Mountain Mustangs || Horse Role || Open & Accepting

[memichoo]

Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow, Eternity

Flint stepped back as the stallion charged, his hooves only doing a fraction of the damage they would've done. He lifted his front hooves off the damp ground in a rear, striking out with them. The stallion dropped back down, eyeing the light grey stallion, watching for his next move of attack. He snorted, suddenly glad that he had learned to dodge with fast reflexes.

Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: Sumia

Acorn felt the feeling of freedom, pure freedom, as she galloped, the wind rushing through her mane, into her eyes, across her flank. When they reached the waterhole, the mare dug her hooves into the ground and did her best attempt to stop. The damp ground, muddy from the waterhole plus Sumia's joyful splash, resulted in slick mud. The slick mud resulted in Acorn skidding into the water, her eyes alight and a laugh escaping her, the water cooling against her warm flank. She had no idea who won, but who cares?

Spring's Lullaby Song || Spring || Filly || Newborn || Current Appearance || Future Appearance || Tag: Dixie Sundown Dancer, Lightning Dexter

Spring heard her mother's nicker before she continued to quietly converse with the stallion. She snorted, water getting up her nose. It burns! It buuuuurnssssss! The thought flashed through her as she snorted again, scrambling out from water. He coat was dark, and was still dripping. The filly snorted again, head shaking. She began to run, ears flattening against her head in their usual way.

[Irusu]

♛ Шαlʞ Oɳ Ⱦℌℯ Шɨlɗ Sɨɗℯ ♛
♛ Prince ♛ Stallion ♛ 12 years ♛ Loner ♛ Open ♛
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The white stallion made his way through the woods as he headed to the meadow where most of the horses would be during the spring. His ears swiveled backwards as he heard something move in the brush behind him. The stallion quickly turned around and moved quietly towards the noise. Another horse? A predator? Or just a bird? The animal was downwind from him, so he couldn't use his sense of smell to identify it. He crept forward silently, ready to turn and run if a predator was waiting for him.
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☽ S℘ɨrɨϮ Шαrrɨor ☾
☽ Cheveyo ☾ Stallion ☽ 4 years ☾ Loner ☽ Open ☾
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The paint stallion was eating a patch of lush grass in the meadow as he heard an odd noise. He turned around to see what it was and let out a quiet nicker. Cheveyo was confident that he'd be able to outrun any predators that challenged him.
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✩ Шɨsℌ U℘oɳ A SϮαr ✩
✩ Sadie ✩ Mare ✩ 5 years ✩ Loner ✩ Open ✩
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The tall black and white mare stood at a corner of the large meadow and ate some of the plants. Her ears swiveled around as she heard the call of a strange bird. She lifted her head and managed to catch a glimpse of it as it flew away.
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☯ Poωℯr Of Ⱦℌℯ ℳooɲ ☯
☯ Miakoda ☯ Mare ☯ 3 years ☯ Loner ☯ Open ☯
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The mare ran through the woods after she had caught the stale scent of a wolf. It didn't matter if the scent was stale, they could still be lurking nearby. She could still remember the day that she when she was a colt that wandered away from her mother and had been attacked by a wolf. The wolves were very dangerous because the hunted in packs and one pack could easily take down a young horse.
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❤ Mყ HℯαrϮ's Dℯsɨrℯ ❤
❤ Desire ❤ Mare ❤ 10 years ❤ Loner ❤ Open ❤
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The wise paint mare laid in the shade of a tree while keeping alert for any noises that indicated another animal was nearby. Her ears swiveled around as she heard a forest animal climb up a tree. She nibbled on a piece of grass that was growing on the ground near her head.
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[Blumenkranz]

Knight's Spear [Sumia]//13 years//Andalusian Mix//Lone Mare
Panting slightly from their little race, the gray mare walked over to where Acorn was. Smiling she gave the mare a friendly nudge before lowering her muzzle to the water. The cool water soothed her dry throat and quenched her thirst. Once she was done she lifted her head to look at Acorn. "So...who do you think won?" She grinned. She didn't see who won, once she was close to the water all she was thinking about was jumping into the water. She didn't really care if she won or lost, she had fun, so it didn't really matter to her. Hearing a noise, she pricked her ears and looked around. She swore she heard a nicker. It was quiet though, so maybe she was just imagining things. She took a quick look around, her gaze landing on a horse not too far away from the water hole. She watched Cheveyo curiously, she didn't notice them earlier, but she saw them now. She nudged Acorn and pointed to the horse with her muzzle in case she didn't notice Cheveyo. From where they were standing she could not tell if this horse was a mare or a stallion. Should they go say hello? Was this horse friendly?

