Ｗｉｌｄ Ｈｏｒｓｅｓ ｏｆ Ｅｕｒｏｖａ -Accepting-

[azhefa.]

{{@Rainbow - I don't like rping horses with dialogue, I use body language and stuff to make it more realistic. Are you able to do the same so there's no confusion?

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Tιтαη
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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 ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: Shattered Titanium ✰ Pʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ ✰ Tᴀɢs: Shatter and Khaleesi

She grooms her stallion's coat, reinforcing the social bonds of their small herd. When he nudges her away, she gives a small snort, but obeys with a curious flick of her tail. The mare trots forward, not really sure as to where he wanted her to go since she didn't hear Khaleesi's call like Shatter did. Essence perks her ears at her stallion's call and glances over to him as she trots.

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Lσηєя
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Eʟʟᴀ ღ Nᴇᴡʙᴏʀɴ ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ღ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Pale Onyx ღ Tᴀɢs: Onyx

The filly looks over when her mother starts acting up, a little afraid that something bad was happening, but she quickly realized the older mare just wanted to play. Estella squeals again and runs after her mother, bucking and jumping around like a foal would.

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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
Lσηєя
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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 9 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: None

She grazes calmly, her lightly scented tail flicking behind her at some pesky flies. At the sound of hootbeats, Rose looks up, spotting Annabelle approaching. Her ears pull back flat and the older mare snorts at Annabelle, making it clear that she doesn't want company.

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Sтяσм Cℓσυ∂
Lσηєя
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Sᴛᴏʀᴍ ☁ 11 Yᴇᴀʀs ☁ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪon: None ☁ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ☁ Tᴀɢs: None

The old mare walks rather aimlessly in the valley, her large body was hard to miss, as was her snow white coat that was flecked with bits of black and dark grey. Storm snorts and shakes out her thick black mane, an odd contrast to her bright pelt, but she didn't mind it. Being crossed with a mustang and a draft makes the mare a bit stockier and more robust than the other mustang mares in the area, topping out at nearly 17 hands at the withers compared to the smaller 14-15.2 hands of the surrounding mustangs. She wasn't overly huge, but she was big enough to do some damage if challenged or attacked by any rivals, including stallions who are unwelcome and try to court her while she's not in the mood.
(Open for anyone, preferably a stallion)

[prisms]

(Not really that good, but I can try.)

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Annabelle

Name: Annabelle
Age: 5 years old
Breed: American Paint Horse
Gender: Mare
Heat: Yes, Stage 3
Tagged; Crimson Rose

Annabelle backed away a bit and
glared her nostrils. She felt a tiny bit scared,
so she bickered softly to
herself. Annabelle's eyes darted around
before squealing to the older mare.

[lady windle.]

P a l e O n y x ♀
↠ lone mare ↠ tag - Estella ↠ eight years of age ↠ heat stage two
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Her ears perked as she watched a shocked look expand over her foals face which she found humorous but soon her little one came bucking over jumping and leaping through the air. Rarely did Onyx play but with her babies she would do anything and to them she showed sides of her no one else would ever be able to see. Snorting she hoofed the ground whinning and kicking up her legs up trotting to Estella and giving her a gentle nip with her lips whipping her tail and whinning again. She was not the best play mate but she would try her best.

Tapping her hooves again she took into a run peering back to see if the little one would be able to keep up. She enjoyed running even though none of her foals ever seemed to enjoy running unless the time called for if, so she figured she would test out the race track with Estella.

[chemical.]

[ rebellion// okay! :3 could i have either haunt or vagabond find onyx and estella as well? i just adore their characters. c:

i have dream open as well- actually, could i have dream join rose and annabelle? i feel like crim and dream could be friends after they got done fighting XD. ]

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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// valley
mood// aggressive, impatient
mares// --
tagged// storm
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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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❝Ｐａｉｎｔ - ｂｌｅｅｄｓ, - ｉｎｋ - ｒｕｎｓ, - ｉｍａｇｅ - ｏｆ - ｙｏｕｒ - ｌｏｖｅ,❞

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rank// lone mare
age// seven
location// watering hole
mood// lonely
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// shatter, essence
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khaleesi lifted her dished head, small chiseled years twitching as she heard the call of a stallion nearby. responding to her. had she found a herd? finally? the flaxen chestnut mare danced forward on long, scarred legs, the pink bands that carved themselves into the flesh on her forearms and fetlocks forever reminders of her time with the humans. of her experience with the heartless creatures. a soft, welcoming whinny dripped off her velvet maw as she neared the stallion, letting her rich blue eyes inspect him with great interest. he seemed strong. very strong. he was a full two hands taller than herself- but it wasn't hard to be taller than the little arabian mare. a white mare was trotting at his side- obviously his. khaleesi stretched her muzzle forward happily, nosing the grullo studs' shoulder in greeting.

