Ｏａｓｉｓ - Literate/Advanced Wild Horse RP - OPEN!

[horse .]

- You may post, I'll just add your characters to the front page. -

[Plaza Cafe]

KIONA

Five Years Old || In Heat: Stage Three || No Herd || No Tags
The pretty bay mare grazed underneath the first she had found that morning. The grasses she pulled with her ivory colored teeth were not as appetizing as she would have liked, but she was not a greedy mare. At this moment in time, she was content. There was no imminent danger, everything was peaceful and there was a certain tranquility in the meadow. Kiona pulled her lovely dished head from the grasses and gazed at her surroundings with her chocolate eyes. Although at this moment everything seemed in order, Kiona felt as if the order would shift soon enough. With a flick of her tail over her haunches, Kiona gazed towards the horizon, her ears perked and muscles tight.


MAGALLAN

Eight Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Magallan trotted from his perch on the small hill. The bay roan snorted as a fly zoomed up his nostrils. With a grunt the stallion half reared, annoyed. Magallan was his normal self that morning, an aggressive, moody brute. With his ears pinned the stallion walked towards the other bachelors in their small band. A small paint colt was their newest addition, not that he minded. Magallan flicked his tail over his haunches, ridding the flies from his roaned coat. With the turn of his head the stallion listened for mares, or anything really. The air had no scent of a mare's heated scent. With a gruff snort the stallion flicked his tail once more and cantered away from the bachelors. If he wanted a chance at his own herd, Magallan had to set off on his own. The bay cantered with his ears percked and trumpeted a whinny, one that rattled his barrel.



Ace

Two Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Ace tentatively pulled at the grasses beneath his pale hooves. He was new to the stallions and was still a baby compared to the others. The paint watched as Magallan, the large bay, moved with agitation. Ace knew that all these stallions wanted was mares of their own, there own herd. Which of course is what the young one wanted for himself. But being two meant that he would have to wait awhile. The paint colt flicked his ears forward and listened as Magallan whinnied and cantered off. With soft, baby eyes the colt looked around his surrounding and moved away from the other stallions, seeking a water source. Ace waded into the small creek and lowered his muzzle, drinking up the cool liquid greedily.

[paint.]

my forms are up and complete

[horse .]

Marilyn Monroe

Curiousity Killed The Cat.

The sun shone down to the lands of Oasis. The grass swayed gently in the cooling breeze. Situated under several small trees, and surrounded by knee high grass, grazed the petite, but clearly annoyed roan mare. She was in stage two of heat, and if a stallion would try and claim her, he would have to deal with hell itself! Her nostrils flared suddenly, at the familiar scent of a stallion, cursing under her breath the mare managed to lie down. Though she doubted it would hide her for long. Her coat stood out fairly easily today. Everything seemed green. Moss covered trees, rocks, fallen branches; and of course, the grass was green. Marilyn felt as if she was in an alien world, and not the lands of Oasis. She had always hated Spring. Everything was too green. Despite the grass tasting its best, in her opinion, Spring was the worst season to be a mare in!

Marilyn Monroe stood, shaking off her mottled coat and settling slightly as the wind changed direction. She could no longer smell the stallion, but had forgotten about the basic camoflage she had wanted. Now standing out in the open she clenched her teeth and stared into the distance, her small ears pricked, and her fine chiselled features held high in the land.

- Thanks, Stag. I will read through and add them to the front page, you can begin wherever as well. -

[sava.]

♚ F A L L E N ♚ E M P I R E ♚
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|*|Eight|*|Stallion|*|No herd|*|Tags; Kiona|*|

Empire was trotting around confidently. The day was new, and he was ready to go and search the terrain for any mares he could possibly gather up. Shaking his head once, his dark mane flowing around he then began to canter forward, his strides nice and even. Currently, he was cantering through a meadow, one in which he found calming. Slowing to a trot, his nostrils flared, catching a faint scent of another. Raising his gaze, he found the figure of a bay colored mare. Snorting, while bobbing his head, he let out a loud whinny, aiming to catch the mare's attention.

✿ S E M P I T E R N A L ✿ E S S E N C E✿
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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

Sempiternal was currently walking through an area between the Valley and Meadow. Her decisions were easy to make, as she turned her direction towards the meadow. She was very aware of what threats the Valley held; and didn't really feel like taking those chances. Letting her gaze sweep across the area, she let her tail swivel, her heat scent faintly flowing through the air. She wondered if she would encounter any bachelors, or if she would be on her own once more. Bowing her head, she began to graze gracefully, feeling calm and relaxed.

☁ I N T E R N A L ☁ B A T T L E☁
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|*|Five|*|Mare|*|No herd|*|In heat; Stage 2|*|Tags;|*|

The hostile mare, Internal, cantered up and down the small hills in the Valley. She was a risk taker; as she also knew that very rarely would stallions enter this land. That's why she chose it oftenly, wanting to be away fromt he greater risk of being snaked and covered. Snorting, her hooves pushed her figure up a hill on the terrain, one in which she could slightly see the meadow. Bobbing her head, she then grunted, swishing her tail she glanced over her shoulder; always be on edge and alert.

[paint.]

Russian Paradise
[mare | pregnant | at the water hole ]

the light grey mare wandered down to the water. The waves rolled in at her cream colored hooves, and she longed to taste the cool water running down her throat. She must be quick, as any foolish colt would try and snake her to claim her as his, and surely, she would be screwed over. Being seven months pregnant, she must be quick on whom she joins up with, as she only has a couple months until she foals, and she may foal early. dropping her neck and narrowing her velvety muzzle to the ground, she began to drink. carefully, with both ears perked, she drank. it lasted a couple moments until she heard the squeals of the stallions. with the hot sun beating on her back, and the wind bringing her scent towards their direction, she could only hope they wouldn`t catch her faint scent. she desperately looked for a way to get out, but as, she seemed cornered into the area.

