F R E E | Draft Horse RP | Accepting

[iceland.]

(Oh no I did not mean to sound rude you werent rude I know it sounds as if I was mean but I was just tryin to give an answer sorry again if I sounds mean.)

[r e d.]

>>Its ok, sometimes I think negative to much. Mostly since im reading it not hearing c:

[Blumenkranz]

(We will start now!)

Quintus was standing quietly, nibbling on the grass. The roan stallion was standing by the other bachelors, and he planned on leaving soon. Though he didn't mind being with this other males, he wanted to start a band. It was spring, and he wanted to leave these males and try to find mares so that he could have a herd. He was standing near the center of the group, his tail flicking to swat at flies as he grazed. Eventually he quit grazing and he looked around, ears flicking back and forth. The chance of finding a lone mare was rare, but maybe he would be lucky.

Satsuki grazed quietly by herself, her dark eyes scanning the area carefully for any signs of other horses. The bay raised her head, swished her dark tail and shook out her mane before lowering it to continue nibbling on the green grass. She was alone at the moment, there were no horses here and wasn't with other mares with a stallion. Decided that standing out in the open wasn't the safest thing to do, she quit grazing and began to walk. In the distance she could hear the calls from stallions and mares. She wasn't crazy about a herd, but didn't mind joining one. As long as the stallion was good, she would willingly join one.

Grima walked through the plain, his ears pricked. His brown eyes watched the surrounding area warily, and he noticed a few horses in the distance. He snorts and slows, lowering his head to nibble on some grass as he walked. He raised his head and continued walking, only stopping once he reached the stream. He lowered her muzzle and drank, the cool water soothing his slightly dry throat. Grima was not a horse who was born wild, he was a stud who escaped from his home and came here. Now wild, he hoped that he would find some mares. Once his thirst was quenched the black and white stallion lifted his muzzle from the water and began to look around, his ears pricked. He could see a few horses around, but from where he was standing he could not tell there genders. He let out a loud whiny, calling out to any lone mares who may be interested in joining him. He then turned away from the water hole and began to walk, listening for any replies.

Petra grazed by herself, her eyes scanning the area carefully for any signs of other horses. The bay raised her head, swished her tail and shook out her mane before lowering it to continue nibbling on the green grass. It was spring, mares were giving birth and going into heat and stallions were protecting and fighting over mares. She was interested in a herd, and knew that one was needed to survive. She didn't like to be by herself, and hoped that the stallion she did join was nice. For now she just grazed, calm yet alert in case something jumped out at her.

Ruby's ears flicked back and forth as the young mare searched for other horses. She was alone, she didn't mind being alone all that much but she was staring to get lonely and wanted to at least be around others of her kind. The palomino Haflinger mare whinnied loudly, calling out to other horses. She fell silent, waiting a bit impatiently for some kind of response but none came. She let out a soft sigh and kept walking, hoping to find other mares, or maybe even a stallion.

[azhefa.]

{{All mine are open!

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ Cʀᴏss}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Random Bachelors

The large stallion snorts as he moves with confidence across the valley, his head and tail raised in a very clear display of his dominance and power. He tosses his head and speeds up to steady canter, a group of bachelors was nearby and he wanted to see if any were brave enough to challenge him. As he gets closer to the group, a few of the younger bachelors automatically back away and show submission to the much older stallion, they were no match for his larger size and greater strength. The couple of older bachelors stayed put and watch as Nightmare gets closer, not as scared of him as the younger studs were.

Nightmare snorts once more as he comes to a stop near the now small group of remaining bachelors, his head lifted in his casually dominant manner. One of the bachelors puffs up his chest and steps towards Nightmare, but quickly skitters back when the older stallion rears back with a loud squeal. A few more of the bachelors move off, but one stays standing, one that was only a few years younger than Nightmare so a battle between them would be more even. With another loud squeal, Nightmare attacks and a battle ensues between the two stallions. Dirt flies and dust is stirred up around them as they fight for dominance.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

Since she doesn't have a herd, she could wonder around like most other lone mares do, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Melody yawns a little and shakes out her flea-bitten grey pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone, but on the other hand she likes the peace and quiet that comes with being alone, it's a tough choice for her.

