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once upon a time, the arabian had been a loyal, noble companion. lean, beautiful, strong, respected. they were horses to be admired, to be cherished, decorated in flowers and ribbons, their beauty obvious to all. but humans are greedy. twisted. cruel. they want what they want, and they will not stop until the get it. the arabians, these faithful companions, they became trophies. prizes. they were bent and twisted and broken- forced to obey. to work. to prance and flaunt and return. one wrong set, one thrown show, and they were punished. as though it were their fault, and not the fault of the greedy creatures that pushed them to fear, to anxiety, to cowering. this land, the painted plains as the arabians call it, is home. it is life and death and birth and beauty. away from the humans that wish to tame and twist them, to meld them into something they should never be. here, these beautiful creatures finally feel safe.

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→ site rules// this should go without saying, but i always include it and so i will again. all of the site rules apply to this roleplay, so i suggest you read up on them if you haven't yet.
→ forms// i will not supply a form in this roleplay, as i would love to see what you guys can create. c: a basic form is just fine- it does not have to be fancy, though it must include all the major elements. [name, age, gender, personality, history, ect.] as for the literacy of forms, i do require that you type out a bit of a history and at the very least a nice list of personality traits. i am okay with smaller forms, i am not asking for a book on your character, but i do want some information on your characters. i have had people use my forms and alter them to fit their characters- i ask that you do not do this unless you ask me first.
→ characters// i am going to be very strict on this rule, because it is always overlooked. this an arabian rp. the only breed i will accept are arabians/arabian mixes. i will not accept draft mixes. arabians are relatively small horses, and rarely rarely get bigger than 15.1 hands, please keep this in mind. please note; horse heights only go up to .3, so for instance 14.3 hands. there is no .4, .8, ect, it goes from .0 to .3.
→ mortality// horses are not immortal. they will get sick, injured, and they will die. especially while being perused by humans or predators. in this roleplay, the oldest a horse may get to is 20 years of age.
→ literacy// no, this is not a literate roleplay, and no, i will not ask you for a book per post. this is, however, a low level semi-literate thread. please use proper spelling and punctuation, and post at least three sentences per post. lines, not sentences.
→ fighting&snaking// in fights, age matters a great deal. an older horse will win in a fight nine times out of ten, so remember this when starting a fight. the only reason a young horse would have a good chance of winning would be if the elder had some kind of weakness[ex. blind, injured, ect.] or if the age difference was only one to two years. as for snaking, mare with rarely be able to escape being snaked, and they can not hate stallions because of it. they may be a little frustrated, but it is a natural thing and it happens all the time. if you intend to start a fight with another players horse please contact them before hand to work out who will win. if you want to snake a mare out a herd, you must be sure it is okay with the stallions' roleplayer as well as the mares'.
→ realism// i would like to see lost and lots of body language in this rp, but dialogue is indeed allowed. just so the everyone knows before we start; mares don't get jealous over the others in her herd, they rarely ever escape being snaked and they do not hate stallions for it afterward, and they rarely ever just leave herds, and it is very hard to pull this off. i will not accept god modding or powerplaying, and no magical or odd-colored horses. this includes eye color. the accepted eye colors are brown, hazel, amber, sometimes blue, and rarely unpigmented blue.[darker blue] list of most known colors/patterns., and here is a coat colour calculator for foals.
→ humans// yes, humans can be a threat in this roleplay- i don't mind if you bring forth a few wranglers once in a while, however, please, please, please ask everyone they will be affecting [ex. if you are having humans come after a herd] if they care or not- i personally know it can be annoying to have to deal with such things if you aren't in the mood to. also- if you decide to have a horse get captured, that's it. don't roleplay them while they are in captivity- you can have them return at a later date as you wish, having broken out or gotten set free, but to not roleplay them in the care of humans.
→ drama// drama is okay! it's good! it makes things interesting- but be sure that when you bring in a predator or a natural disaster everyone who you are intending it to affect are okay with this, please. c:
→ activity// i understand that life gets in the way of being able to post, and i will never come after you for not posting. real life is more important than my little roleplay. i am a busy person myself- i have a hectic schedule and may not be able to post every day. i promise i will post as often as i possibly can without sacrificing the quality of my work- that is all i ask of you in return.
→ finally// have fun! i know ze rules may be long and may be written a bit harshly, but this because i have a specific idea for this roleplay and these are the rules needed to achieve that :3.