[ occ;; horse. could your oldest stallion find Russia? ]

[horse .]

- Of course, I assume you are talking about Mesteño. Considering he is eldest. -

Mesteño

The sun goes down and the sky reddens, pain grows sharp, and light dwindles.

There was no denying it. The world could be a bitter place, one moment it seemed honey sweet; and the next? It's trying to kill you. Mesteño's large dark buckskin body lingered in the same, bored position. Both ears were surpressed sideways, and one hind leg was arched slightly - resting. His eyes scanned below his high throne, as he called the towering hill. Mesteño was a proud beast, his body was large, muscle toned and handsome, all at the same time. Being the oldest stallion in Oasis, Mesteño found it reasonably easier to find mares, snake them and steal. He was fairly respected in these lands, especially by young bachelours.

Mesteño suddenly caught a scent. "Mare" he murmered to himself. Pricking his large curvy ears, and flaring his rounded nostrils, the stallion leapt into action. Setting off in the direction of the scent at a bouncey trot. Mesteño suddenly came to an abrupt halt, sighting the mare, from a distance she looked well fed, and strong, but dainty and petite. The buckskin let a cheerful neigh ring from his throat, prancing towards her with a arched neck. Mesteño's long mane, that reached down past his knees swayed gently, it was impressive. Overal, Mesteño was impressive!

[Plaza Cafe]

KIONA

Five Years Old || In Heat: Stage Three || No Herd || Fallen Empire
The scent of a stallion floated through the air and into the mare’s nostrils. With this new scent mixed in with the scents of spring the mare’s muscles tensed. Stallion’s did not resonate good memories with the mare. However, Kiona needed protection for the months to come. As stress began to build up in the mare’s body she began to weave, a panicked habit she had developed. Hearing the stallion’s call Kiona paused. With the flick of her ears and the turn of her head she spotted him. The stallion was bay in color with long black legs. The mare’s muscles softened and her nostrils flared, taking in his scent. Kiona answered with a hesitant whinny, but did not make a move towards him.



MAGALLAN

Eight Years Old || No Herd || Marylyn Monroe
The scent of a mare filled the stallion’s pink nostrils. Magallan’s ears perked and his powerful haunches leapt off the ground and off he went in search of the mare. Magallan’s powerful legs carried him across the plains, heading towards the mare. With each stride he ate up ground. Galloping was one of the few times when the stallion was actually pleased with life. His ears were perked and his eyes were glossy with excitement and his nostrils breathed in the scent of spring. The bay roan slowed when his dark eyes caught sight of the mottled colored mare. Magallan whickered, his rib cage vibrating. He kept his head low to the ground and waited for her response.



ACE

Two Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Ace tentatively pulled at the grasses beneath his pale hooves. He was new to the stallions and was still a baby compared to the others. The paint watched as Magallan, the large bay, moved with agitation. Ace knew that all these stallions wanted was mares of their own, there own herd. Which of course is what the young one wanted for himself. But being two meant that he would have to wait awhile. The paint colt flicked his ears forward and listened as Magallan whinnied and cantered off. With soft, baby eyes the colt looked around his surrounding and moved away from the other stallions, seeking a water source. Ace waded into the small creek and lowered his muzzle, drinking up the cool liquid greedily.

[horse .]

Marilyn Monroe

Curiousity Killed The Cat.

Just then, a twig snapped. It was barely noticed by Marilyn, and she continued grazing, thinking nothing of it. That was, until she realised she was being watched. Slowly lifting her head, the pretty roan mare spotted the stud. Standing not far from her, skitting sideways slightly in surprise Marilyn narrowed her eyes, puffed out her chest slightly and stood warily. Watching the stallions every move. Marilyn Monroe clenched her teeth, bobbing her head once, clearly stating she knew he was there.

[Plaza Cafe]

KIONA

Five Years Old || In Heat: Stage Three || No Herd || Fallen Empire
The scent of a stallion floated through the air and into the mare’s nostrils. With this new scent mixed in with the scents of spring the mare’s muscles tensed. Stallion’s did not resonate good memories with the mare. However, Kiona needed protection for the months to come. As stress began to build up in the mare’s body she began to weave, a panicked habit she had developed. Hearing the stallion’s call Kiona paused. With the flick of her ears and the turn of her head she spotted him. The stallion was bay in color with long black legs. The mare’s muscles softened and her nostrils flared, taking in his scent. Kiona answered with a hesitant whinny, but did not make a move towards him.

MAGALLAN

Eight Years Old || No Herd || Marylyn Monroe
The mare had a smaller frame, appearing tiny. But, Magallan could tell that the mare was no pushover. Raising his head the bay stallion bobbed his head in return. Oh he knew she was there, and he had no interest in leaving. With a small whinny the stallion moved forward, circling the mottled mare. He did not intend to be seen as threatening, he was only wanted to observe the mare. The stallion whickered once more, but lower. His belly vibrated with the deep tones. In a smooth motion Magallan came to a halt not far from the mare. Stretching his muzzle out to hers, he waited for her response.

ACE

Two Years Old || No Herd || Bachelors
Ace tentatively pulled at the grasses beneath his pale hooves. He was new to the stallions and was still a baby compared to the others. The paint watched as Magallan, the large bay, moved with agitation. Ace knew that all these stallions wanted was mares of their own, there own herd. Which of course is what the young one wanted for himself. But being two meant that he would have to wait awhile. The paint colt flicked his ears forward and listened as Magallan whinnied and cantered off. With soft, baby eyes the colt looked around his surrounding and moved away from the other stallions, seeking a water source. Ace waded into the small creek and lowered his muzzle, drinking up the cool liquid greedily.