[memichoo]

Hidden in the Soil || Flint || Bachelor || Five and a Half || Appearance || Coverings:: 0 || Tag:: Willow, Eternity

Flint stepped back as the stallion charged, his hooves only doing a fraction of the damage they would've done. He lifted his front hooves off the damp ground in a rear, striking out with them. The stallion dropped back down, eyeing the light grey stallion, watching for his next move of attack. He snorted, suddenly glad that he had learned to dodge with fast reflexes.

Falling from the Sky || Acorn || Lone Mare || Five ||
Appearance || Heat Stage:: Stage Two || Tag:: Sumia

Acorn nudged Sumia back with a grin before lowering her muzzle, throat a desert from the run and lack of water. Her muscles relaxed in the water as she chugged down the liquid, dipping her muzzle back into the water and splashing Sumia. The mare perked to attention as the older horse pointed out a stranger, one Acorn had been oblivious to. She squinted, trying to see wether it was a mare or stallion. She personally hoped it was a mare, but a stallion was alright since Sumia desperately needed one. She shook her mane, but the hair refused to let o of her neck. "Let's go her, or him." Acorn suggested, making her way to land.

Spring's Lullaby Song || Spring || Filly || Newborn || Current Appearance || Future Appearance || Tag: Dixie Sundown Dancer, Lightning Dexter

Spring heard her mother's nicker before she continued to quietly converse with the stallion. She snorted, water getting up her nose. It burns! It buuuuurnssssss! The thought flashed through her as she snorted again, scrambling out from water. He coat was dark, and was still dripping. The filly snorted again, head shaking. She began to run, ears flattening against her head in their usual way.

[Irusu]

♛ Шαlʞ Oɳ Ⱦℌℯ Шɨlɗ Sɨɗℯ ♛
♛ Prince ♛ Stallion ♛ 12 years ♛ Loner ♛ Open ♛
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The white stallion made his way through the woods as he headed to the meadow where most of the horses would be during the spring. His ears swiveled backwards as he heard something move in the brush behind him. The stallion quickly turned around and moved quietly towards the noise. Another horse? A predator? Or just a bird? The animal was downwind from him, so he couldn't use his sense of smell to identify it. He crept forward silently, ready to turn and run if a predator was waiting for him.
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☽ S℘ɨrɨϮ Шαrrɨor ☾
☽ Cheveyo ☾ Stallion ☽ 4 years ☾ Loner ☽ Acorn and Sumia ☾
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Cheveyo saw two horses that were standing near water. Finally. Some other horses. He sniffed the air but he couldn't tell whether or not they were mares. Sometimes stallions formed temporary groups while they searched for mares. They eventually fought with each other after they found the mares though. The paint stallion approached them cautiously and confidently. His head was held high as he trotted slowly over towards them. Cheveyo didn't want to startle them. He let out a soft nicker to see if they would answer back. The paint stallion could tell that they were mares as he got closer and he called out a friendly greeting.
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({My mares are all open.})

[astro.]

Shakespeare's Tragedy

Nickname; Othello
Heat Stage; N/A
Stallion; None
Foals; A Deadly Romance and A Sniper's Shot
Tags; Open

The dappled Arabian mare slowed to a trot after her short run, the foal being due an day left her breathless. Othello reached her neck around to her left side to scratch an itch on her belly, before snapping up her ears. An urge to hide left her walking to the forest, her head in a neutral position. Othello's belly shuddered with a pang just as the mare reached the forest, and she snorted in suprise. The foal was coming! -fade- -unfade- Othello nickered gently to her newborn twins, a little buckskin dun colt and a small blood bay filly. A Sniper's Shot and A Deadly Romance. Two miraculous foals. Othello nuzzled both, and nudged them to get them to stand up. They had to stand up. Juliet was first, but also first to fall. She had long legs like her mother, but they were thick and strong like her father, making her heavier and not as fast. The colt, on the other hand, had long, spindly legs, and a light, agile body. Combat, which she had decided was A Sniper's Shot's nickname, was next to stand up, and he stayed there, legs spread wide and wobbly. Othello knew she had to get out of the woods, for the smell of foal was sure to draw in predators. As soon as both of her offspring could walk, she led them out of the woods and onto the green grassy hill she had left not too long ago.