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→ bachelors ←

dominant bachelor
vegas lights[vegas] // fifteen years old // page one // chemical--
[subordinate] bachelors
sankaku atama[valtiel] // seven years old // page one // chemical--
skeleton jack[haunt] // four years old // page one // chemical--

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fragile dreams[dream] // fourteen years old // page one // chemical--
speaking with silence[satsuki, suki] // nine years old // page one // chemical--
under the night sky[dance] // six years old // page one // chemical--
my little fairytale[story] // five years old // page one // chemical--
bloody mary[fable] // three years old // page one // chemical--

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none.

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the mustangs here have found themselves a beautiful paradise to thrive in, with pristine white sand beaches to lush open meadows, bright forests and of course the dense salt marsh that separates the land they call home from the colonies of humans that wish to imprison them. if one travels far enough north, you can find the mossy, rocky mountains that horses and humans alike rarely dare to brave. however, if you find yourself in the mountains, there is a beautiful mountain pass/valley that cuts through the center of them. beautiful waterfall spills over the edge, one of two that dot this landscape. nearly dead-center of the open meadows is a long, narrow valley with a fresh creek flowing through it, this creek is one of the few non-salt water sources aside from a few ponds or streams scattered about. the forest boarders the thick, sludgy marsh, and a beautiful waterfall sits toward the north of it.

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beaches - meadows - valley -mountains - mountain pass - forest - mountain waterfall - forest waterfall - salt marsh

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[0/30] pages left of spring.

✔ spring ✔
spring, the season of new life. temperatures rise to a comfortable level, snow melts away, revealing new growth, and animals come out of hiding. in spring, mares are beginning to go back into heat, and some late foals may even be born. new herds are forming, old ones expanding, while yearlings venture away from home to find their own place in the wilderness. rain is common, and clouds always dot the sky.

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✘ summer ✘
in summer, days grow long and hot. nights are short, but offer a few hours of comfortable temperatures. many horses migrate toward water sources or shade, seeking to hide from the afternoon sun. mares are still in heat, though by this point all foals from the previous year will have already been born. stallion are still on the search for more mares, while lead mares move the herd to a cooler location. despite the heat, summer is an active season. young stallions show off, yearling mares get whisked away, and band stallions are daring enough to attempt stealing a mare or two. rain is not common in summer, and if it does it is often a warm, heavy rain that lasts only a couple hours at most.

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✘ autumn ✘
with autumn comes the return of cooler temperatures. nights and mornings are chilly, hinting at the freezing months to follow. rain becomes more common, and the colors of the land begin to fade. turning from dark green to vibrant oranges and reds, until the earth is taken over by a dull gray. mares are rarely in heat during autumn, but those covered in spring may start to foal. should this happen, there is a slim chance that said mares may go into heat for the remaining weeks of autumn, but may not always accept a stallion.

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✘ winter ✘
winter. snow coats the ground, the earth is blanketed in a glistening white, and temperatures drop. foals can be born throughout the winter months, however not all will survive the freezing the temperatures. mares are never in heat, and stallions are calm, instead fighting against predators whom may use the horses's weakened state to attack. food must be dug out from under the snow, and thin layers of ice may have to broken to reach water.

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nothing new.

