conquer ; wild horse rp ; accepting

[chase.]

W i l d S p i r i t

The mare lowered her head and nodded slightly signalling that he could speak to her, he was a handsome stallion, yes, but her adoptive brother might not be as easy on him, she stole a quick glance round and looked at him, his ear twitched in his sleep but he remained snoozing.

[foxx,]

⚓ Timid Wyndchime

↳mare||ten||queen of the northern timber||with nocturne and adagio

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A painted mare made her way gracefully towards the Middle Meadows. She was slender in appearance, but do not let that fool you. Wynd was the Queen of the Northern Timber. She was the protector of her lands. A low snort rumbled in her chest as she raised her head. Icy optics narrowed a fraction as she surveyed the meadows. If she were to find mares for her herd, she will have to be wary of the other kings and queen. As well as stallions. Some were not looking to join the big herds and were looking to snake a mare or two for their own little band.

The mare nickered softly, shaking her long mane before trotting on. Wynd warily kept an eye out for other leaders as well as stallions. Keeping on her way, she studied the few horses in the meadow. Studying their builds an which looked like good candidates for her herd. A couple of whinnies and pound of hooves in the distance made the ten year old mare stop and look. It appeared Luna, the Queen of the Southern Frost, was already on the search for members, but encountered a stallion on her way. One of her ears swiveled back as she watched the draft-like mare continue on her way to a blue roan mare after passing by the large black stallion. Shaking her head, she kept her gaze on the stallion a ways away from her. Wynd took note that she would have to be weary of him. Besides, with his thick build, he wouldn't be a successful candidate to join her herd. Also, the queen wouldn't prefer such an unruly stallion in her herd either.

Flicking her tail, she trotted on once more, noticing a red sorrel stallion approaching a golden coated mare. Though the mare's build might have been a preference for her herd, she knew better than to get between the King of the Eastern Scorch and a mare he showed interest in. Turning away, Wynd sped up into a slow lope as she headed towards the creek that split through the meadows. She slowed to a halt on the bank of the creek, lowering her head to take a quick drink.

Her silence was short lived though as the splashing of a young filly downstream could be heard. Raising her head to see who was there, the black and white paint noticed a bay mare and her chestnut paint filly. It took a moment for her to register that there wasn't anyone around but herself and the mare with her foal. Ears swiveled forward in interest as she slowly walked towards them. A soft whiny escaped her muzzle as she greeted them, ears forward and head low. She stopped a respectable distance away from the pair. They sparked her interest, the mare and her filly looked like they would fair well in her region.

[Perfect Polish]

Nocturne/Mare/ Tags; Wynd

The bay mare lifted her head as she spotted another paint mare approach. She nickered softly for Adagio to come closer to her and she adopted a fairly defensive but curious position. Her ears flicked forwards as she studied the mare with her soft dark eyes. After she noticed the mare kept a respectable distance, she relaxed a little and let Adagio continue her playing. She whinnied a hello back to the mare and walked closer, still keeping an eye on the little chestnut and white filly playing.

Adagio/Filly/Tags; Wynd, Nocturne

The paint filly lifted her head from the water and bolted behind her mother at the sound of the stranger. The little filly had had minimal contact with other horses since she was born. She snorted a loud snort as she looked between her mothers front legs at the large stranger in front of her. She could feel her mothers tension but when Nocturne relaxed so did the filly. When her mother told her to go play, she went back to running in the water, and sloshing it up on her, soaking her coat.

[foxx,]

⚓ Timid Wyndchime

↳mare||ten||queen of the northern timber||with nocturne and adagio

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There was noticeable tension in the air. Even with her distanced position from the mother and filly. The mare reared her head up and pinned her ears back, taking a few steps back to give the mare her space. It didn't seem her foal was well socialized just yet either. When the bay colored mare became a bit more relaxed, even encouraging her filly to go back to playing. Wynd was not tense in the slightest, but she didn't want to scare the two off either. When the mare advanced closer and whinnied back a hello, so did the black and white mare walk slowly forward as well. Though the distance was shortened, the queen was only a couple of feet away. My name is Timid Wyndchime. You may call me Wynd if you prefer, the equine nickered in greeting. I saw you and your filly when I was downstream. I am the Queen of the Northern Timber and in search of mares for the herd. I think your daughter and yourself would fair well in the forest. You will have my protection as well as the protection of the herd as more join, if you accept my offer. Wynd lowered her head slightly, glancing at the chestnut painted filly jumping about in the creek. She showed no amusement in what the foal was doing, but was not annoyed either. Frankly, she was indifferent towards youngsters. It was stallions that rather annoyed her, at least the rebellious and incredibly dominant kind that were on the younger side of things.