After the death of her son and also her stallion, Melody was glad to not have anyone around, anyone that can be taken from her like they have. She sighs deeply and lifts her head to gaze around the valley, the sight of mares with their foals sends a sharp pain of longing through her heart, she had wanted a foal since the moment she saw one when she was just a yearling. Her maternal instincts were very strong, a blessing and also a curse when she doesn't have something to care for. The young mare shakes out her black mane and looks around again, this time wondering if there were any orphaned foals wandering about looking for a mother, her milk was still flowing so she could and would gladly take in a foal that isn't her own.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Gʏᴘsʏ Vᴀɴɴᴇʀ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 16 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast vally that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older mare snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pur white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Sʜɪʀᴇ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The mare trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her large draft body storms down the hillside, her heavy hoof-beats were hard to keep silent, but then again she wasn't trying to. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone mares (random), the sight of the mares makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser mares from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller mares from fighting back as does her much older age which many of the lesser mares were in awe of.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a mare who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the big female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the other mares to answer the many questions that were clear in their eyes. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[r e d.]

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S Ɯ Ɛ Ɛ Ƭ E L Ɛ Ɠ A Ɲ Ƈ Ɛ
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>Alone
>Nervous
>Lone Mare
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The mare trotted swiftly, looking for a spot to graze. She enjoyed the quiet as she bent down to graze the soft grass as she attempted to ignore stallions calls. Soon she felt heat getting to her dark pelt, she lifted her head to look for shade but only spotted a couple of trees. She shook her mane not wanting to travel more but continued, Her eyes making sure no Stallions could see her. She wasnt ready for a herd, at least not yet. She wanted a couple of minutes before she would be taken into a band. She soon reached the shade feeling a cool wave sweep over her.

She soon thought of heading away from the shade and going back into the open since she was cool once more. The sight of other horses made her stay put anyway.

[Blumenkranz]

An unfamiliar bachelor was approaching the herd, and Quintus stayed put, watching with his ears pinned slightly as the older male came. Unlike the other younger males who were smart and backed off, the roan stayed where he was, watching Nightmare as the stallion displayed his stallion. Quintus didn't like this, he thought about maybe even stepping in and challenging the bay, which would have been a stupid thing to do as Nightmare would be able to easily beat up Quintus as he was twice Quintus' age and was more experienced and powerful than he was. Before Quintus could do anything though, the new bachelor started a fight with another male and Quintus let out a snort before looking to the distance. Maybe now would be a good time to leave, to try to start a band of his own. After a few moments of thinking, the roan began to move away. He broke into a trot and moved away from the group of bachelors. He saw a few other horses here and there, some alone some not, but he couldn't tell their gender. After moving away from the bachelors, he scented the air, the roan pricked his ears when he caught onto the scent of a mare in heat. It wasn't very strong, but it was there. Letting out another snort he glanced around, his gaze resting on a pretty mare, Melody. She seemed to be by herself, which was good for Quintus. Interested, the stud let out a whinny, calling to the mare.

[paint.]

The gypsy mare walked alongside her colt, her ears slightly pinned back in warning to the rambunctious foal who was wanting to take off at any moment. Bailey, the gypsy vanner mare, dropped her head a little bit, giving Gambler a little nip on his chest before picking up at a trot, the feathers on her hooves bouncing up and down, her mane dropping over one of her amber colored eyes. Bailey soon picked up at a smooth canter, her muscles rippling underneath her domino coat. Gambler followed closely, keeping his muzzle on her right side, her hindquarter to be exact, letting the younger mother know that her colt was close by and not leaving. Rounding a couple of trees, the pair entered a field together, though a stallion was in view. [CURSED NIGHTMARE] Bailey`s ears immediately pinned flat against her head, and her tail clamped down, and she nickered lowly to Gambler, telling him to stand in front of her. She tucked her head over his side, before backing up and rearing, sending Nightmare a very high squeal, warning him of her.

[iceland.]

Moon galloped in the forest, her hooves pounded the ground and her mane blew in the wind along with her tail. She looked at the canopy of the forest and it was beautiful. It looked as if it was glowing green and the leaves blew on the wind. The fallen leaves and sticks crunched beneath her and her heat spread. She came long a small meadow, moon looked around it and debated wether of not to enter and she finally decided to enter. She grazed on the tall green grass and she smiled. The grass was tall moist and wet. She flicked her tail and the sun warmed her black and white back.

