→[← Ｐαιηтє∂ Ｐℓαιηѕ →]← wild arabian rp . open and accepting

[azhefa.]

{{Who wants to meet up with who? Lol all of mine are open (:

[paradise,]

} ;; I know I shouldn't join as I'm real full up on rps but, I just love your rps, I can't stop joining! xD

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Name; Whispering Spirit
Nickname; Whisper
Gender; Mare
Age; Eleven Years
Breed; Mustang x Arabian

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Personality; Whispering Spirit is very much like a wallflower, always going along with anything said. She will never be a leader, always a follower, that will never change. She is very quiet, only speaking when needed. She hates attention, very much unlike her sire, Grand Finale. She has always felt lower than everyone, they always put her down. She has always felt under her sire's shadow, obeying everything he said. She hates him, well not him but his big ego. But, she had always seemed to be hanging onto every single word he spoke. If you can actually get Whisper to talk, you will definitely regret it. She is very cold, never wanting to help someone in need. But, thats just the thing, she wants to help but, she never does because of what happened to her. Other horses always think of her as a stuck-up little brat which is the exact opposite of her personality. Just because she doesn't talk doesn't mean she doesn't care, its just her way of life. So, if you ever meet Whisper, be prepared for the most shy mare you have ever met but, also a very cold mare. She just needs some love, someone who makes her feel like she has a purpose.

Appearance; Work In Progress

History; Work In Progress

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Herd; None
Sire; Grand Finale
Dam; Unknown
Foals; Many
Siblings; Unknown

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Name; La Primavera
Nickname; Prim
Gender; Mare
Age; Six Years
Breed; Mustang x Knabstrupper x Arabian

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Personality; Most would describe La Primavera as pushy, bossy, bratty, all of that good stuff, you know. She likes things her way, what's the problem with that? She is very headstrong, which goes along with the brattiness. You must win her over before she comes to you, she will most definitely not beg for you. Prim usually keeps her distance from other horses, too much conflict for her liking. She will most definitely cause a fight with anyone she meets, its just her personality but, she doesn't even like fighting! Prim's not aggressive as most think just, most just don't go along with what she says so, that will cause a problem. If you can get to know her and crack her hard outer shell, she is very sweet on the inside, seems impossible, right?

Appearance; Prim has a very unique coat, the base being grey with little specks of black, white, and brown. Her legs are all black while her coat is the multi colors that i said. Her face is a dark grey, fading out with little speckles. Her eyes are a rich, dark brown, filled with a mixture of emotions. Prim's hooves are a light grey, very sharp and quite small. She has a blonde mane and tail, very thin, airy-like, and long. She is currently fifteen point one hands tall and not going to be growing any larger. She has a very stocky, muscular build of a mustang while her spotted coat resembles the knabstrupper. She doesn't have much resemblance of an arabian, just the slightly dished face.

History; La Primavera was born in the wild, as I wrote previously. She has never seen humans, well, only once when wranglers tried capturing her family which, they succeeded. Only her father and two horses got away, including herself. Prim lived with him for a while, until she was four, then he sent her off on her own, to live her own life. She has been alone and well hidden for the past two years, like i said, she doesn't like contact with others so, why would she try and find a stallion?

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Herd; None
Sire; Unknown
Dam; Sweet Candy
Foals; A Few
Siblings; Unknown

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Name; Lavender Sky
Nickname; Sky
Gender; Mare
Age; Four Years
Breed; Mustang x Arabian X Thoroughbred

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Personality; As Lavender Sky has heard, most think she is very sweet and caring. She is very is very motherly, sometimes taking place of a mother over older horses. They get mad but, they always listen surprisingly. She does have some impatience though, so you best listen to her. Sky's anger can also boil very quickly, another bad trait. But, other than that most say she is a joy to have in the herd.

Appearance; Work In Progress

History; Work In Progress

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Herd; None
Sire; Days Of Storms
Dam; Heavy Rain
Foals; Some
Siblings; Unknown

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Name; Blue Valentine
Nickname; Valen
Gender; Mare
Age; Eight Years
Breed; Mustang x Arabian

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Personality; {Bold, Rude, Hot Headed, Jumpy, Air Head, Possessive, Stubborn, Extremely Dominant, Fearless.}
Work In Progress

Appearance; Work In Progress

History; Work In Progress

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Herd; None
Sire; Cold As Ice
Dam; February Love
Foals; A Couple
Siblings; Unknown

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Name; Days of Thunder
Nickname; Thunder
Gender; Stallion
Age; Twelve
Breed; Mustang x Paint x Arabian

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Personality; Alright, first and foremost you should know that Days Of Thunder is all out cocky, why would he have a reason not to be? He is very strong and handsome, irresistible! He is a huge flirt, always teasing the mares, getting them to laugh. Thunder is very aggressive though when he doesn't get his way, so you best listen to him. He sometimes seems dark and alone in his own place, he just wanders off sometimes, nothing much. What mare wouldn't want to join his herd? Ok, when you overlook his cockyness, Thunder is a very sweet stallion on the inside, he just refuses to show it most of the time. He is very watchful, always on the alert to keep his mares safe. Thunder can be very cold though so, you would be lucky to catch him in a good mood.

Appearance; Work In Progress

History; Work In Progress

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Mares; None
Sire; Unknown
Dam; Nevada Sky
Foals; A Few
Siblings; Unknown

[azhefa.]

