate. He will occasionally return any affection given but the stallion is mostly preoccupied with protecting a herd when he has one. He sees mares as trophies more than anything, along with them being his key to passing on his bloodlines. When he has the chance to have a mare, he'd take it without a hesitation, unless the stallion was far older than him, with more experience. If Titan came across a band formed by a younger stallion, he'd challenge him for the entire band instead of just snaking a mare here and there.
• Background- Shattered Titanium was born into a average sized herd of six mares and of course his father. The young colt was the smallest of his many siblings all ranging in different ages at the time. He had a pretty average young life to begin with. His father didn't manage to keep the herd during his first year and a new stallion took over, chasing out most of the juveniles right off the start. Shatter was kicked out at the average age not long after when he began to get cocky around the mares. When he was casted out, he wandered for a month or two before coming across a bachelor group, the eldest stallion being around the age of twelve. He fit in perfectly well with the other stallions, casual fighting occurred for him just to gain his experience up. When he hit the age of five, he dispersed from the group and went on the look out for mares. That year, he managed a herd of three mares, though he sired five foals, having caught two herd mares before their stallion covered them and why the stallion was preoccupied with his other mares. The next spring, when his herd consisted of three mares and three foals, the stallion tried to keep his band from others. It wasn't until early summer that a much older and experienced stallion took his herd from him and left the young stallion without mares for the first time after experiencing herd life. Shatter made his way back into the bachelor band and simply roamed for the next few years, attempting to build a herd many times but failing in more ways that one.

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• Sire- Cavalier - Deceased
• Dam- Nasira - Deceased
• Foals- Many, unknown locations

Ｌｉｆｅ Ｓｔａｔｕｓ

• Rank- Band Stallion
• Mares- illuminessence

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｓ

• Full Name- Dark Harmony
• Nickname- Dark
• Gender- Mare
• Age- Seven Years
• Height- 15.1hh
• Breed- Kiger Mustang

Ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ Ｙｏｕ Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ

• Behavior- Dark is a relatively calm and easy going type of mare. She doesn't complain or really reject much when it comes to a experienced stallion. The mare will on the other hand, try and outwit a younger stallion with little to no experience, but if it comes to spring, she isn't at all picky on who covers her. The mare is somewhat experienced in the area of herd dynamics. She can be very dominant over the younger mares and will make sure they know their place if she ends up being the eldest mare in the herd. If a older mare comes along, Dark will simply back down unless its only a year difference. She is fairly protective of foals and will usually stay near her foal if she has one at all times, especially when she knows there could be predators around.
• Background- Dark was born in the wild, though she wasn't full raised wild. When she was only a few months old, the filly and her mother were captured during a round up. Dark didn't know much at the time and simply grew up with a domesticated life. The mare was used for riding and that was about it. She wasn't far from where she had been from birth and one night, a wild stallion raided the pastures and stole some of the stable's mares, including herself. Dark was four years old at the time. He was a pretty young stallion so the mare simply went along with things for the first year or two. Her first couple of foals died early on from the cold winter or simply a predator, as she was a inexperienced mother. When a new stallion challenged the young stallion for the herd of three, Dark found herself with a more experienced stallion. She produced one foal before another round up plagued the herd, separating her from her two year old daughter as they scattered leaving her as a lone mare for the first time in a while.

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• Sire- Lucky Strike - Unknown Location
• Dam- Diamond Flare - Unknown Location
• Foals- A few, locations unknown

Ｌｉｆｅ Ｓｔａｔｕｓ

• Rank-
• Band Stallion- Ezra
• Status- Pregnant

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｓ

• Full Name- Mahogany Rune
• Nickname- Rune
• Gender- Mare
• Age- Three Years
• Height- 14.0hh
• Breed- Mustang

Ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ Ｙｏｕ Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ

