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

[`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.

[ if anyone would like to reply to miika and jp? ]

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(Also, if they are able to cross islands how is that going to work?)

(Maybe the horses could discover an underground cave system that leads to another island under the ocean. I don't know if this idea will actually happen in the RPG, but it's just something I thought of.)

~Lleuad~

Lleuad began to roam once again. He was now wondering about other horses. Am I actually the only horse on this island? I haven't seen another horse for years. Lleuad whinnied in surprise. He had almost walked off a place where the land had collapsed in on itself and made a cliff. Lleuad ambled backward. He then began to walk alongside the cliff, making sure not to fall off it.

~Golau~

Golau stopped eating the grass. This stuff is awful. I need to find some berries. Golau was completely unaware that berries only grew along the coast of the island. She'd wander all over the island, trying to find berries, when in reality, she could just walk to the island's shore.

[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 smelled that her was a stallion here ,but couldn't pinpoint where. She snorted ,and reared for second, before she went back on all fours. She was very timid, and that was her fall back. (4jp)

[finoodle]

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

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: I hope it's okay i used a different form

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: Sorry i kinda rushed on Lacey.

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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

((All accepted <3 Sorry for the wait! Also If you didn't put what island you are on in your form could you post that to keep in my records?))

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(Does anyone know where S T A Y H E R E. is?)

[warg]

{Edited, i put what island they were on, in the others section.}

[`Hypnotic]

Jean-Paul ; Stallion ; Sagitarious ; Tovero Thoroughbred

I smelled the air and heard a sound of a rear and snort. I glanced around the high mountain side and saw a female near the base of the mountain. I hailed a deep, manly whinny right back to her and raced down the mountain. Fabulous I thought to myself, a good opportunity to start my herd here on the mountainside. I raced down to her, greeting with a shorter whinny. "Jean-Paul," came the rumble. I trotted energetically around the beautiful horse, sizing her up. Giving my head a shake, I decided she would do fine for the first mare in my herd. I guess would just skip the casualties. I snaked my head at her, chasing her, or rather claiming her as mine. A beautiful painted palomino Arabian, I would have to assume.

[La Esmeralda]

Zaria
Zaria went thought a cave that was rather dark. she went in ,and saw light at the end. she went towards it -(WB)
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Carmel Cappuccino
Caramel eyed the stallion, as she circled her, she wasn't going to fight him, because she knew that was foolish. She slunk her head and followed im up the mountain. She already didn't like the mountain air.

(adding a stallion)

Sir Maverick
Gender:stallion
Age:6
Personality: Mav is the sweetest stallion, at least he thinks he is. He loves to flirt with the mares of the island.
History: he was born in the wild, and left his herd at the age of three ,he found some mares ,but they were rounded up by the humans ,and now he s looking to start over
Family: still alive
Herd/Band:none
Foals:none
other: Island: taurus
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[`Hypnotic]

Jean-Paul ; Stallion ; Sagitarious ; Tovero I quickly looked glanced out of the corner of my brown eyes to see if she was obeying. Thankfully, she was. I quickly stopped, knowing that she would follow. I danced around her, sticking up my nose and claiming her. I nuzzled her, knowing that my bloodlines would start to spread around the lands now. I went around her backside, asking for her permission. I was excited, this was my first herd. I wasn't young but I'd never really found any other horses before, this was a new thing.

[waverly,]

Sniggers
palomino stallion - 5yr - 15.2hh - aquarius - tagged: no one

Bursting from the dripping innards of a particularly lonesome willow tree, a most peculiar golden-brown body plunged ahead much like one of too much tan racing for a friday sale. His sudden determination did not adhere to fashion though, instead he ventured forward to escape rather than pursue. In the next moment, a series of what could of been quick snapshots blurred the dark body of an angry boar right at the stallion's hooves, snapping his tusks angrily at the fleeing coronets. The stallion let out a hoarse, excited whinny and, breathing hard, he weaved amongst the marsh's trees and thickets until finally the boar came to a stop, exhausted. Turning around, the palomino snorted in laughter as the over-sized pig stomped the ground with one mud-splattered foot and left the way he came.