Feral Spirits- Wild Horse RP *OPEN and ACCEPTING*

[Calixta]

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We are free on the surface...

Feral mustangs have resided in the peaceful mountain range of Silva for centuries. It was governed by a mighty herd, the largest band in Silva. Horses would watch in awe as dozens of mustangs strode over the plains, with their noble leader in tow. Rye, the herd's bandstallion, was thought to be the greatest leader of all of Silva. He ruled the mountain range justly, and created many rules to protect all of the horses of Silva. He taught these laws to his three eldest sons, so that one day, one of them would rule the herd after his passing. Eventually, Rye grew very ill. The herd became panicked, unsure of who would become the new bandstallion. In dying breaths, Rye uttered the name of the horse who would assume leadership. The word was a mere whisper, and he died before he finished his declaration. The herd was forced to chose their new ruler.

...but division lies over the horizon

However, the three sons did not believe in their father's laws. They made their own rules, and each gained followers. The lead mare of the herd tried to convince her herd to stay, but only a few would listen. The herd was soon divided. The eldest, Sun, drove his brothers out of the plains. Cliff, the second eldest, was forced into the mountains. The third, Pine, marked his territory in the forest. Three herds immerged, giving birth to many years of war. Silva was broken into three territories, in which lower bands followed the laws of their territory. The herds ruled them, and if a horse of another territory crossed their path, they would be killed.

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[Calixta]

----------MUST READ----------

All of Tess's rules apply.
Keep in mind that this is a semi-realistic horse roleplay. Situations and characters must be realistic.

- All characters are feral mustangs. I understand there are difficulties finding a wild mustang / mustang image without copyright issues, but make sure that your image looks somewhat like a mustang.

- No unrealistic coat colors or names. For example, a wild horse probably wouldn't know what a soda is, so don't name your horse Soda. (Unique and human names accepted.)

- Your characters must have realistic ages. 1-2 year old horses do not look like full-grown adults. Fillies and colts are from ages 1-4. Adults range from 5-20. Older adults are in their 30's, however some can live to 40.

- No Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues. Please include personality traits, including positive and negative characteristics.

- Horse herds are protected by a bandstallion. He is usually the only stallion in the herd, however, his sons may be exceptions. For roleplay purposes, there may be more stallions, however the number of mares must exceed the number of stallions. Colts do not apply.

- The lead mare decides the migration patterns of the herd. She is usually the oldest mare in the band, so lead mares must be 10 years or older.

- Bachelor stallions are lone stallions (or stallions in bachelor bands) who do not have their own band. They may live alongside herds. They usually try to convince mares to join their band.

- The three herds are the major bands of Silva. However, there are many smaller bands. If you want to create a band, you are allowed to.

- You are only allowed to have one lead mare OR bandstallion. The only exception is having a leader of a bachelor band.

- There is no current limit on the amount of characters you may have. However, you must use all of them.

- LGBTQ+ characters are always supported and welcomed! Your character may be of any sexuality and gender identity

[Calixta]

Drylands Territory
The Drylands Territory is ruled by Sun Herd. The area is barren desert between mountains. Conditions are brutal with little cover to hide from predators, scorching temperatures, and dry grass. However, there are plentiful lakes and herbs. Drylands horses follow a rough mentality. They believe in a strict pecking order, with the lowest ranked horses being picked on. The bandstallions have much more control over the herd than the lead mare.

Sun Herd

Bandstallion-Niyebe-11-Fluffy Kitty Cat
Lead Mare-Starling-29-Nugget18
Mares
Aster-7-LimaBean
Diaz-8-TheMotleyCrew
Stallions
Foals


Bachelor Stallions

Menace-3-EisHawk
Name-Age-Username


Lone Horses

Tansy-27-FluffyKittyCat
Name-Age-Username

Ridgelands Territory
The Ridgelands Territory is ruled by Cliff Herd. The horses roam steep hills and pine forests atop mountains. Food and water is harder to find, but conditions and cooler and predators are scarce. Bands are lead by tough lead mares, who make almost every decision for their herd. Herd members are well disciplined, but seemingly being controlled.

Cliff Herd

Bandstallion-Blackthorn-Age- -Blackthorn-
Lead Mare-Quetzal-27-EisHawk
Mares
Breeze-15-LimaBean
Venus-6-FluffyKittyCat
Kipitaki-6-Nugget18
Stallions
Foals


Bachelor Stallions

Nightshade-4-LimaBean
Fuzz-7-FluffyKittyCat
King-12-TheMotleyCrew
Name-Age-Username


Lone Horses

Name-Age-Username

Woodlands Territory
The Woodlands Territory is ruled by Pine Herd. Conditions seem ideal on the surface, but forest horses seem to have many struggles. It is hard to find clearings in the dense woods, and it is difficult to navigate. Bands usually stay on the forest outskirts, but predators easily stalk them. They also may be caught in Drylands territory, which causes them even more trouble. Rules are loose in Woodlands bands, but anarchy soon grows out of hand.