[azhefa.]

{{My two mares are open!

Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ Cʀᴏss}
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Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ⋮ 14 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Random Bachelors

After a few kicks and loud squeals, the stallions part ways without any serious wounds only a few scrapes and maybe a couple bruises under their pelts, but nothing life-threatening. The older stallion tosses his head, his thick black mane flaring in the breeze as he trots in a rather flashy manner, he may be an older boy, but he still likes to show off for the mares that happen to be watching him. Nightmare neighs loudly for any lone mares and maybe some herd mares who weren't very happy in their current herd, he'd happy take in any mare. The stallion snorts and shakes out his black mane and starts trotting down into the lower bowl of the valley.

When his ears catch Bailey's warning squeal, Nightmare slides to a fast stop, making some dust rise up around him as he looks around for the source of the warning. His eery red-brown eyes scan the surrounding valley and land upon the mare and her foal, a young colt whom the mare seems to guard with great ferocity. Nightmare snorts a bit and tosses his head at her as he moves towards her and her foal, not in the least bit scared or intimidated by this lone mare, he was larger than her by about 3 hands and much older so why should he worry? The stallion moves with obvious confidence towards the mare, his mind now set on claiming her for himself.

Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ}
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Mᵉˡᵒᵈʸ/Mᵉˡ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2-3) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Quintus

The young mare huffs a sigh as she grazes by herself, the sun shining down on her flea-bitten grey coat to warm her. She flicks her ears around as well as her scented tail, wondering silently if she'll ever find a family again, one with a strong stallion who will sire beautiful foals with her. Melody shakes out her mane to rid herself of some rather unpleasant thoughts and memories, she won't let her next foal be killed like her first. Her mind was elsewhere so she was barely aware of Quintus when he whinnies to her, her ears flick a little and it takes her a moment to comprehend the sound.

Melody lifts her head from her grazing and looks around, searching for who it was that called to her, a stallion judging from the deep pitch of the call. The mare sees a few stallions around her, but none were acting as if they were waiting for her reply. She snorts a little and goes back to grazing after she was unable to see who it was that called her. Melody returns to her deep thoughts, wondering whether or not a stallion will finally come to claim her, she was in heat and wants nothing more than a foal. Images of playful foals swim around before her eyes as her maternal desires strengthen along with her heat.

Ｓｕｎ-Ｋｉｓｓｅｄ Ｒｏｓｅ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Gʏᴘsʏ Vᴀɴɴᴇʀ}
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Rᵒˢᵉ ⋮ 16 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast vally that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.

The older mare snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pur white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｇｏｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ Ｃｏｍｅｓ Ａｒｏｕｎｄ
{Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ - Sʜɪʀᴇ}
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Kᵃʳᵐᵃ ⋮ 12 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (2) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The mare trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her large draft body storms down the hillside, her heavy hoof-beats were hard to keep silent, but then again she wasn't trying to. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone mares (random), the sight of the mares makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser mares from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller mares from fighting back as does her much older age which many of the lesser mares were in awe of.

Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a mare who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the big female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the other mares to answer the many questions that were clear in their eyes. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.

[paint.]

The wind pushed the gypsy`s mane under her neck, watching the stallion approach. Gambler has laid down, hiding behind some brush. Bailey was about to go into full "angry mare" mode. Her ears perked, but soon dropped to a flat position as she reared upwards, her hooves thrashing outwards. She didn`t want any part of this right now, especially with her six month old colt. Bailey let her upper body drop back to the ground, her head tossing and then charging. She slammed into Nightmare, moving him just a bit before nipping him and rearing again.

Bailey backed up a bit again, tossing her head. One ear was completely flat, the other perked upwards, listening. "I want no part of you. You`ll only kill my colt." She snapped, tossing her head once more and flaring her nostrils. Her rump tucked in, backing up away from this stallion. Although he towered over her, she was feisty and protective. She turned her head, sending out a mothering whicker to her colt, who`s head raised slightly, letting her know he was there and alright.