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• name// vegas lights[vegas]
• age// fifteen years of age
• gender// stallion
• breed// mustang/arabian
• disposition// proud, cruel, harsh, possessive, brave, paranoid, impatient, stubborn, calculating, secretive, hot-headed, intelligent, quick to react, violent
→ ❝ vegas is a cruel stallion. harsh, possessive, hot-headed. his mares are trophies. he is not satisfied unless he has collected a harem of beautiful prizes to flaunt and display as he wishes. obedience is one thing the stallion always demands, and if it is not given to him upon first glance he will break a mare to his wishes. vegas believes himself high and mighty, royalty. a stallion to be respected. he has little to no patience, and as such with snap if a mare steps out of line once, or if a stallion wanders just that little bit to close to his trophies. he is paranoid, to say the least, believing that his mares will run or be taken if he so much as closes his eyes to rest for a moment, and has become a very light sleeper, twitching awake at the slightest sound. his pride often drives him to do stupid and idiotic things, though his fearsome scream often chases away anything he may challenge before he gets to it. he is secretive, caring deeply for his mares but treating them as though it were the opposite. in moments of calm, when he has what he wants and obedience is established, he may show flickers of kindness to the mares he so desperately holds onto. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ vegas's father was a proud stud who had battled with humans all his life- desperately clinging to his herd, to the wild. his mother, an ornery, tiny arabian mare who led the herd with great dominance. vegas learned his hard ways from his father, and his stubborn, dominant traits from his mother, becoming a violent, head-strong stallion at a very young age. once he reached two years old, his father was more than happy to drive the colt out into the world, for fear he would try to overthrow him. vegas wandered for over a year by himself, collecting scars and experience from fights with stallions and predators a like, though never did he shy away from a challenge. at just three years old, the stubborn stallion snaked a lone yearling into being his first mare, and kept her on a tight leash, knowing that if a challenger came by he may not be able to keep her. over the years, vegas built up a harem of nine steady mares who he held onto with a firm rule. it wasn't until just before the stallion turned fifteen years old that everything was taken from him. in the middle of a spring storm, two trees were torn up by the winds, and came crashing down just beside the herd, spooking the mares and sending them sprinting. vegas chased after them in fury, but they were gone, fled into the rain and the darkness. furious at his loss and determined to build up a glorious herd once more, the stallion set out to find more mares. ❞
• description// muscular, black paint, blue eyes, scarred, 15.3 hands
→ ❝ vegas is a muscular stallion, and flaunts this at every given chance. he has powerfully corded legs, sharp gray hooves, and a heavy-set, broad body. the thick stallion has a velvet pelt- that of an inky black paint in color. his mane, thick and tangled, soft to touch, it is dominantly black while the section closest to his withers is white. his tail is a thick, raven black that nearly brushes the ground as he walks, and both are long and unkept. vegas has light brown eyes that always glitter dangerously- showing all of his nasty thoughts and emotions. he stands at a good 15.3 hands tall, his sleek paint coat dusted with scars from won battles, displaying his power. ❞
• rank// dominant bachelor
• mares// none
• offspring// many
• kin// countless

