A Echo across the Plain... (Wild horse roleplay)-Accepting

[OnceLovedx]

she was a mare trot over to her , she looked at her and lowerd her ears , showing no threat.

[fg05281]

snowflake dream

Snow Nuzzled storm gently.

falling emerald

Emmy stopped in front of the mare. "Hello." She nickered.

shadow is a nightmare

Shadow called out again. He had a good start to a herd but needed it larger. He called out then glanced around.

[nui]

Name: Flufe
Age: 4
Breed:Painted
Other: Have just got out of the care center and was let to roam with a tracking device on her neck.

[luminescent,]

Rose grazed quietly, ignoring the other horses like she usually did. She glanced at Shadow, guessing that he was hoping to find new mares to add to the herd

Storm smiled and looked at Snow "Are you ok?" He asked softly

Cry grazed quietly, she looked around before walking to the nearby river and standing in the shallow area of the cool water. She looked up at the call of a stallion and let out a short, quiet whinny

Blizzard walked around the plains quietly, glancing around. She was hoping to avoid any stallions or a herd. She quickened to a trot as she reached the area where the grass was shorter

Broken let out a loud whinny, searching for any mares in the area
(Accepted c:)

[OnceLovedx]

she looked at her " umm.. hello " she said quietly.


( would it be okay if my mare was in heat ? )

[luminescent,]

(It would be fine, since it's still spring c:)

[OnceLovedx]

( okay , im not 100% sure how mares and stallions behave when a mare is in heat so if i do anything wrong please tell me )

[fg05281]

snowflake dream

Snow Nodded and fell asleep.

falling emerald

Emmy smiled. "I am emmy. Who are you?" She asked.

shadow is a nightmare

Shadow called out again. He had a good start to a herd but needed it larger. He called out then glanced around.[
(Emmy is on heat I believe)

[nui]

Flufe wanted the plains trotting kicking rocks rocks with her hoof when she saw a horse who was a stallion and approaches him, "Hi, what's wrong"? She asked clopping her hoof on the ground.

[Msshardy]

Cady-Bash - Cad - Stallion - No Mares - Tags: Butch, Maccabee
Traveling with the young colt and the old stallion was becoming bothersome. The young bay stallion nippled at the palomino colt attempting to play with him. He did not want to play, he was becoming restless and the urge to roam was becoming unbearable. The sweet scent of mares in heat constantly filled his nostrils. There was no escape from the tantalizing, tempting smell. He glanced at his companions. He would leave them soon.


Maccabee - Skunk - Colt - No Mares - Tags: Cady-Bash, Butch
The colt dodged the nip, trotting away. He stopped and stared at what he thought of as a leader. Cad was restless, that Maccabee knew. The thoughtful young colt knew why, he himself could feel the drive within him to have a herd. But he was young and inexperienced, he knew nothing of the world and would stay with Cad and Butch as long as he could. He sighed, knowing this little band would soon break apart.


Butch - Old Stallion - No Mares - Tags: Cady-Bash, Maccabee
Butch heaved a sigh. He openly stared at Cady-Bash, somewhat amused. He remembered when the smell of a mare this time of year would send him into a frenzy, when it felt as if there were ants under his skin, telling him to seek out a pretty dam for his unborn foals. The drive was still there in the dappled stallion, but it was accompanied by aching bones that his battle scarred skin stretched across. If it came to it, of course he would want to start a herd. If Cad left that would be the best option, seeing as safety was in numbers and the little scrap of palomino was much in way of protection. He stood, kicking a back leg to try and ease the tightness his arthritis caused. He shook his mane out, then sprung at Skunk, giving the colt the play pal he'd been seeking.


Hot Salsa Grande - Salsa - Mare - No Herd - No Foals - Tags: Grazing
The fiery mare shook out her mane, trying to rid herself of the flies that buzzed around her. Like most mares, she was in heat. Instead of being a bitter old gal like most mares around his time, Hot Salsa Grande actually softened, though her sharp tongue still held. She would of course join a herd this year, maybe finally have a foal, and settle. But not without a few biting comments. The mare lowered her head back to the sun dried grass, amused.