Shear Passion (wild horse and romance RP)

[Voltain and Danzante]

Aerial felt faint, but she regained conchusness "Yes i will, and i will be your mate forever too"

[emilyg2014]

Jesse reared up majestically, overcome with joy. He suddenly galloped from the water, and shook himself off. "Would you like to see a place I found the other day?" He asked her softly, with a trace of hope. He didn't want to come so far and then lose the beautiful mare.

[koolkatkoolkat123]

Midnight winced as she heard the snap of a bone

Thowra turned his attention back to Holly and followed keeping pace with her

[Daft Deception]

Kalona tried to get up, but couldnt, the leg was bent in a strange direction, and he was on his side. he tried to get up again, and succeded....but he wasnt able to walk, he flatened his ears at Diablo, as he hobbled backwards away from them.

[breyerlover]

Moonlit felt odly wierd, but she had no clue why.

[DogFancy]

Miami felt like nickering when Thowra left with Holly, and she did, softly, sadly. She lowered her head, her ears and tail drooping.

Kami smiled and nipped at Fye's hip, then turned and galloped away, seeing if he would follow.

[Rɛ∂∂]

Sytaris kept her gaze on the bronc, never shifting, fearing to miss an important detail. Then his crystals were revealed, and it appeared as though they had a spell-binding affect. With the brute's dome cocked to the side, it only seemed to add to his allure. Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat. The vixen found that she had been holding her breath, as if waiting for the dream to end. She percepted his smile, and it appeared to challenge her to trust him. To be swept away in his wave of charm. The dove permited a slight smirk to creep up to her velveteen kissers. And there it stayed. She enjoyed tests, and she wondered at what obstacles this stag might throw at her. Her voids seemed to recognize his want for the first time. But she wasn't so easy of a catch. She was more than what she had let on. It may be confusing, for this masculine to witness how she had at one moment seemed like a foolish, young equine, but now, that would change. She would accept this challenge, but it wouldn't be to trust him. Oh no, it would be much more like a game. One that she was very experienced in. For most of her years, she had played around the edges of the tempting fire of love. She was practiced and well trained in this art, and it was time to strut her stuff, so to speak. Never had its flames consumed her. It was time once again to contend with the amour of the other equines. The essa wondered at what he thought of her. The scars that traced random patterns in her pelt showed of her service on the land. He would soon see how innocent she truly was. What a strange farce she had lead him to believe. She pondered at how easy it may be to provoke this stallion. It would be some show, a small, dainty creature such as herself, tempting the strong beast before her. Sytaris' view did not miss the sign of respect he showed her. A glow seemed to spark to life in her pools. The look was one of amusement. She had certainly let this bronc believe more about her than was true. How undeserving she was of the courtesy being shown. Pricked harks absorbed his lyrics. They were certainly memorable, much like her own in some ways. But much different in others. Where hers was pleasant, his was a sort of eerie, but that didn't seem to perturb her. Actually, it seemed to interest and enthrall her all the more. The effect was intensified by how prolonged it was to just speak that one phrase. His vocals seemed to transform from a sort of spooky tone, to a tantalizing one. After a moment, she actually comprehended what he had articulated. The brute seemed to be taking advantage of his charisma now. Although he had spoken so few words, he had revealed much to her by his accent. His intentions appeared to be those of any claiming stag. That didn't bother her, she accepted that fact. It was reality and most mares were often just hopeless romantics. It was quite flattering though, to be wanted. She had never known what it would feel like and she hadn't expected to be truly desired. Especially by the equine before her. Sytaris knew that she didn't really have a choice of being claimed, and he was obviously of the strongest pysique in the herdlands. But he appeared to want to sway her thoughts the honorable way. His demeanor seemed to hint at that. Her orbs had caught the other mares roaming, and she was sure that he had some sort of dominance over some of them. So the game began. And she assumed that he was skilled at this act too. Maw was ever so slowly parted. The coal black seemed much more captivating by this action. Once more, the dove let that angelic song kiss the air. "Ah, but my noble Lord, what use would my cursing be of to thee? A tool thou will use to charm me?" There seemed to be a sarcastic emphasic on noble. And her speech seemed to be somewhat mocking, but mostly testing. Audits were perked atop her crainia, she was intent on what the brute's response would be. This always seemed to interest her. It entertained her, watching the stags struggle for some witty reply, but failing and ashamed in the end. What this masculine be tripped up by the obstacle she had set out before him? The scheme had most certainly started to unravel. The dice had been thrown and now all that was left was to play the game, and see who would win. The battle hardened dove, or the elusive and much sought out love?

Spit Fire took in her paused reaction to his harmonics, taking them as thought. His attension shifted as his ears swiveled about, listening to the other horses, picking up on the high pitched scream of a mare from the woods. A small frown set down on his brow as he pondered what was causing it, only coming up with one cause, labor. The drake knew all to well to never get near a labored mare or shortly after. Silently he prayed for the poor stallion if he knew not how to handle the next few hours. As he had seen, mothers were more deadly than stallions with each other. Suddenly, as the darlings maw moved, light and attension flooded into his eyes and his harks snapped forwards. He words were dessulting, but for Spit Fire, he would simply push them aside later on. Upon the quiet left by the absence of her vocals, the gypsy vanner let his own peirce the air, filling the void. "Dove, if you are to think I am noble, then I must prove you wrong. Perchance if you knew my cursing would you be willing to confess yours? For if not, then I will be forced to call you something else." Dipping his head down as he spoke he stared at her eyes, flickering his attension between each eye. Very slowly and in a calculated way, the bloke spoke once agian, letting his threatening voice emerge to fill the silent pause. "Spit Fire. The name bestowed to me is Spit Fire." Pulling his crania up to its full hight, Spit Fir looked down on the mare, lashing his tail at his side while kicking up at his underbelly. He watched the mare, transfixed in anticipation. Everything this mare had done so far, had him hooked. And without a doubt, the beauty was playing a game with him. The viril stallion felt like the blood that coursed through him was on fire, spreading lust inside him, burning him from head to hoof. As he waited, his thoughts turned dark and he felt the familiar ach in his loyns. The urge to be closer to the mare, to touch her and have her became the only thought in his mind for the moment as her black form was the only thing that filled his pools. To clear his muddled mind, Spit Fire pulled his head in towards his neck and let out a powerful snort and as he pulled his dome back up, he shook it minimaly. "My lady, take not an offense from this, but the creature infront of my eyes seems too experianced to not know the game of love. To not know when she is being courted. Surely you shall also know then that only a stallion with patience nad cunning would have lasted as long as I without leaping upon your delicate bodice with force." He was stating the somewhat obvious, but the need to say something to her, to vill the voide of no speech overwhelmed him. Spit Fire pawed one of his front daggers into the terra, his equine carcass rippled with the movement, his muscles moving in one elegant swiping movement. Holding still after placing his hoof even on the earth, now torn from his pawing, the beautiful painted gypsy stud locked his eyes on the mare, holding out for her words, her very voice.

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

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[MoonfallTheFox]

Sterling snorted at Lady's apperant lack of desire to be near him, but he respected her wishes and made his way through the leaves and trees to where Elle stood. She was talking to arrow, and the silver stallion pinned his ears at his rival.That Arrow dared to talk to Elle angered the beautiful stud, and he trotted in next to her, eyes flashing.

[Black Rhino]

Fye brayed-neighed and reared,striking the air with his striped legs.The zorse ran forward,nipping Kami's leg playfully.He trotted closer,by her side but not to lose.He didn't want to be pushy.