♘ Sanctuary (Wild Horse RP) Open and Accepting!

[Tornassuk]

Pepper | Mare | Arabian | 6 Years | Riff's Herd | Heat Stage: 1 |
Tags: Riff, Ohanzee, Taylor
Pepper shied away slightly when Ohanzee pinned her ears, fearing the mare was going to hurt her or drive her off. Then a second later Ohanzee stopped pinning her ears and her features became more relaxed, which in turn allowed Pepper to relax a bit more. She spoke nicely enough to Pepper. Perhaps she could form a friendship with the mare. Pepper was going to speak again when Riff started grooming Ohanzee. Pepper backed away from the pair, not wanting to be rude or annoying, she turned to instead talk to Taylor, only to be met with bared teeth and a swinging hoof. Pepper spun around on her hind legs and quickly darted away from the mare, not stopping till she had a good 10 yards between them. Pepper turned around to look back at the mare, wandering if the mare would chase her. The roan mare, Ohanzee went over to Taylor to correct her. Pepper felt a little relaxed by that, at least it didn't seem like Ohanzee also wanted her gone, but she was still nervous. Pepper snorted and lowered her head to eat the grass, watching the mare carefully. What's wrong with that mare? Seems to be a little problem child, probably the reason the herd was fighting earlier. Was she always going to be like that? She hoped not.
Pepper was inclined to follow Ohanzee when the mare walked away, and she wanted to move back into the herd, but she didn't want to go near that Taylor, so she stayed to the outside to graze, only taking a few steps towards Ohanzee when she got a little too far for Pepper's comfort.

[-Floflo le floo-]

|| - A M A D E U S - ||

|| Male/ Stallion || Loner || 8 years old ||Looks:Click || Crush: None right now || Tags: Cricket ||

He looked over the field and seemed to stare at something. It was a small baby deer. It seemed to be lost. ''Sure.'' He replied looking back at the mare. ''I see a baby deer. It will probably die since it's lost and it's pouring with rain. And it's also quite cold.'' He said and let out a small sigh.

|| - A N G E L - ||

|| Female/ Mare || Loner || 7 years old || Looks: Click || Crush: None for now || Tags: Jericho||

The mare didn't know weather or not to accept his offer. He did look quite straight forward. She stood still for a moment and then looked away scanning her surroundings. She let out a sigh and pawed the ground. ''Well... Su-'' She paused. She soon saw the butterfly she was chasing earlier fly past them. She then suddenly got very excited and begun chasing it. ''Sorry- i can't help it! I want it!'' She said and ran after it as fast as she could. The butterfly was completely white with a few pink splatters on it's wings. Angel tried to catch it so many times- she wouldn't give up until she got the butterfly.

|| ~ M A R K ~ ||

|| Stallion/ Male || Loner || 9 years old || Looks: Click || Crush: None for now || Tags: Candy||

''Nice name.'' He said with a much happier tone. ''I'm Mark. It's nice to meet you. And thank you for the help by the way. I appreciate it.'' He said sweetly as he begun looking for the weird flower into a bush. He looked well through the bush, making sure he didn't miss anything. It took him a few minutes, but after that he moved on to the next bush. He kept looking through different bushes for the flower, hoping that he would find one soon. His wound begun to sting. Although he was able to walk perfectly fine, he walked slowly because of the pain.

|| - E L E C T R A - ||

|| Female/ Mare || Loner || 6 years old || Looks: Click || Crush: None for now || Tags: OPEN ||

The female walked around and slowly scanned her surroundings. She stood alert in case of any
dangers and snorted. She decided to graze a little, so she did. She ate the grass and after she filled up her
tummy a little, she slowly lifted her head up looking at a herd quite far away- she could only see their silhouettes.
Electra then turned around, and went back to grazing calmly.

[eleutheromaniac.]

