Wild Horse Rp(Accepting.)

[-Luna-]

((Well then I'll make another stally....wait a second))

[-Luna-]

Birth Name: Oak
Age:4
Gender:Male
Breed:Quarter Horse
Band/Rank:Loner
Mares in herd: None, yet
Foals:None, yet
History:Nothing much (Optional)
Personality: Sweet and Kind, gentle at nature. He is gracious and caring
Looks:http://www.horseclicks.com/photos/horses/02/15/4981-1-l.jpg (Picture and description)
Other:Is this better?

[Miss Understood]

(Ok, but everyone rember Flicka is the only one in charge of accepting.)

[-Luna-]

((so accepted?))

[Flicka]

(fine but work on your personality while you rp. I add to my bio because im going to use cb until he dies.)

Crimson snorted and nipped his son harshly, ''Don't be so ornery. Your mother and I need to chat then I will speak with you unless something else comes up.'' he replied whistling into the air.

Comet stuck his tongue out at his brother teasing him for getting in trouble, it served the bully right. The chestnut colt with a white star, white stockings, and a sock trotted happily off after a butterfly.

[-Luna-]

Oak galloped around, looking for mares.

[Miss Understood]

Saphire flicked her tail, "Da** heat." She muttered, her heat sent was still present, she looked up seeing the colts run and play.

Steele grunted and cantered after Comet.

[Flicka]

Crimson neighed lightly and familiarly, gritting his teeth at the scent that enveloped her. ''Sash I think you need a break.'' pausing then flattening his auds out ''from another possibility of twins.'' glanciing at the twins.


Freedom whickered stubbornly flicking her ebony tail against her blue roan quarab hide.

Rain stamped her foot against the earth her coffee and thick tail swaying lightly against her ivory and coffee painted hide as she sighed exhaling calmly.

Gypsy just looked around blankly her pinto painted hide twitched with flies.


occ:wip

[Bueamont]

Rapids

Rapids shook her mane out and decided she'd be a loner if thats what it took. She picked up into a trot, slowly forming a plan in her mind. She would go off by hersellf until she came into heat, which would be any day now, and then come back, shiny, new, and desirable. She smiled at the thought, her spirits lifted, and broke into a canter towards a small stream.

((I like to base my characters off of book characters if that helps? Like rapids I'm modeling after Scarrlett O'Hara in gone with the wind. Maybe he doesnt even have to be dark, just confused as to what he wants. It could create greater depth in your character. Just a bit of (Probably un-wanted) advice. ))

[Delilah Nightingale]

Soldier lipped at the water from the stream. He flicked his tail.