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[Lady_Lycana]

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call// tesla
age// four
height// 15.3 hands
mood// curious
rank// lone mare
heat// stage two
stallion// --
tagged// shura
╚═════════╝Tesla let a loud, high-pitched whinny burst from her rubbery gray lips as the young mare reached up with her front hooves, boxing at the air in excitement. She returned to the ground with a thump, though wasted no time bolting out over the open meadow happily, lightly scented tail flagged up over her spotted back, nostrils flared and dark brown eyes glittering with keen curiosity. She had just be released from the ranch she'd been born on, and was more than ecstatic to explore her new world without the watchful eyes of the strange humans always on her. She had the long, agile legs of her Thoroughbred mother, and they carried her swiftly over the rich green earth. It felt like a lifetime before Tesla finally slowed to a stop, her side rising and falling rapidly, pretty appaloosa coat covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the exercise. A second loud nicker escaped her, hoping another horse would be nearby; she didn't quite favor being alone. She'd heard plenty of stories about the feral horses and what it was like to be in a herd, and Tesla was more than ready to see what that was like, ready to be in a herd of other mares with some strong, handsome stallion protecting them and foals bouncing around and playing. It would be so much more fun than lazing around a pasture all day with a bunch of boring old mares and geldings, listening to the stallions in the next paddock over screaming in protest because of all the in heat mares so nearby. She wanted some fun, some excitement! Eventually, the sight of another equine caught her eye; a large black and white creature with a long tail. It was a stallion, she could tell, and Tesla sped back up into a swift gallop, swinging her body around so her side faced the the stallion and skidded to a stop nearby. The young spotted mare picked up her front end, kicking out at empty air as a loud, booming call escaped her muzzle, asking for the stallions' attention.

Shura

Shura heard a loud neigh from somewhere close. His eyes rested on a young mare. He came to a stop and reared up, swinging his large heavy hooves. He snorted and neighed to her. The stud was quite interested in her. This was the first mare that had made contact with him. He decided to show off the power of the clydesdale and bucked, kicking the air

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call// poet
age// seven
height// 15.1 hands
mood// expectant
rank// bachelor
herd// --
coverings// --
tagged// --
╚═════════╝There was nothing to be heard but the pounding of hooves and heavy, ragged breaths as a ghostly Arabian stud seemingly flew down the steep hill separating him from the valley, and the horses it contained. His long, wispy, snow white tail was flagged proudly up over his scarless back. Clumps of grass and damp soil flew away from his skidding hooves as the young stallion slid to a swift stop, a loud, booming squeal fleeing from his velvet muzzle as he flung the front half of his body into the air, boxing forward with tan and gray hooves, making nothing less than a bold entrance, making sure his presence was known to the valley. He was an Arabian after all- he was proud, he wanted all eyes to be on him, for he was the greatest stud around! Landing back on all four hooves with a light thud the ghostly stallion struck his front legs forward, moving back into an up-beat trot, dished face held high and ears standing alert atop his regal head. His long, soft white tail whipped against his hips, nostrils flared as he took in a the scents around him, a loud, booming nicker fleeing his muzzle. It had been a long time since Poet had been around other horses, and he wondered how the new horses here would receive him. He hoped he would be able to start a herd- though he was still quite young, so perhaps he would find an older stallion to follow for a while, until he was able to better keep a band of mares. Being and Arabian, he wasn't as large and muscular as some of the mustangs or heavier breeds, but he was fast and light of his feet, giving him a fair fighting chance, since the heavier horses were slower moving; able to pose stronger attacks, but fewer of them, while Poet could get in lots of small, fast ones, and he could hopefully tire out any larger horses. Of course, none of that would matter for a couple years, until he was more experienced and older, but that wouldn't stop Poet from trying to start a herd.

Tsuki

Tsuki let out a neigh after spotting a ghost like arabian stallion. This one caught her interest. he was fast and strong despite his frame. She pawed the ground and whinnied

[Nevriande]

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-- i think i need new horses...--

[chemical.]

I should probably just remake this if anyone actually wants to continue this.

[iceland.]

Yeah I would join.

[DuckyLorenzo]

I thought the 'remake' was our current mustang roleplay we're [mostly] all in?

[Lady_Lycana]

I will join. I just have to find my forms)

[chemical.]

No that's a totally different rp haha.

I can remake this one though & make it just a usual wild horse rp.

[Deletingaccount]

I should probably just remake this if anyone actually wants to continue this.

--doesn't bother me chemical, i'll just make newbies --