Pine Herd

Bandstallion-Ponderosa-18-LimaBean
Lead Mare-Scarlet-13-TheMotleyCrew
Mares
Chenoa-5-FluffyKittyCat
Stallions
Vulture-17-EisHawk
Foals


Bachelor Stallions

Basil-9-Nugget18
Name-Age-Username


Lone Horses

Name-Age-Username

*Discussion Thread*

[Calixta]

The Roleplay Has Started

We have enough members to start the roleplay. However, new members can join at any time! Visit the discussion thread here to make characters after reading the plot and rules.

[Calixta]

Ｐｏｎｄｅｒｏｓａ

ѕтαllιoɴ / 18 yeαrѕ / woodlαɴdѕ / pιɴe нerd вαɴdѕтαllιoɴ / тαɢѕ;; ɴoɴe

Ponderosa nervously sniffed the air as the cool morning breeze swept through his mane. His body shivered anxiously. The stallion glanced down at his herd, grazing at the forest edge. He was perched on a hill, overlooking the vast drylands. Although it worried him, Ponderosa wasn't nervous about being near Sun Herd's territory. Something else was bothering him. The herd was to migrate to the great lake, which was one of their only water sources. The other bodies of water that Ponderosa knew of required a few days journey. However, the great lake was at the edge of the ridgelands territory, bordering the drylands. The stallion knew that the herds would run into each other, for it happened every time Pine Herd arrived at the great lake.

Ｂｒｅｅｚｅ

мαre / 15 yeαrѕ / rιdɢelαɴdѕ / clιғғ нerd мαre / тαɢѕ;; ɴoɴe

Breeze blinked open her eyes, taking in the light from the rising sun. She had woken up late again. She was always afraid that something would attack her in her sleep, causing her to stay up later than most of the other horses. When she didn't see her herd, Breeze glanced around wildly. Her heart raced, What if they migrated and left me here? Soon, she saw them grazing on a lower part of the mountain. Breeze sighed in relief. She trotted over and joined them. She felt safe in the company of others, but she never spoke to her herd unless they started the conversation. She was scared of almost everything, especially talking to others.

Ａｓｔｅｒ

мαre / 7 yeαrѕ / drylαɴdѕ / ѕυɴ нerd мαre / тαɢѕ;; ɴoɴe

Aster galloped through the thick, golden grass of the drylands. She breathed in the fresh air that blew onto her face. This was one of the few times she felt free. Free of responsibilities and her herd. She glanced at sun herd lazily grazing behind her. She snorted in amusement, questioning why she even joined the herd in the first place. Oh right, I had to, she thought in annoyance. Her father had died, and she and her mother had nowhere to go. Aster had always told herself she was weak, and that was why she couldn't take care of her old mother on her own. Now that she was dead, Aster had no reason to rely on the herd. She mostly did what she pleased until the bandstallion or lead mare yelled at her for no reason.

Ｎｉｇｈｔｓｈａｄｅ

colт / 4 yeαrѕ / rιdɢelαɴdѕ / вαcнelor / тαɢѕ;; ɴoɴe

Nightshade calmly grazed near a group of ridgeland bachelor stallions. They were near Cliff Herd, who didn't seem to care that they were there. Usually, the bachelors would be chased out if they were caught talking with a Cliff Herd horse. Nightshade didn't see what the big deal was, so he often wandered into the herd's territory just to annoy them. It was one of his favorite activities when he was bored, which he was. Deciding that he had nothing better to do, Nightshade trotted over to the herd.

[rose petals.]

𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜.
|mare|cliff herd|6|tags;; breeze

Venus scoffed, look who finally showed up. “glad you could join us, Breeze.”

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚊.
|mare|pine herd|5|tags;;open

Chenoa grazed, loving the feeling of a breeze in her warm chestnut fur. She couldn’t wait to travel, especially since they could possibly come across other herds. Though it was wrong, she yearned for drama and the thrill of the fight.

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚢.
|mare|dry lands|27|tags;; none

It’s hard vein all alone. The mare thought, her mouth dry. She had been dodging the tyrannical Sun Herd for weeks, and she was afraid that even if she stopped for a moment they would find her. It was ironic actually, that she so desperately wanted a herd but tried so hard to avoid this one. She huddled against a rock face, taking in just a few moments of shade before the aging mare would set out again.