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• name// sankaku atama[valtiel]
• age// eight years of age
• gender// stallion
• breed// arabian/lustiano
• disposition// dark, quiet, observant, intelligent, valiant, paranoid, harsh, kind-hearted, protective, troubled, secretive, silent, calm, charismatic
→ ❝ valtiel is a very dark, quiet stallion. while most strut about and show off to their mares, being loud to prove themselves valtiel prefers to instead remain a quiet guardian, reaching out when his herd had need of him or a mare wishes for contact. saying this, he is not a lenient stallion. in moments of calm, his kind heart and gentle nature is clear to the world, though when the herd is moving or being threatened, valtiel is fine with angering his herd, being harsh with them to keep them safe. he shares little about himself- in fact he speaks rarely, though when he does it is mostly kind, charismatic words that flow from his maw, never missing a beat. he is a valiant stallion, if not constantly paranoid of older stallions coming around and taking his herd from him again. valtiel is a good stallion for the most part, or at least tries to be. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ valtiel has had an ultimately uneventful upbringing; set aside his encounter with humans. born in a land where man was a threat each passing day, it was no surprise when a young ebony colt of nine months old was penned beside half of his fathers' herd and taken to be broken and sold- or killed, in the case of those who would not be broken. valtiel watched was two mares and his father were dragged off and put down due to extreme resistance and violence, and learned to surrender himself as a result. the humans locked him up in a small box when she showed obedience, rarely coming by to pay him attention. ultimately forgetting him, along with several other wild-caught mustangs that were penned unhappily in their own boxes all around him with little food and water and nowhere to move. for two years he struggled to survive on what little he got, watching weaker, less determined horses fall around him, only to be replaced by new ones. he was just weeks off of being three years old when, unbeknownst to him, the humans left their little patch of land, selling it off to be torn down and rebuilt as something new. two men came through the row of boxes, opening them up and lashing out with whips, forcing horses through the open doors at the end of the hall and up into a trailer. and it was then that valtiel saw a chance to free himself; to get away from these humans. a rope was tightened around his neck and he was walked out into the corridor as a full trailer pulled away and a new one prepared to take it's place. he did not wait for it pull into place. valtiel ripped himself away from the humans, the sudden movement surprising the man and allowing the young stallion to tear the rope from his hands as he ran. and he didn't stop. valtiel spent nearly two years traveling, fighting other bachelors and finding groups of young studs to huddle with when the cold became too much, but he always moved on. away, putting thousands of miles between himself and human-infested land. he was six years old when he decided to try his hand at a herd- when he decided he was strong enough to keep one. experienced enough. he was wrong. he built up a harem of three mares and kept them or little over a year before they were stolen from him by an older stallion. he was fourteen, big and butch and he laid waste to valtiel, adding his three mares and two little fillies to his own large herd, leaving the single colt dead beside his broken father. valtiel slowly recovered, his broken body became little more than a scarred one, and when he turned eight, valtiel decided to try again. just to find some mares. ❞
• description// lean, ebony, chestnut overo, scarred, 15.2 hands
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• rank// bachelor
• mares// none
• offspring// many
• kin// countless

→ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ Ｊａｃｋ ←

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• name// skeleton jack[jack]
• age// four years of age
• gender// stallion
• breed// mustang/arabian
• disposition// confident, proud, narcissistic, cynical, bold, persistent, overzealous, unsubtle, honest, protective, opinionated
→ ❝ confident. egotistical. vain. these are just a few words that perfectly describe the cocky young stud. he believes he is truly something special, a gift to bless this earth he walks upon, and doesn't understand why everyone else doesn't. he is very loud, opinionated, always speaking up about what he wants or doesn't like and can be very, very demanding. jack is a very passionate stallion- overzealous and unsubtle in presenting emotions and thoughts, wants and needs. saying all of this about him, he is not an unkind stallion- he can be very affectionate and loving, honest and willing to charge recklessly into battle for his herd despite both age and body type. one you get stuck with jack, it's hard to leave him behind. ❞
• past// average
→ ❝ jack has yet to have had much of a history, seeing as he is only four years old. he was born in the wild to a moderately sized herd lead by a cranky old mare and his father. his young life was a very docile one- lost of slow travels and grazing. at a young age of one year old, the colt began to grow into himself, and began to see his own physical appearance as a beautiful one. he became very vain, egotistical, and this lead to the development of his loud, demanding, proud nature that to be honest, many young stallions have. at two years old he left his fathers herd and joined a group of young stallions who were not yet ready to start herds. not that jack intended to amble about lazily boxing with other yearlings until he was five to break off and try his hand at mares- jack instead decided to get himself into trouble. repeatedly. he became and expert in creeping up on lone mares and mares a distance from the their stallions whom where in the later stages of their heat cycles, only to cover them and subsequently run from furious stallions. this is how he discovered his speed outmatched both his desire and skill for battle. still, jack prefers to make a game out of covering mares whilst hanging around other young bachelors, not entirely confident in his ability to keep a herd. ❞
• description// stocky, bay, brown eyes, 15.3 hands
→ ❝ wip. ❞
• rank// bachelor
• mares// none
• offspring// none
• kin// countless