◤ Clashing of Thunder ◥

~Thunder~tagged;Merlot & friends~
◣~heat;(3)~mare~age;13◢

After watching the dog run around for a while, I continue on my journey of nothingness. I trot through the terrain at a good, even pace, trying to think positively. In all honesty, I don't feel so hopeless right now. Something about that dog gave me enough energy and excitement to carry on with my day. I neigh again, wondering if there is even a point to calling out into the crisp air. Then I see it. Three horses. I slow my pace, collecting my thoughts. It seems to be a stallion and a mare with a foal. They seem to be at ease, and I get a good vibe from the trio. I walk towards them slowly, my ears pricked in their direction. I whinny to the stallion. He seems strong but younger than myself, which doesn't bother me. I take note of the mares stance, and make sure not to get too close to her foal. I keep a safe distance away from the stallion, even though every bone in my body urges me to run to them.

ϟGuardian of Hell's Gatesϟ

Cerberus~tagged; Inez,Salem,Ivy~
ϟ~coverings;0~stallion~age;15ϟ

The younger mare is the least of my worries at the moment. I know I can easily chase her down and overpower her, but I also doubt she'll go. I stop moving and glance at the mother, noticing her uneasy state. Here we go again. Mares and their foals, jesus. From the way she is acting I assume it is a colt, but then again, she'd probably be this protective if it was a filly too. I weigh my options in my mind. I could try to kill the colt, but I'd likely lose the mare. I could always drive him off later and keep the mare, but I don't want a foal that isn't from my blood. The mare is more important. I snort again, frustrated. I whinny back to her, again in a slightly forceful tone. This one is softer though, but still beckoning her to come closer. My stubbornness and my ego refuse for me to go to her. I'll just have to wait for her to come to me.

┌ Sweet Like Candy ┐

~Candy~tagged;Mark~age;12
└~in heat;(3)~mare~┘

Mark. What a nice name he has. I turn and check some of the other bushes, peeking my head into each one. The twigs scrape at my face, but I don't mind much. After all, I'm not the one with the wolf bite. The poor stallion, having such a nasty bite like that. I begin to look a little quicker, not wanting Mark to be in any more pain. I catch no sign of the strange flower he told me about, but continue to look. Bush by bush I go, but still no sign of it.

[-Floflo le floo-]

|| ~ M A R K ~ ||

|| Stallion/ Male || Loner || 9 years old || Looks: Click || Crush: None for now || Tags: Candy||

He looked through almost all bushes. Almost all... But one. It was a bush with quite few leaves on it. It did look like it was slowly dying for some reason- though it didn't hurt to look. He slowly walked over to it and begun searching through it. As he did so, he found it. It was right at the bottom though. It took him a few minutes to get it, but he finally got it. ''Found it.'' He said, now walking up to the mare, carrying the strange flower.

[lovestruck]

Ivy
-Mare • -10 years • -With foal, Salem, stage 3 heat • -Lone mare • -tags; Salem,Inez,Cerberus
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The black mare approached again- she could tell this stallion wasn't playing around. If she didn't submit to him he'd probably make her join his herd. She slowly approached him, and leaned out her muzzle to exchange scents. Although she didn't show it, Ivy was scared. Wasn't it bad to have a stallion that scared you? Plus- she wouldn't be surprised if the seemingly aggressive stallion harmed her colt. If he drove him out come time she would t mind much- but otherwise, and she would be very mad at him.

Salem
-Colt • -3 months old •- no mares, too young • -tags; Inez,Cerberus,Ivy
_________________________________________________ Salem stayed back as his mother approached, still very scared of this stallion. He'd heard stories of colts being killed by stallions in the wild, and the poor little pinto was scared. Salem watched as his dam greeted the stallion and neared him. Why would she do that? He was so scary. Maybe she's scared of him and that's why she'd submitting, he thought. The little pinto watched the stallion and his dam carefully- learning how to gain mares for when he was older.