❝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// valley
mood// unsure, angry
status// in heat[stage three]
herd// --
tagged// roulette, titan
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ghosts' nostrils flared as she took in the scent of another horse. a stallion. the tobiano mare pinned her ears, head whipping around, emotionless brown eyes searching for the stud. he was dancing toward the pair on long legs, sleek bay coat rippling over a muscular body. he was showing off. the marred mare stomped down one sharp hoof, baring her stained teeth at the stallion and lowering her head. she was visibly unhappy, angry, unsure, but her eyes were devoid of all emotion. all. normally her posture, the way she moved and stood were also like this- completely empty. empty. but not now- not while there was a stallion around. she hated stallion. the scarred tobiano mare let out a low squeal as her filly moved forward curiously, stomping her hoof against the ground a second time. damp soil and grass tore out of the earth with the impact, sticking to the inside of her gray hoof.

❝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// valley
mood// curious, calm
status// in heat[stage one]
herd// --
tagged// ghost, titan
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her mother changed. her ears pinned, and she whipped her head around to the side, nearly hitting her scarred muzzle against roulettes' wither. the dark palomino filly picked her head up, ears twitching as she saw the stallion for the first time, trotting along confidently, showing off. roulette had never been around a stallion aside from her father- and this horse interested her. her curiosity swam in her live, rich brown eyes as she took a few cautious steps toward the bay stud, only to stop short and pin her ears as her mother let out a low-pitched, angry squeal. roulette turned her head to look at the furious little mare, realizing that she had already grown taller than her mother and she was only two years old- she still had a full year or even two to grow. deciding to go against her mothers' wishes, roulette let a soft nicker fall out of her pink and white maw- calling him closer.

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

[eleutheromania]

Name: Shattered Titanium
Age: 13 years
Rank: Band Stallion
Mares: illuminessence
Tagged: Khaleesi

The stallion was glad for her friendly approach and when she nosed his shoulder in greeting, the stallion returned the gesture with ease. It didn't take the grullo long to move his muzzle along her flank, soon reaching her hindquarters. He lifted his head and pulled his lip back, nostrils flaring as he took in her heat scent. Shatter wasn't one to linger and wait, especially during the spring months, he got right to the point, seeing how willing the mare was to greet him first off. The stallion groomed her flank for a moment before he nosed her rump, clearly asking to cover her.

--Rune and Dark are both open

[Mustanglover101]

I am known best as Freedom's Wings. However, I go by Free or Wings. I'm clearly a mare and at age 4 so young still. Even though I'm younger than other mares I am a mother of a beautiful young filly, Wings of the Wind, but am currently back in heat. My breed would happen to be a mix of mustang and Friesian. I stand at around 16 hands. As for personality lets just say I am fine being under leadership and do not like being in a leadership type role and I also do not fight much if I like where and who I'm with. And history..that can be forgotten...but I grew up in a herd safe and sound, until a bachelor stallion snaked me away but I was lucky enough to be then brought to a good herd where I became pregnant with my stallion's foal, my current companion and daughter. But a fire separated me and my daughter from that herd so now I'm just a lone mare wandering..


Hello! I am Wings of the Wind! You can call me Wing or Wind or Windy. Whatever works for you works for me! I am a 2 year old young mare. This is my first time to go into heat and because of this I have no foals. I stay with my mother for now since neither of us have a herd. I think I have mustang, friesian in my blood. Currently I'm only 13.3 hands but I hope to grow up to be as tall as my mother. My mother is Freedom's Wings and I don't really remember my father that well. I am energetic and curious but also sweet. I hope that soon I can get a herd and maybe one day be a mother myself. I am a loner with my mom since we got separated from our herd about three months ago because of a fire.

[eleutheromania]

(accepted, we have a mare named wings though

[Mustanglover101]

(Thank you and she can go by Wind then if that's available)

Freedom's Wings-->Freedom
Age-->4
Rank-->Lone mare
Location-->open land
Mood-->relaxed, calm
Status-->In Heat->stage 2
Tagged-->Wings of the Wind(daughter), open

The lone mare whinnied into the wind that was ruffling her mane. She then lowered her head to graze. The fresh spring grasses were juicy and delicious. She loved being in the open lands, away from the dangers of the forest, and in a place where she could never really have to worry about the danger.

Wings of the Wind-->Windy
Age-->2
Rank-->Lone Mare
Location-->open land
Mood-->flirty, eager
Status-->In Heat->stage 3
Tagged-->Freedom's Wings(mother),open

She grazed near her mother. It was a sunny day with some wind. She swatted a fly with her tail and smelled the strange scent again. Her instincts told her to be around a stallion but being a lone mare with her mother she couldn't. The stallions would have to find her. The wind had carried bits and traces of her scent but no other horses appeared. She gave loud whinny hoping maybe a stallion or bachelor stallion would appear and snake her or her mother.

[paradise,]

} ;; i am in too many rps but, i can't stop joining new ones! xD

also wip.

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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

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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.

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

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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

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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; Dark Harmony
Sire; Unknown
Dam; Nevada Sky
Foals; A Few
Siblings; Unknown

[eleutheromania]

(( I know the feeling xD. I'll add them while you finish them when you can ))