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

[Dr.Holmes]

(Might as well fade to black)
(Also, if they are able to cross islands how is that going to work?)

[Flat as a pancake]

Erica Long distance

Lola

Sagittarius

Lola was frantic to find a stallions to keep her safe. She whinnied loudly hoping her strong heat sent would lure stallions but not predators. Lola waited for a stallions reply.

tags:none
Heat sent:3
Stallion:none
Island:Sagittarius

Silver Moon

Toby

Leo

As Toby haunted the island of Leo he spotted a cute lone mare (Kwan), one who could be a possible herd starter. He reared up and whinnied to her showing off. 'Thud"He tried not to scare her as he picked up a slow heavy trot and trotted towards her

tags:Need for speed 'Kwan'
Mares:none
Island:Leo

[finoodle]

((There would be some stretch of land linking the islands together.))
Carmen
"Sherlock we have started a herd." she sighed and took a drink from the pool. She laid down and felt the shade on her pelt.

[Dr.Holmes]

Sherlock stared at Carmen before he agreed laying down next to the mare."Strong only,"He murmured closing his eyes. His body was light in a shallow sleep.

[finoodle]

Carmen
Carmen nodded. She yawned before falling asleep along side him. Inside her dream she dreamt of her foal being weak and Sherlock pushing it over the edge of a cliff. She tossed and turned. He can't the two words rang in her ears.

[Dr.Holmes]

(Well, Sherlock seems horrible)

The stallion's tail twitched slightly his ears going from side to side as he turned them.Only the strong can live, but being strong comes in different forms. Each will be different but, no the same thing. You are only strong with you keep up. If you don't than your weak.Sherlock learned that the hard way, he was weak and his own would not be.

[Horselover245]

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Summer days 'summer'
Gender:mare
Age:7 months
Personality:shy and very small
History: she got sepperated from her family
Family:forgets
Herd/Band:needs to find one
Foals:is one


virgo

[La Esmeralda]

Zaria
Zaria finished grazing, and as usual the stallions left her be . She snorted, and thought, "Maybe they don't want me." She nickered sadly,and tried to find a stallion by herself.
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Carmel Cappuccino
Caramel got done grazing ,and went to the river to quench her thirst. She began to drink ,silently ,for a while. She finished up there, and snorted. She wanted a herd, but she knew that she wasn't going to able lead mare, because of her timid nature. .

(both of them are open)

[waverly,]

posted on page three, not sure if you might've skipped me by accident ^u^

Sniggers
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Personality: Sniggers' 'charm' can often come as a start. He's highly fickle with everything he does, often switching from one direction to the next task in a matter of moments. It's highly ever likely that he'll amount to much as a stallion, but this piece of information is neither new to him nor anything he's worrying about. He takes life as he sees it, charging ever so gentlemanly through swampy marshes in his own way of sneering at other brutes. Because of his tremulous actions, Sniggers is as good as a simple pest to most. He's never had a heard more than three mares (most were snaked by more watchful stallions) and he has a hard time of getting himself to be even a little serious. Sniggers is also a bit bipolar, needy, and curious. Honestly you're best bet is to gallop away when you see the golden body thundering past gators like some sort of idiotic daredevil.
Height: 15.2hh
Island: Aquarius
Herd/Band: N/A
Foals: N/A

[warg]

Nᴀᴍᴇ: My name is 'Will-o'-the-wisp' But I prefer to be called Wisp
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: I am a Mare, i'm not masculine looking at all i'm just going to clear this up now.
Aɢᴇ: I am at a fairly young age most would say. I'm four years old
Hᴇʀᴅ: I'm not currently in a herd, i'm not sure if i'm ready for that commitment but theres not much you can really do is there.
Rᴀɴᴋ: I Am a lone Mare, And i am enjoying the freedom.
Iɴ Hᴇᴀᴛ?: I Am in Heat, unfortunately. I'm not really looking forward to having any foals, i just find them to be a major inconvenience until they are born, i mean carrying around all the extra weight looks like it would be hard and then all that eating. Even after they're born if not raised right they can be pest's. So hopefully i will not be blessed with the Unfortunate task of having to carry a foal.


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Hmmmmm how would i describe myself?, For lack of better terms im going to go with Rude, Strong-willed, Untrusting, and a Overall pain in the neck. Due to trust issues in the past i tend to be very cold or cruel to those who don't know me. But if someone knows the proper things to say they can whip me into shape. I can be very loyal to those whom i trust but others don't tend to see me long enough to get to know me. I have a Strong disliking for most mares especially the younger one just going to warn you now, so don't throw a fit when we don't end up as 'friends'.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Oh wow haven't thought this far back in a while... i guess i can start wit my birth herd. My mother was a Fairly normal mare, Attention hog, nosey, rude, you know the works. And my father, He was um... interesting, i'll leave it at the for the time being. Anyways i was born along with four other foals, Step siblings if i might add. And it was all going fine until One of the foals, a filly i believe it was. Anywho getting off track, but when a foal was taken and killed by a predator i can't quite remember which so you will just have to handle the story without too many details. Anywho the mother of that foal went ballistic and started freaking out on everybody and since i was the unlucky horse by her she blamed me for her foals death. The crazy old hag had my father drive me out of the herd and i was on my own at the young age of one and a half. It was only a few days before a young band of yearling colts came by and tried to snake me. Of course they did, i mean what is a foal to do she can't defend herself properly at such a young age. A few months had passed and i was getting used to a few of the colts. I mean they were still rude but thats just part of who they were. they told me they would keep me safe but instead when my father and his herd showed up they left me with that bitter old hag. And my father blind as ever didn't notice when that old hag i was talking about earlier, well he didn't notice when she started hurting me. I was only around for a couple days before the shiny blue gray tint of my coat was covered in dark bruises and scrapes. You were supposed to feel safe with those who raised you, Am i right? Well i sure didn't I Left as soon a distraction came up. That distraction happened to be another dead foal, Me and life are struggling to keep our friendship together but so far i've been faring pretty well.


Oᴛʜᴇʀ: She is on Vigo.

Nᴀᴍᴇ: My name is Tattered Lace, but i prefer to be called Lacey.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: I am a mare, i'd hope you would assume this as my name isn't very masculine.
Aɢᴇ: I am about 4 years old, so i am fairly young
Hᴇʀᴅ: I'm not currently in a herd
Rᴀɴᴋ: I'm a lone mare.
Iɴ Hᴇᴀᴛ?: Yep

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: I'f i were to be described by anyone they would probably say that i am annoyingly sarcastic and joking at first but once people get to know me i mellow down some. i'm fairly friendly and i put others needs before mine.


Oᴛʜᴇʀ: She is on Aquarius