Cold-hearted Snake

Nickname; Cobra
Heat Stage; Stage 2
Stallion; None
Foals; None
Tags; Prince

Cobra walked along a trail ((on the other side of the woods as Othello, don't want to bother them)) by the woods, wanting to take a shortcut to the river. Her shoulder brushed a brush and she snapped her ears forward, not wanting predators, or horses for that matter, to hear. A full face full of the scent of stallion filled her nostrils, and she snorted angrily. "Who's there?" She growled, ready to injure however was there if they so much as made a move to snake her, court her, or even flirt with her.

[Irusu]

♛ Шαlʞ Oɳ Ⱦℌℯ Шɨlɗ Sɨɗℯ ♛
♛ Prince ♛ Stallion ♛ 12 years ♛ Loner ♛ Cobra ♛
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The white stallion continued to follow the noise until he had found the source. Prince heard the voice of another horse and pushed through the brush. His blue eyes landed on a pretty red roan mare that was standing in the clearing. She didn't sound very friendly so the stallion made sure to keep a good amount of distance between him and her. ''Hello, there. I'm Walk On The Wild Side, but you can call me Prince.'' He flicked his tail and watched to see the mare's response to his introduction. His plan was to head to the meadow, but she seemed to be heading in the direction of the river. There was a path that was trodden down by animals who had previously made the journey to the river. ''I was planning on heading to the meadow, but I got thirsty. The river sounds better than the meadow right now. Where were you heading? I could accompany you to make sure that you stay safe.
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({My mares are all open.})

[Blumenkranz]

Knight's Spear [Sumia]//13 years//Andalusian Mix//Lone Mare
Sumia nodded and followed Acorn to land. She shook out her damp mane, her gray coat looking darker than it actually was due to playing in the water. She looked to the unfamiliar horse and saw that they were headed their way. She wouldn't mind if they were a stallion or a mare, she would be happy as long as they were friendly. When Cheveyo came closer, she saw that it was a young stallion, a bachelor by the looks at it. She flicked her tail and stood next to Acorn, nickering to the approaching stallion in greeting. He looked nice, and she hoped he was. Some stallions were very pushy and aggressive, but maybe this one was different.

[Irusu]

☽ S℘ɨrɨϮ Шαrrɨor ☾
☽ Cheveyo ☾ Stallion ☽ 4 years ☾ Loner ☽ Acorn and Sumia ☾
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The paint stallion stopped trotting a respectful distance from the two mares. He didn't want them to think that he was being pushy. ''Hello, there.'' He saw that they had just pulled themselves from the water onto the land. ''Did you have a nice swim?'' He flicked his ear. ''I'm Spirit Warrior. You two can call me Cheveyo if you'd like.'' He dug his hoof into the dirt. ''That's what my friends call me.''
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({My mares are all open.})

[astro.]

♛ Шαlʞ Oɳ Ⱦℌℯ Шɨlɗ Sɨɗℯ ♛
♛ Prince ♛ Stallion ♛ 12 years ♛ Loner ♛ Cobra ♛
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The white stallion continued to follow the noise until he had found the source. Prince heard the voice of another horse and pushed through the brush. His blue eyes landed on a pretty red roan mare that was standing in the clearing. She didn't sound very friendly so the stallion made sure to keep a good amount of distance between him and her. ''Hello, there. I'm Walk On The Wild Side, but you can call me Prince.'' He flicked his tail and watched to see the mare's response to his introduction. His plan was to head to the meadow, but she seemed to be heading in the direction of the river. There was a path that was trodden down by animals who had previously made the journey to the river. ''I was planning on heading to the meadow, but I got thirsty. The river sounds better than the meadow right now. Where were you heading? I could accompany you to make sure that you stay safe.
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({My mares are all open.})

Cold-Hearted Snake

Cobra snorted as the stallion introduced himself. "Cold-Hearted Snake. I go by Cobra." She said coldly. "I'm going to the river." Her mother had taught her to be gracious with other horses, and since he hadn't made a move to steal her, she would offer. "Would you like to... Join me?" She said without emotion, glaring at the stallion.


Shakespeare's Tragedy

Othello nuzzled her foals, suprised at the fact that both were healthy. Combat was standing at her side, nursing, while Juliet was bouncing around chasing butterflies. Silly filly. Hopefully she would grow out of that... Othello wasn't sure about the whole first time mother and being mother of twins at the same time. Well, hopefully stallions didn't come along, as the newborns wouldn't be able to run away with her, as she would surely take off. Well, in a few weeks, Combat could, but Juliet was built like her father. Slow and stocky. Tall, but slow. Stocky. Strong, but slow. Well, nothing she could do about it.