Battle of the Lands | Literate Wild Horse RP |

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((*superflyingtacklehugs/glomps Shameh* CAN I JOIN AFTER SCHOOL TODAY? 8D *ends caps abuse*))

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((YUSH!!! 8D))

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Full Name: Ivy
Nickname:Ives... Or Ivy. It is a rather short name :3
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years old
Band or Loner: Loner, but would like to join a band
Rank in said band:..
Foals: none
Personality: She is a fiesty, quick-tempered and snappy filly... You surely wouldn't want to spark her rage at any time.. She ahtes being teased, or mocked; if she is, she will either retort back sharply, or plant a hoof on your frame. She is spirited, and caring, though, for those she loves, and can be extremely flirty at times.
Small Tad of history: Nothing much. She just left her band and wandered aimlessly till she got here.
Looks: A brilliant, reddish bay coloured mare with a white blaze and deep choocolate coloured eyes. She has three socks and a stocking, on her right hind leg.

Full Name: Midnight Star
Nickname: Mid
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7
Bachelor or Band Leader: Band Leader
Foals: None yet.
Personality: He is a caring, serene and intelligent stallion that is looking to form his own band sometime soon. He tends to talk things out, although he won't hesitate in using his hooves and teeth to defend himself or attack, if needed.
Small Tad of History: None. I have completely drained my mental creativity juices.. P.P
Looks(no pictures please): A large, though fine-boned dark grey horse, that has lighter dapples that'll lighten even more with age, plus having a blue/wall/china eye. He has a long, flowing pale tail and a short mane of the same colour.

Is this ok? My first horse rp.. If I make a mistake please help me with it

[iShame]

((Looks good. :3 Accepted :3))

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Midnight nibbled absentmindedly on a small patch of grass, while checking out his surroundings more carefully than he ahd done before. The air was laden with heat-scent; mares were prowling about, and being flirty aswell. he sighed. He ahd only just gotten here, and he probably didn't have a chance, yet he had always wanted to create a band of his own someday. Shaking his mane, he set out at a slow, ambling walk, aiming to find one of these scenting mares and snake her somehow.. If he got there first, that is.

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Ivy snorted, watching her surroundings slightly fearfully. She had arrived to these strange lands a few nights ago.. .And all was so strange and new to her. She herself was in heat, and couldn't avoid scenting the already heavy air with some heat-spray. Sighing, and knowing stallions would come like flies, hoping, deep down, they would not., she continued grazing on the dry, short grass beneath her.

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Full Name: Settin' Wildfires
Nickname: Wildfire
Gender: Mare
Age: Three years
Band or Loner: Loner
Rank in said band:
Foals: None, and she probably won't have any
Personality: Insanely independent, I think it's safe to say that if Wildfire was forced to accept help from someone, she'd die a little bit inside. She'd never back away from a challenge or a fight, and once she's started something she has to finish it. You'd have to forcefully drag her away from something to get her to stop, and the smallest thing could set her off. She can't stand to be around others and instead of having a soft spot for foals, they're probably the most annoying things in the world to her. I think you can guess by now that she isn't very fun to be around. Sarcastic, hotheaded, cold hearted, hated filled, profane, cynical, insecure, and a million other words could be used to describe her.
Small Tad of history: Her mother died when she a was a weanling; had no siblings that were her own age, and the older foals and yearlings didn't like her. Especially her father, he hated her, he seemed only interested in the colts of the herd. And none of the other mares seemed to want to take the position of her foster mother, even though she was weaned.
Looks: A bright chestnut mare, her mane and tail the same color. She has sharp hooves and harsh, cold dark brown eyes. About 16 hands.




Full Name: Flaming Shadow
Nickname: Shadow
Gender: Stallion
Age: Four years
Bachelor or Band Leader: Bachelor
Foals: None yet
Personality: Shadow is much smarter than others think he is, but not to the point where he can manipulate others. If he runs into something he know he can't beat, he won't even try. If he knows that someway or another there's a chance he can win, he won't give up until he's won or until he's dead. Not the most skilled in fighting, but very determined. Can and will get rough with mares and stallions. But mostly, he's pretty calm and collected, and secure. Not exactly affectionate and gentle, but almost.
Small Tad of History: Had an average history, was raised in a medium sized herd and left at around two years of age.
Looks: A very dark bay stallion with jet black eyes. Around 17 hands and has rippling muscles, though can can move surprisingly fast for his relatively stocky build.

[iShame]

((Accepted of course, Essence :3))

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((Yay 8D))

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Midnight nibbled absentmindedly on a small patch of grass, while checking out his surroundings more carefully than he ahd done before. The air was laden with heat-scent; mares were prowling about, and being flirty aswell. he sighed. He ahd only just gotten here, and he probably didn't have a chance, yet he had always wanted to create a band of his own someday. Shaking his mane, he set out at a slow, ambling walk, aiming to find one of these scenting mares and snake her somehow.. If he got there first, that is.

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Ivy snorted, watching her surroundings slightly fearfully. She had arrived to these strange lands a few nights ago.. .And all was so strange and new to her. She herself was in heat, and couldn't avoid scenting the already heavy air with some heat-spray. Sighing, and knowing stallions would come like flies, hoping, deep down, they would not., she continued grazing on the dry, short grass beneath her.

Anyone?

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((I guess we should start than, xD))
(I Ish low on Muse, so Ehh.)

Xahlie flicked her tail, letting her scent flare, as if it really mattered to her. Spring was fun at points, but otherwise found it redundant in the end; to herself anyway. Lowered her gaze to the ground, she nibbled on the grass, keeping her ears perked for the smallest of sounds.

Adamente nickered to himself playfully, darting between small aquatic creatures in the water. The sun gave his coat an extras shine, along with the water that enveloped his lanky barrel and legs. Pausing breifly, he spotted a few mares grazeing as they were, his ears twitching as he found himself tempted to start his own band.