• Behavior- Rune is a lively and spirited mare. She is often times getting herself in trouble with older mares because of this. She can be docile and calm at times but the young mare usually wants to just run and enjoy the wind. She isn't the smartest due to her young age and it can cause some difficulties on her part. She can be very friendly towards others too.
• Background- Rune doesn't have much of a interesting past due to her young age. She was born into a herd of six mares and nine young fillies and colts, ranging in different ages. She was pretty big out of the bunch of foals born around the same time as she was and was the most dominant. The young filly would usually prance around without a care in the world. When she was nearly two, her father was challenged for his mares and lost, leaving them with a new stallion. Rune didn't leave the herd then and the stallion took over. Rune wasn't covered that spring and due to the stallion's young age, much like her father's, she managed to leave the herd the next spring, leaving her herdless and on the look out for a suitable stallion.

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• Sire- Steel Darkness - Unknown Status
• Dam- Romania - Unknown Status
• Foals- None

Ｌｉｆｅ Ｓｔａｔｕｓ

• Rank- Lone Mare
• Band Stallion- ---
• Status- In Heat - Stage 2

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[left][quote="Stats"][size=85][b]Name:[/b] Shattered Titanium
[b]Age:[/b] 13 years
[b]Rank:[/b] Band Stallion
[b]Mares:[/b] Essence
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[left][quote="Stats"][size=85][b]Name:[/b] Dark Harmony
[b]Age:[/b] 7 years
[b]Band Stallion:[/b] Ezra
[b]In Season/Pregnant:[/b] Pregnant
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[left][quote="Stats"][size=85][b]Name:[/b] Mahogany Rune
[b]Age:[/b] 3 years
[b]Band Stallion:[/b] ---
[b]In Season/Pregnant:[/b] Stage 2
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age// thirteen
location// meadow
mood// aggressive, impatient
mares// --
tagged// --
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it would never be okay. he would never be okay with this. this was not okay. he had no herd- it had been painfully ripped from him during that winter storm. he had worked so hard, for so many years, fighting and protecting and snaking, for this. alone. again. a stallion such as himself- strong, capable, handsome. and he was alone? without a herd? without his trophies? no, it was not okay. it would never be okay. it was loud, aggressive, impatient, the noise that formed in his broad chest. the low cry feel off his vibrating lips- a warning. a call. he was angry, he was upset, he was powerful, he was experienced. it was a warning to any young bachelors in the area to pack their bags and leave, for he would be the one collecting mares here. he would pick what he wanted, he would take his trophies and his prizes, and leave the mares he did not like for those bachelors who he believed to be below him. haunt believed himself the best stud around- the top stallion, a catch. what mare wouldn't want to be with him? the studs' grungy, dappled blue roan pelt rippled over a muscular build, his long, matted mane brushed against his knees, forelock shielding a portion of his vision- but he didn't need it. the scent of mares was strong, lingering in the air, sweet and tempting. he could find them even without his eyes. he could find them blind, deaf, marred. haunt's first instinct was following the scent of mares, and over his thirteen years of life he had grown exceptionally good at that.

❝Ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ - ｗｈａｔ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｏｌｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｓｅｅ,

Ｔｈａｔ - Ｉ - ｗｉｌｌ - ｏｎｌｙ - ｔａｋｅ - ｆｒｏｍ - ｙｏｕ.❞

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❝Ｄｏ - ｙｏｕ - ａ - ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｄａｙ - ｗｅ - ｍｅｔ,❞

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rank// lone mare
age// twelve
location// meadow
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage two]
herd// --
tagged// --
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nobody was around. nobody she could see. the plains were empty- devoid of other horses aside from a few mares and her. good. she was not interested in any stallions, did not want any around, did not want any finding her. eventually she would have to seek out a herd to survive, to make it through winter. she couldn't survive the freezing months alone, no horse could. she would avoid stallions for as long as she could, until either the cold or her heat drove her to find one. of course, it was spring. she was in heat, alone, and her bright chestnut coat was painfully visible among the green grass around her. if a stallion happened to wander by, of course she would be noticed. she couldn't help that. but she could run. protest. give the greedy studs a fight. she wouldn't get away, never could, but she could do her damned best to show whatever poor stallion that she was more trouble than anything else. chaos snorted, pinning her ears against her skull as she thought of her previous herds. the stallions were always pathetic, young, arrogant. far from capable, far from a stallion she was willing to follow. willing to obey.

