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[eleutheromania]

(( And they're fixed ^^. ))

[chemical.]

[ accepted :3 ]

[chemical.]

[ bump ]

[azhefa.]

{{How about we start, but go slow? So any new members don't get too confused as to what's going on?

[chemical.]

[ alright. ^^ you may start if you'd like, then~ :3 ]

[azhefa.]

{{Alrighty, here you go and yes it's copied from the other rp lol I'm feeling a bit lazy xD

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Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ☼ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ Nᴏ Hᴇʀᴅ ☼ # Oғ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇs: None ☼ Tᴀɢs: None

The stallion trots around amongst the different herds, free to roam around since he hasn't rounded up any mares yet. He snorts and seeks out another stallion that was of equal bulk and starts a sparring match, wanting to keep himself fit and ready for any real fights that were destined to happen soon. Titan squeals and rears back as the other stallion lashes out with their teeth, but there wasn't any hard blows or hurtful wounds, this was just a friendly play-fight that helps both stallions stay on their toes. Both Titan and the other bachelor were in their primes so the match was fair and it was hard to see which would end up on top if it did come to a true fight.

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Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ✰ 4 Yᴇᴀʀs ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ✰ Dᴇᴇᴘ Hᴇᴀᴛ ✰ Tᴀɢs: None

Since she doesn't have a herd, she could wonder around like most other lone mares do, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Essence yawns a little and shakes out her pure white pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone.

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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 9 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ ❖ Tᴀɢs: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the edge of the large plains that the many herds call home, the area she was in was nicely grassed with a good sized water hole nearby. With such good grazing and a source of water, Rose guards this area for herself, not allowing any other mares or even other animals near the water or the sweet grass. A few young stallions have attempted to push her into their herds, but each have fled after being attacked by the mature mare and have yet to return. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating.

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Eʟʟᴀ ღ 6 Mᴏɴᴛʜs ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ღ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Khaleesi ღ Tᴀɢs: Cloud

(Waiting for Khaleesi's post)

[Deletingaccount]

simple forms for now )

"Hello, My name is Ginger Vale But you can call me Vale
I'm a 9 ½ year old Pure bred Arabian and I'm clearly a Mare.
I stand exactly 15"3 hands.
I've been told I'm bubbly, sweet and friendly with an affectionate nature
I enjoy making friends and I have no problem talking to other horses.
I've been told I can be quite dominant, and it's true, I don't mind ranks,
but if a lead mare isn't doing her job, I'll put her in her place. I guess
most mares will, but I won't accept a power thirsty mare who only wants lead
so she can be the best ranking and be the highest and no one else matters
but her. That is wrong and I will not allow it.
But hey, that's me Se'ya round"



"My name is incredibly long... My mother named me after
something humans sang, the words of the song were then put into my name,
well no, they are my name, I don't quite understand them but that's my name
and there isn't much i can do to stop it from being my name.. But My name is
'If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy'
As i said my name is very long, but you can just call me Remedy.
I'm 5 ¾ years, almost 6 years and i stand 14.2 hands.
I'm no pure bred, I'm an Arabian x thoroughbred, and for those
who know what that kind of breed is known as, It is known as an
Anglo Arabian. So yes, that is me.
I've been told I have a sweet nature and that i rarely get into an argument.
and it's true, i don't really like leading a herd, i guess you could say i don't
trust my own judgment, I can't lead a herd to save my life. I'll back down in
a minute, so please don't challenge me or upset, but there is one thing you should know
I will not be at the bottom of ranking and I will make sure i'm above some mares
I will make sure i get somwehere near the top of ranking so don't take me as a pathetic
whoopee cushion that you can just sit on and get me to behave."




"My name? Oh that's quick and simple
Bite the bullet, aka Bull, I'm a 13 year old stud, i still have an
odd 10 or more years in me, perhaps once i reach 18 or 19
i might need to give up my herd, until then though boys you
better watch out. I'm a pure bred arabian as well.
I'm a stallion like i said and i'm 15.2 hands exactly.
I've been told i can be a bit grumpy, that i'm rather quiet and
tend to myself but on the odd occasion will i be violent. I'm a rather
quiet docile young stud, i want mares like all stallions, and i prefer to coo
them into my herd rather than snake. Don't get me wrong i will more than happily
snake, and i'll have no trouble getting you so don't get to thinking that you might
get away cause you have no chance honey."

[azhefa.]

{{@Equestrian - I have Rose if you want to try for her, lol she's still feisty though like usual (:

[chemical.]

[ accepted. sorry, guys, i've been dead busy ]

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❝Ｂｒａｋｅ - ａｎｄ - ｂｉｎｄ - ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ - ｔｏ - ｍｅ,❞

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rank// bachelor
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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→ Ⓗαυηтє∂ »[ ♆ Ⓓяєαм ♆ ]« Ｍⓔмσяιⓔѕ ←

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

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[ "Ⓣнє → ♆ [ ＬＩＯＮ ] ♆ ←" ]
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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→ Ⓑσяη ＴＯ ⒷⒺ »[« Ⓚнαℓєєѕι »]« Ｑυⓔⓔη ←

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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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rank// lone mare
age// five
location// meadow
mood// calm
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// roulette
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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]
herd// --
tagged// ghost
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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.❞

[lacebunnie]

[ crap post, i have completely lost my muse xc ]

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rank; lone mare
age; twelve
location; meadow
mood&thoughts; bored, lonely
status; in heat [stage two]
herd; none
tagged; none
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bottomless oculars searched through stallions, at her attempt to find the best one. jinx was well-aware that she would be dead by winter if she didn't find a stallion. she spotted a stallion, [haunt] and jinx found him 'perfect'. he was tall, handsome, and well-built. feathered hooves pummeled against the ground as jinx cantered closer to the stallion. ears erect, a nicker vibrated off of her lips, along with a few thrusts of her scented tail.