Jericho
-stallion • -14 years old • -bachelor • tags; Mark,Candy
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Jericho snorted. This mare was too strange. She was a mare, yes, and could add to his herd but it just wasn't worth it. She was insane. He knew her story didn't make sense. The poor thing probably had brain damage. He pinned his ears, showing her he was mad and didn't want to be near her before trotting off across the field, leaving her far behind. That mare was insane, he thought. The bay stallion soon came upon a beautiful lake, where there were sure to be some horses drinking. He was a good age, and there must be some young stallions nearby he could steal mares from- or lone mares.
Soon enough he spotted a stallion who looked around his age- most likely younger and a mare. She was inquisitive and interested in the other stallion and he could smell she was in heat. Knowing he'd gain favor of the mare, being older and stronger, he approached and let out a whinnie to the mare. He stared down the stallion and pinned his ears, stomping a hoof- if he didn't leave they'd fight, and Nericho would most definitely win. He'd make sure of it.



Dove
- mare • - 4 years old • - no foals, stage 4 heat • - no stallion • -tags; Washington
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Dove responded quickly and eagerly, "Yes, of course!" She stepped a bit closer to the dark stallion eagerly. The grey pinto mare had found a stallion- and was very happy about it. She stood next to him and nickered."Of course I'd be happy with such a strong stallion." He really was strong- and would be able to protect her for sure. He was at least five years older than her, she guessed. Not too old but not too young. Just right.

[-Floflo le floo-]

|| ~ M A R K ~ ||

|| Stallion/ Male || Loner || 9 years old || Looks: Click || Crush: None for now || Tags: Candy||

The stallion saw another male approach. He snorted and pawed the ground. He knew what he wanted.
Mark simply put his flower down and looked up at the stallion. He stood with his head high and into a very straight
and majestic looking position. ''You're lucky i'm not in the shape of fighting. Or else you would've regretted this dearly.''
He said and let out another snort. ''You might think you're tougher, but just because you're older and bigger doesn't
mean that you really are much stronger than i am.'' He added. He then relaxed his position and picked up the flower
with his mouth again, and looked at Candy. ''Thank you very much for the help Candy. I really appreciated it.'' He said
sweetly, and begun walking off slowly.

[lovestruck]

Ivy
-Mare • -10 years • -With foal, Salem, stage 3 heat • -Lone mare • -tags; Salem,Inez,Cerberus
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The black mare approached again- she could tell this stallion wasn't playing around. If she didn't submit to him he'd probably make her join his herd. She slowly approached him, and leaned out her muzzle to exchange scents. Although she didn't show it, Ivy was scared. Wasn't it bad to have a stallion that scared you? Plus- she wouldn't be surprised if the seemingly aggressive stallion harmed her colt. If he drove him out come time she would t mind much- but otherwise, and she would be very mad at him.

Salem
-Colt • -3 months old •- no mares, too young • -tags; Inez,Cerberus,Ivy
_________________________________________________ Salem stayed back as his mother approached, still very scared of this stallion. He'd heard stories of colts being killed by stallions in the wild, and the poor little pinto was scared. Salem watched as his dam greeted the stallion and neared him. Why would she do that? He was so scary. Maybe she's scared of him and that's why she'd submitting, he thought. The little pinto watched the stallion and his dam carefully- learning how to gain mares for when he was older.




Jericho
-stallion • -14 years old • -bachelor • tags; Mark,Candy
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Jericho snorted at the stallion's last comment. He would have won? Right. Jericho had four years at least on the stallion and would have won easily, even if he was slow. I then turned my attention to the mare. "Hello there- I'm Jericho. Sorry about that. I just didn't want a mare as beautiful as you to be hurt by a predator when you had an injured stallion." He paused and continued," I couldnt help but notice your beautiful coat among the brush and decided I'd see what was going on. When I saw an injured stallion trying to take you- I knew I needed to save you from such!" The bay stallion observed the tovero mare. She was beautiful- that was for sure. Her next move would determine his- and so on. He wasn't in a good mood because of the mental mare he'd been trying to claim before, and wouldn't stop untill he claimed this one as his own.