[tequila.]

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Luna brought herself to a halt and allowing the blue roam mare with the darker coloured face to sniff her, moving her head to the side but still holding it above the mare. Luna quickly scanned the mare infant of her taking in all her features, and coming to the conclusion that this mare would do, to begin her herd. Luna turned her neck beginning to tug on the blue mare's mane, before grooming her mane back gently, subtly trying to assert her position. She hoped the mare wild happily join her herd as the young nakota's build suggest she would hopefully produce strong foals who would survive the eternal winter. Turning her attention away from her thoughts and to the mare, she felt calm and tried to displace that in her body language the last thing she wanted to do was scare the mare away from her. "I am Luna, queen of southern frost." She began, "I wish for you to join my herd, and I hope you will graciously accept my offer." She announced, although the mare had very little choice in the matter of whether she came or not, Luna did not want to make her feel as though her hoof was forced

[Perfect Polish]

Nocturne/Mare/Tags; Wynd and Adagio

The mare, who identified herself as Wynd, seemed to be welcoming, which made Nocturne more comfortable. "I too have a longer name but you can call me Nocturne. I my filly is Adagio." she told the mare. She then listened to the mares proposition of the herd. Nocturne thought to herself about it. 'A herd would provide protection for herself and the foal unlike out here. She wouldn't have to worry about stallions that would be bothersome, and as she had heard from other mares, the forest was a perfect place for a foal to be raised.' the mare continued her thought before answering. "I think I will accept your offer, however, Adagio has not had much contact with other horses and I haven't been in a herd in a long time." she addressed the mare.

Adagio/Filly/Tags; Wynd and Nocturne

Soaked to the bone, the little filly came and laid beside her mother. She was exhausted from playing and let her eyes drift close as she dried of. She listened to her mother talk to the other mare.

[Perfect Polish]

Thunder/Stallion/ Tags; Storm, Luna

The black stallion watched the mare with his younger sister intently. He let out a low snort but did not make advances on the mare. He had promised his sister once she found a herd, he would leave, but he wanted to make sure this mare was be a good queen before he went off on his own. He pawed the ground patiently.

Storm/Mare/Tags; Thunder, Luna

The blue mare looked up at her brothers movements before going back to the mare. She let herself move into a friendly posture and follow the mares movements and groomed at her whithers. "I would be glad to join your herd", she said addressing the older mare with a manor of respect. She let out a soft nicker. "My name is Storm." she added.

[foxx,]

⚓ Timid Wyndchime

↳mare||ten||queen of the northern timber||with nocturne and adagio

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Wynd stood there, watching Nocturne before giving the slightest dip of her head. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nocturne, and your daughter, Adagio, as well as welcoming you to my herd, she replied monotonously. The equine female nickered softly in content as she had successfully added two new additions to her herd. This was a good start for her. Pricking her ears forward, the painted mare looked at the exhausted filly, her coat completely soaked from playing in the water. Her cerulean orbs narrowed a fraction as she watched youngster lay besides her mother. Wynd's gaze returned to the bay mare in front of her. I see. Adagio should be fine though, she looks fairly young. Around a month or two - correct me if I am wrong. I'm sure she will integrate into herd life with ease, besides, the herd is only made of myself and you and your filly at the moment. The kings and queens - myself included - have come to the meadows to invite new mares, and maybe even stallions if they wish so. As I invite more mares in, I'm sure your daughter will gradually adjust, she explained. Before I go invite more mares, I suppose it would be easier for her to get acquainted to my presence first, the black and white mare murmured as she lowered her voice, acknowledging that Adagio was probably trying to rest after wearing herself out playing around.

[kortico]

W i l d S p i r i t

The mare lowered her head and nodded slightly signalling that he could speak to her, he was a handsome stallion, yes, but her adoptive brother might not be as easy on him, she stole a quick glance round and looked at him, his ear twitched in his sleep but he remained snoozing.

crimson prince;king of the eastern scorch.

he watches her with curiosity, with carefulness and a bit of alert. it is always foolish to underestimate a mare, you learn that quickly in life after a few good kicks to the jaw. there seemed to be no sign of aggression from her, however, instead there was quite the respectable a response. well- so far so good, they are not at each other's throats, that has to be important. "Hello, there," he starts with an easy voice, one that belonged to a professional who seemed to know just what he was doing, "They call me Crimson Prince."

[chase.]

W i l d S p i r i t

She stayed still but lifted her head up slightly "My name is WildSpirit, but if you wish you can call me spirit."She didn't introduce her brother and kept quiet about the sleeping stallion behind her so she dared not to turn and look in case he started to wake up.