❝Ｙｏｕ - ｔｏｌｄ - ｍｅ - ｔｈｉｓ - ｇｅｔｓ - ｈａｒｄｅｒ, - ｗｅｌｌ - ｉｔ - ｄｉｄ.❞

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❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ, - ｉｎｋ - ｒｕｎｓ, - ｉｍａｇｅ - ｏｆ - ｙｏｕｒ - ｌｏｖｅ,❞

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rank// lone mare
age// seven
location// stream
mood// lonely
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// --
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loud calls filled the air. it was the sound of bachelors searching for mares- of mares searching for herds, of stallion challenging stallion and soft, social nickers asking for company. two rich, bottomless brown eyes flicked open as khaleesi lifted her damp, velvet muzzle away from the stream. the flaxen chestnut mare had recently seen her chance and taken it- racing through an open gate and away from the cruel humans whom had captured her. only, now she was alone. again. her old herd but a memory, a thought. but that wasn't good enough. not for khaleesi. she couldn't stand to be alone, couldn't stand to be without a herd. she had to have a herd, had to find one. at least a bachelor. so she could feel safe, protected, happy. she she didn't have to be alone, have to fend for herself, watch herself. it was low, loud, desperate- the nicker that dripped off her vibrating lips. it was calling, searching- alerting any stallions of her presence. alerting them that she was here, that she wanted a herd. that she needed a herd.

❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ - Ｉ - ｃａｎ'ｔ - ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ - ｎｅｅｄ - ｙｏｕ - ｈｅｒｅ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｍｅ.❞

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❝Ｐｌｅａｓｅ - ｂｅ - ｓｏｆｔ - ａｎｄ - ｓｗｅｅｔ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ, - ｔｈｉｓ - ｌｉｆｅ - ｈａｓ - ｎｏｔ - ｂｅｅｎ - ｇｏｏｄ - ｙｏｕ
- ｓｅｅ,❞

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age// five
location// meadow
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
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it was fear. it was caution. she could hear the low, desperate squeals of stallions in the distance. calling for mares, for herds, for trophies. perhaps she would go unnoticed- perhaps no stud would find her. not for a while. she did not want to get stuck with another cruel brute, not again. she couldn't bare it, couldn't handle the abuse. the aggression. ghost picked up her scarred muzzle, pinning her ears, but her deep brown eyes were empty; emotionless. she would remain unseen, she would stay away from stallions. for as long as she could. as long as she could survive. the marred tobiano mare turned, letting her four tan hooves carry her quickly over the grassy earth, away from the calls. away from other horses. away from stallions.

❝Ｉｔ'ｓ - ｈａｒｄ - ｗｉｔｈ - ｓｕｃｈ - ａ - ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ - ｂｕｒｉｅｄ - ｉｎ - ｍｉｓｅｒｙ.❞

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❝Ｉ'ｍ - ｓｃａｒｅｄ - ｔｏ - ｇｅｔ - ｃｌｏｓｅ - ａｎｄ - Ｉ - ｈａｔｅ - ｂｅｉｎｇ - ａｌｏｎｅ,❞

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rank// lone mare
age// two
location// meadow
mood// curious
status// in heat[stage one]
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[ -cough cough lazy xD- open for approach- i lost my muse halfway through these posts and my mind is really to dead to form a post for roulette, especially as she is a new character i have not tried roleplaying yet. feel free to have a mare or stallion alike find her and i shall work it out :3. ]

❝Ｉ - ｌｏｎｇ - ｆｏｒ - ｔｈａｔ - ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ - ｔｏ - ｎｏｔ - ｆｅｅｌ - ａｔ - ａｌｌ.❞