Dove
- mare • - 4 years old • - no foals, stage 4 heat • - no stallion • -tags; Washington
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Dove responded quickly and eagerly, "Yes, of course!" She stepped a bit closer to the dark stallion eagerly. The grey pinto mare had found a stallion- and was very happy about it. She stood next to him and nickered."Of course I'd be happy with such a strong stallion." He really was strong- and would be able to protect her for sure. He was at least five years older than her, she guessed. Not too old but not too young. Just right.

[Tornassuk]

Hera | Mare | Friesian | 2 Years | Herdless/Unclaimed | Heat Stage: 2 |
Tags: Silence

Hera grazed underneath an oak tree's shade, swishing her black and red tail to shoo away the flies landing on her. The mare kept flashing back to the events that happened a few days ago, when the human's disappeared. Being tied up to a trailer. Straining to break free from her halter. The menacing growls of starving dogs.
Hera still had her long, plush winter coat. The fur around her armpits were matted with the sweat she accumulated from running so much. Normally her human would brush it out with a metal curry comb, but she wasn't here anymore. The matted fur annoyed her, it pinched her skin, but she could do nothing. All she could hope for was the possibility that another horse could groom them out, and if that didn't work, she'd simply have to wait till she shed her winter coat and ignore it for now.
Hera's ears flicked forward and she paused her grazing. She could have sworn she heard something, but it was so quiet, too quiet to know what it was. She didn't hear anything else. Maybe it was nothing,but Hera was curious. She wanted to know for sure if she did hear something, and where that sound came from. Besides, what'd she have to lose by taking a little walk?
Hera moved away from the tree, in the direction of the noise at a trot. She thought about calling out into the wind, see if she would get a response, but she decided against it. Maybe it was something dangerous, she didn't want to signal her position to a potential predator. She wasn't the fastest runner, and she was all alone.
Hera crested over several hills before finally, she spotted what she assumed was the source of the noise. A blue roan stallion struggling to climb up an adjacent hill. He really didn't look too good. Hera whinnied to the stallion before loping over to the horse. She stopped just a couple feet away from the stallion. She lowered her head slightly and nickered, "Hey, you okay?"

Fable | Mare | Arabian | 10 Years | Herdless/Unclaimed | Heat Stage: 2 |
Tags: Open/None

Fable trotted over a nice big field of grass, tail raised and head held high. Her bay coat was so shiny underneath the sun. Fable has been so happy since she escaped her barn, she was no longer trapped in that horrid stall. Now, she has all the space in the world, and all the grass. Look at all this grass! She's never seen so much grass in one place. Fable stopped and sniffed the air, raising her upper lip to help. She could smell a lake not too far away, she'll head over there for a drink soon, and hey, maybe she'll even find some other horses. But first, she was going to go eat this wonderful lush patch of grass she just spotted.

[brindle.]

taylor looked down, "sorry- i just... ugh-" she paused. following Ohanzee. if she was going to trust anyone, it would be that mare. She trotted after her, not looking behind for Pepper or Riff. She didnt have to like pepper, she could always just act.

[Albino_]

Texas Rose > mare > 8 years > lone mare > heat stage; 3 > tags; Morning Glory and Merlot

Texes Rose sighed in content as she started grooming her stallion back. Texas Rose kept up the grooming as she used her teeth to itch his withers. Texas Rose swished her heat scented tail, she then perked her ears as she then lifted her head. The mare had the stallions hair hanging from her mouth from grooming his withers

Morning Glory > mare > 6 months > Merlot's Herd > heat stage; 0 > tags; Texas Rose and Merlot

Morning Glory started to nurse as her mother and the stallion groomed each other. Morning Glory then finished as she load down to take a snooze. Her ears relaxed, just then she darted up after hearing another horses winny.