𝙽𝚒𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚎.
|band stallion|sun herd|12|tags;;open

Niyebe stride around his herd, inspecting each member. If even one thing was out of line he would chastise them. He had a thirst in his blood, a hunger, for war, for fighting. “we travel to the border, to the pine herd’s lake.” he announced.

𝙵𝚞𝚣𝚣.
|stallion|ridgelands|7|tags;; none

Fuzz ate some grass.

[EisHawk]

|~|Form|~|Stallion|~|3yrs+8mths|~|
|~|Drylands|~|Bachelor|~|Black Overo|~|Tags: Open|~|

The stallion stood in a small clearing of dry grasses, his head lowered as he tried to scavenge for any food. The young stallion’s ears flickered slowly, listening in for any danger. Menace’s ribs were quite noticeable under his pelt, and it was obvious the young stallion was malnourished. His black coat was dull, and his mouth was cracked and dry.

|~|Form|~|Mare|~|27yrs+11mths|~|
|~|Ridgelands|~|Cliff Herd Lead Mare|~|Dark Bay with White Splotches|~|Tags: Breeze|~|

Quetzal scowled, Breeze should have stayed close to the herd. She walked over to the Mare, her ears lowered, and her eyes narrowed. “Breeze, where have you been? What if a predator got to you?”, she snapped, her dark brown tail flowing freely in the wind.

|~|Form|~|Stallion|~|17yrs+4mths|~|
|~|Wood Lands|~|Pine Herd Stallion|~|Blue Roan, Cold Eyes|~|Tags: Mentions Ponderosa|~|

Vulture’s dark, cold haze swept over the herd. The cold stallion snorted, turning to look for any danger. The stallion took a deep breath before his gaze flickered towards Ponderosa. He examined the Bandstallion, Was he weaken at this Moment? Vulture felt he could easily overtake Ponderosa but decided against it ever time. He told himself it was because he was waiting for the stallion to be weak, but sometimes he pondered if he was really lying to himself.

[Calixta]

Ｐｏｎｄｅｒｏｓａ

ѕтαllιoɴ / 18 yeαrѕ / woodlαɴdѕ / pιɴe нerd вαɴdѕтαllιoɴ / тαɢѕ;; ѕcαrleт, vυlтυre

Ponderosa cantered down the hill, dodging horses as he strode up to the lead mare. “Scarlet,” he addressed her with a nicker, “I’ve scoured the area and there are no signs of danger. It’s safe to lead the herd to the lake.” He bowed his head respectfully. Ponderosa spotted a stallion looking at him in the corner of his eye. He glanced in the stallion’s direction and whinnied a greeting. Then, he walked over to him. “The Herd is migrating soon. Vulture, could you join me in the back of the herd? We need as much protection as possible, as we will be passing ridgeland and dryland territory.” He kept a hard gaze on the stallion. There always seemed to be tension between the two stallions. Ponderosa didn’t trust Vulture.

Ｂｒｅｅｚｅ

мαre / 15 yeαrѕ / rιdɢelαɴdѕ / clιғғ нerd мαre / тαɢѕ;; veɴυѕ, qυeтzαl

Breeze glanced between the two mares, nostrils flaring. “I um....I...” Her eyes widened in fear, unsure what to do with the lead mare staring at her. “I slept in late, I’m sorry!” She blurted. What if a predator had gotten her? She replayed the mare’s words in her mind nervously. “I didn’t mean to stray away from the herd...I just....didn’t wake up in time. It won’t happen again I promise.” She glanced between Quetzal and Venus.

Ａｓｔｅｒ

мαre / 7 yeαrѕ / drylαɴdѕ / ѕυɴ нerd мαre / тαɢѕ;; ɴιyeвe

Aster ran up to the bandstallion and jolted to a stop, sending a gust of wind into his face. She whipped her mane back and snorted. “Why do we have to go to pine herd’s territory? Can’t we go to a lake in our own territory?” She challenged. Aster always had a bad attitude, and she especially loved to take it out on the bandstallion. She hated him. He didn’t lead his herd, he terrorized it. Horses had to do exactly what he wanted all the time. If she was being honest, she wasn’t very good at navigation. She didn’t know if there was a dryland lake nearby, but she wanted to anger the bandstallion anyway.

Ｎｉｇｈｔｓｈａｄｅ

colт / 4 yeαrѕ / rιdɢelαɴdѕ / вαcнelor / тαɢѕ;; ɴoɴe

Nightshade pranced into cliff herd, somehow undetected for the time being. He spotted the lead mare talking to a group of mares, which is probably why no one had noticed him walk into their territory.