{{Lol changing up your characters Stay? Too bad you didn't add Zion, I like him and I think Storm would too (;

[Deletingaccount]

anybody can grab my horses )

[chemical.]

[ accepted :3. all of my horses are open to anyone as well- and you can just throw estella in wherever with khaleesi :3. ]

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→ [Ⓗαυηт]є∂ Ｂⓔⓐⓤту ←

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

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[ "Ⓣнє → [ ＢＥＡＳＴ ] ←" ]
rank// bachelor
age// thirteen
location// meadow
mood// aggressive, impatient, interested
mares// --
tagged// jinx
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two large, pointed ears stood alert- twitching with interest and dark satisfaction as he heard a mare in the distance- calling out to a stallion. calling out to him. but the scent of other stallions hung in the air, implying that more bachelors where in the area. haunt let out a violent snort, starting forward. he was willing to fight, snake, whatever it took to take this mare. she would be his. his first trophy. his first prize. the scent of mares was thick in the air, filling his dark nostrils, driving him into a canter. he was greedy. egotistical. rash. he wanted to collect as many mares as he could- it was a pride thing. it didn't take long for the mare to come into view; and she was beautiful. she was a dark, dusted grullo roan, just like himself. is first target. his first trophy. fitting. a low nicker dripped off his vibrating lips, calling to the mare in a softer tone, though his attempt at sounding kind was poor at best. haunt was not kind. could not be kind. had never been kind and would never be kind, though he was a good stallion. a strong one. a loyal one- just harsh. possessive. demanding. his movements were confident, his strides long. he did not hesitate, not for a moment. four stained gray hooves strutted over the land, haunts' head held high, ears alert. his legs did not stop until he pressed his velvet, scarred muzzle against jinx's neck, lipping at her mane lightly, two bottomless brown eyes searching for a response.

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

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[ "← Ｓηⓞω » ☁ « ⓌⒽιтє →" ]
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.❞

[azhefa.]

{{Both mares are open, just walk up and find them (:

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

He tosses his head and kicks out once more before settling into a long strided canter, not really searching for mares like the other stallions in the area. As he runs, the stallion spots two mares by themselves, possibly a mother and daughter by the way they move so close to each other. Titan snorts and makes his way over, being his usual flashy self, but makes no move to try and court the mares or even snake them, he just wants to show off for the time being.

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

The young mare snorts and shakes out her pure white mane which matches the rest of her body. She lets out a soft whinny, wanting a stallion to find her since being alone was something she hated. Being so young, Essence doesn't have much experience outside of a herd which can be deadly to her once winter arrives and she'd rather not starve and freeze to death. The mare tosses her head and starts trotting towards the water hole, her heavily scented tail flicking behind her, maybe there will be a stallion near it that can find her.

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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: Khaleesi

The young filly lays curled up nearby, her small body needing lots of sleep. She wakes a bit when her mother calls out, not really sure for what exactly. Ella yawns and totters to her feet, a little wobbly from still being half asleep, but she makes it all the way up without falling over which was a plus. She shakes out her little body and moves closer to Khaleesi, wanting some milk, but a butterfly catches her eye and also her short attention span.

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Name: Shattered Titanium
Age: 13 years
Rank: Bachelor
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The stallion moved away from the bachelors he had been around for the past few months. The scent of mares in heat was what was drawing him. He walked a few meters away and broke into a trot, dispersing from the group of stallions. The stallion held his head high as his gaze looked around the valley. He was in search of a mare, he knew he needed to start up a herd again, maybe be successful this time around, he was tired of loosing his herd that he grouped together. He continued on his way, minutes passed as he wandered, looking, wanting that feeling of success that came with gainning a mare. Shatter snorted, a loud whinny escaping his scarred muzzle, shaking his body with the sound. He was calling out to any mare, looking to start off his day with finding one at the least. He knew there would be other stallions around, also doing the same, he'd take his chances if it came to stealing a mare from a younger stallion.

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Name: Dark Harmony
Age: 7 years
Band Stallion: ---
In Season/Pregnant: Stage 4
Tagged:

The seven year old mare heard the many calls of both stallion and mare. She lifts her head, a mouthful of greenery sticking from the sides of her mouth as she chewed, almost as if she didn't have a care in the world. Dark's ears were up and forward, alert to any sound of any sort of approach, equine or not. The mare was curious of what stallions were about and began walking away from her nice patch of grass she had been grazing on. She let out a call of her own, not too loud or desperate but rather just looking for a stallion. Her scented tail flicked at her hindquarters, trying to keep the flies away from resting on her.

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Name: Mahogany Rune
Age: 3 years
Band Stallion: ---
In Season/Pregnant: Stage 2
Tagged:

Thirst. That was the first thing on her agenda. The constant calls in the air made the mare nervous. She was alone for the first time and tense. Having left a heard days before, the young mare was searching for a herd, but also company. She ambled along, right until she came across a source of water. The mare lowered her head down to the water and began to drink, the cool liquid quenching her dry throat. She flicked her scented tail before lowering herself to the ground and rolling in the grass for a moment, relaxing for the time being before she got back up and went back to grazing.

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[paradise,]

} ;; is this dead? :c

[chemical.]

[ so it seems. i may remake it if there is any interest left here. ]