The Horses Of Vasara V.1 (Open and Accepting)

[Dr.Holmes]

S H E R L O C K

Sherlock's dark brown eyes over looked the landscape he had walked over multiple of times before.His long black mane covered his forehead as his hooves went over rocks in a similar fashion each time.the sky above was clear not telling of the heat above. Sherlock's eyes were narrowed at the scenery which was causing him to feel exhausted. He had found water in small puddles but, that was the closest he ever been to a pond in a couple of weeks

[La Esmeralda]

Zaria
The beautiful dun mare stood out of the other lone mares, here at least what she thought. No mare on the island had endured her pain, and grief, and remorse in their lives. She snorted, and didn't know if the right stallion that would gain her trust ,again would come along. She sighed and grazed.
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Carmel Cappuccino
Carnmel just finshed her morning run around the island, but as usual no stallions wanted her. She snorted and walked to her grazing spot ,where she felt at ease. She thought, "Maybe the bachelors are hiding, and looking." She bent down to graze contently.

[◘ Prism ◘]

Shining Moonlight of the Slough 'Lleuad'
Gender: Male
Age: 10 years
Personality: Lleuad is very calm. He's quite reserved, only speaking when he feels the need to. He has a difficult time socializing with other horses, thus making him socially awkward. He becomes stressed when he's around too many horses, so he would much rather be a loner or in a small band. Lleuad doesn't like foals, due to their usually hyperactive nature. He may seem uncivil to the more social horses due to his antisocial behavior, but that doesn't mean he's trying to be rude.
History: Lleuad has a pretty typical history. He was born, raised by his mother. His mother was a loner, so he wasn't part of a herd. When Lleuad was a yearling, his mother died. This, surprisingly, didn't bother Lleuad that much. He continued living his normal life, only without his mother, and that is how he has lived to this day.
Herd/Band: Open
Foals: None
Island: Aquarius

Bright One of the Crater "Golau"
Gender: Female
Age: 6 years
Personality: Golau is usually friendly and joyful, but, she has quite the temper. One slightly vile word... and she'll explode. If you get on her good side though, she is a friendly and happy horse. She's currently looking for a male, but she hasn't been able to find any on her island.
History: Golau was born in a small band of horses. She lived with them until she was 3 years old. A deadly disease killed everyone except Golau. Golau was then alone.
Family: Dead
Herd/Band: Open
Foals: None
Island: Aries

[finoodle]

((Accepted <3))

[`Hypnotic]

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Jean-Paul
Gender:
stallion
Age:
8 years
Personality:
ambitious
protective
loud
proactive
competitive
History:
n/a
Height:
16.2 hands
Family:
none yet </3
Herd/Band: none yet </3
on island sagitarious
Foals:
none yet
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Miika
Gender:
Mare
Age:
5 years
Personality:
free spirited, can't be contained often.
History:
n/a
Height:
14.3 hands
Family:
none yet </3
Herd/Band: none yet </3
on island Taurus
Foals:
none yet

[finoodle]

((Accepted, BUT PLEASE WE NEED MORE HORSES FROM DIFFERENT ISLANDS THAN Sagittarius. So Jean-Paul is the last from their until further notice. BTW All of my horses are open so if any of yours want to meet up with them and possibly snake/meet them go ahead.))

[Dr.Holmes]

(I got Sherlock open also)(Taurus)

[finoodle]

((You want Carmen to meet up with him?))

[Dr.Holmes]

(Sure!)

[`Hypnotic]

Jean-Paul ; Sagitarious ; Stallion ; Tovero

I snorted, looking around the mountainside, almost to the top of the broad mountain. It wasn't too far down, just incase I saw another horse. I am a very social horse and cannot be alone for long. I thought to myself, there must be some sort of life around here. I was looking to start a herd of my own, frankly because I couldn't rule under another horse. I trotted along the small shrubbery, tossing my short black mane and snorting. I stopped suddenly, sniffing the air and trying to depict a scent.

Miika ; Taurus ; Mare ; Chestnut

I sighed as I glimpsed sight of some crystal blue water. Oh, what a great leadmare I would make. I could always find water, wherever we went. I closed my eyes as I felt the nice, cooling water surge around my buff frame. I started to circle, then laid down right on the bank in the water and started rolling, snorting and sighing in relief. It was spring, just starting to warm up and also send us mares into heat. With a grunt, I rose to my hooves, then let out a high-pitched nicker to the world.