Reach Into a Storm (Wild Horse RP) Please Join!

[wickedbvnes]

~Oh yus.I get forgetful. I ish a dumb blond >.<~

He tensed again, taking a drink. He still eyed his brother carefully, shifting his hindquarters toward him so he could keep an eye on Whisper.

[s q u i s h y]

((Lol xDD))

Thunder let out a deep sigh, looking down at the other two. He slowly backed up, then turned his head, his body following. "I must be off. See you around, little brother." he grinned, letting out a little neigh before pushing his head down and trotting off, his heavy hoof-teps fading away.

Whisper's ears folded back as the male suddenly ran off. She felt herself relax, taking one last drink of the water. "So he's Storm Herd's leader?" she asked softly. "This is the first time I've ever seen him." she said softly.

[wickedbvnes]

"Gah. And yes, yes he is. Also my big brother." he groaned. "Leaves me the little brother title." he sighed.

[s q u i s h y]

Whisper laughed softly, pressing her wet nose against Solita's shoulder. "I luckily was the only foal my mother had." she grinned, nibbling on the short grass by the river.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Horse name:
Tip
Gender:
Mare
Age:
Five years
Description/Picture:
She's the standard size for a Miyako, being about 14hh at the wither..
Breed:
Miyako Pony
Personality:
Tip is fairly quiet, yet sweet and protective of young foals due to a strong maternal instinct (though she'd probably ever want to raise her own), and is ruled by a nervous, flighty disposition. She is very loyal to those she trusts, but can be quick to change her mind if they show disloyalty to herself or treat her with little respect. She often feels insecure with being alone, but would rather be alone than have to cope with an aggressive herd.
History:
Tip was born on a farm, far, far away. The farm focused on breeding rare horse and pony breeds for show, and joy was brought to the farm's owner when Tip was born. When she was only a few weeks old, her mother and father whom were both Miyakos as well planned to make a hasty escape. They did, quite successfully, along with Tip and a few other female mares of different breeds. Tip's father became the lead stallion of their herd and for two years life was good. When Tip was two years, her mother had a second foal, a colt. The colt was to become the next lead stallion after his father, however after a few weeks of his birth, another stallion came along and challenged Tip's father. After many hours of harassment and fighting, Tip's father was defeated with a broken leg and was exciled. All the young newborns of the herd were brutally attacked and killed by the new stallion and all the yearlings like Tip were driven away.
Since then, Tip has been wandering alone, looking for a herd to call home.
Crush/Mate:
None; Open
Herd:
Storm herd
Other:
Nope

[wickedbvnes]

He smiled, nibbling her mane. "Lucky." he smiled. He flicked his ears, watching a bird.

[wickedbvnes]

He smiled, nibbling her mane. "Lucky." he smiled. He flicked his ears, watching a bird.

[s q u i s h y]

((Accepted! C: Such an interesting History. If only I weren't too lazy to think of things like that xDD ))

Thunder sighed, his gallop slowing down. He was back at the river, just further up, away from the horses he had just met. He gave a soft neigh as water streamed over his hoofs when he stepped into the shallow water. Oh, did it feel good in this heat.

Whisper laughed at their playfullness. She splashed water around with her nose, one hoof now already in the water. Some of the watered managed to fall on the stallion next to her.

[wickedbvnes]

He laughed, splashing her with his large hoof. "Oops." he grinned, getting her soaked.

[The Lost Gremlin]

(Thanks very much <3
Can I start?)