Under the Stars|Open|Semi-lit|Wild Horse RP

[lynettetan1]

Victorious Tribute

Dusk seemed surprised. Tribute watched her quietly, confused at what she was thinking. He wanted a herd, yes but he didn't have one yet. As she seemed confused as well, Tribute chuckled. "I want to invite you into my herd." He clarified once more, before watching as she tossed her mane then seemed to tense. At her stepping back, he immediately wanted to follow, though he stopped himself in the nick of time, not wanting to scare her. He saw the brand mark, and thought nothing of it. Sure, that mark was made by the humans, but who had never been scarred by humans at least once?

As she apologised, doubt started going in his mind. Why was she apologising? Could she be one of those horses that lead others to the humans? The wild thought had entered his mind, but he wanted himself to forget it. She didn't seem like the type... Besides, if she were that type of horse, she wouldn't be apologising, right? He took a step forward, narrowing his eyes. "Wait... Why are you apologising? You haven't even answered me yet?" He said, wondering if he'd hit a nerve. The young, energetic stallion stared at Dusk, confused and bewildered. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong, but I do want you to join me. Really." He spoke a little quicker now, a little more panicked.

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Broken Chances's ears flicked and she grazed, chewing up the green grass that grew beside the stream.

Aramiah flicked her cream and brown tail and shook out her creamy, brown streaked mane as she grazed in the flower meadow under a large blossom tree. She loved the big tree, it bloomed through, spring, autumn and summer and then the tree went a snow white colour during the ending of autumn and all through winter, not that it wasn't white, as it was always white. She loved the tree, she never got splinters when scratching herself, because the tree was so smooth, she never cut herself on the branches, because they were too strong to snap. She stood beside the stream that ran through under the blossom tree, and cut through the large flower meadow. She looked up, then continued to nose through yellow and pink flowers.

Breaking Sorrows nodded gently and flicked her tail Ye, Ummm.. would you like to join me? He asked gently.

[Luna~tic]

Silhouette at Dusk
Dusk perked up a bit, but still remained wary. "Well..when I tried to join other herds, they kicked me out because I'm not a mustang. I didn't choose who I am, besides, histories don't matter, right? I've been wild since I was a filly. Wild horses don't like human horses, but I'm not a human horse, not since the fire that-" she broke off the sentence, quivering as she remembered that night. She was terrified that the stallion would turn her away, yet he seemed genuine when he offered her a place in his herd. Realizing that he didn't want her life story, but an answer, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. "You don't want my life story, you want an answer, uh, yes, I guess, but only if you want me. I don't want to be an inconvenience." She rambled, before shutting up, aware that she was babbling.

[lynettetan1]

Victorious Tribute

Tribute perked his ears, amused at her words. "Really? Then whoever they were, was off their rocker." He commented surely, before chuckling, now understanding her confusion. "What is a mustang but a mix of breeds?" He mused quietly, before looking at her. He nodded as she spoke, she made sense. As she spoke about where she was from, Tribute listened, intrigued. So she was from the humans, then. He listened closely, before he watched as she broke off, quivering, shaking. He watched her tentatively, unsure if she would bolt, before comfortingly, he stretched out his neck, and gently touched his ebony nose to her withers, comforting her gently. "You don't need to think about it if you don't want to." He said softly, assuring her.

At her answer, Tribute smiled, nosing her gently. "Of course I want you. You're worth much more than you imagine. Much more than just a silhouette." He said, quietly playing on her name. He chuckled at her, realising she seemed insecure. She was beautiful though, and Tribute wanted her to know that. "But if you aren't a mustang, what are you then?" He asked curiously, and in a friendly manner. This mare was so interesting, mysterious yet shy, and he wanted to get to know her better. "If you're comfortable with telling me, of course." He amended quickly, not wanting her to go into a shock attack like just now.

[Luna~tic]

Painted by the Wind
Painted's eyes narrowed, and she tensed, considering his words. "Alright, Sorrows, I'll join, but if I don't like it, then you won't see me again." She warned, though her tone was more or less indifferent. She lowered her head to graze, her ears pricked, aware of the stallion's movements.

Silhouette at Dusk
"Perhaps." Dusk snorted quietly. The mare had relaxed slightly, the stallion seemed genuine, albeit a bit curious. She relaxed further as he comforted her, it couldn't be that bad to be in a herd, perhaps even have a foal. She tensed slightly at the thought of a foal, she wouldn't, couldn't, didn't know how to raise a foal. As Tribute spoke, he interrupted her anxious, and slightly terrifying, thoughts. She avoided his gaze, she'd never been named attractive. "Thank you, I believe the humans called me a Missouri Fox Trotter. I've always thought it has a nice ring to it." She mused, before going quiet, not wanting to appear arrogant or as if she was bragging about her breed, "But, then again, there are so many other different breeds with elegant names, Lusitino, Andalusian, Arabian, Thoroughbred, even mustang sounds nice." She snorted, as if to apologize for that regretful remark. She felt slightly awkward, flicking her tail at the flies to relieve some tension.

[lynettetan1]

Victorious Tribute

As Dusk relaxed, Tribute smiled. With her agreeing to be in his herd, where awkwardness was, it had been pushed out the way by a fierce protectiveness, evident as he rested his head protectively on her withers. When she randomly tensed, though, he perked his ears as he looked at her, wondering what was wrong. She avoided his gaze. There was so much mystery about this mare, he just got more and more intrigued.

At her words, he cocked his head. "Can't say I've heard of that before, but then again, I'm not often in the company of humans. You are right though, it does sound nice." He said, tacking on the last sentence as she started dithering again. "It's okay, you know. You can speak your mind. In fact, I'd love nothing more." The ebony stallion told the chestnut mare, ears perked as he flicked his own tail, chasing away an irritating fly. "I want you to be happy." He said truthfully, looking into her eyes.

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Broken Chances looked up and snorted gently before flicking her tail and trotting off. She wasn't fussed much, they'd probably be talking a while, and she didn't want to be in their way. With a light flick of her tail she kept her light floaty trot, each step left a second between. The champagne paint trotted quietly as she looked around slowly with curiosity.

Aramiah flicked her cream and brown tail and shook out her creamy, brown streaked mane as she grazed in the flower meadow under a large blossom tree. She loved the big tree, it bloomed through, spring, autumn and summer and then the tree went a snow white colour during the ending of autumn and all through winter, not that it wasn't white, as it was always white. She loved the tree, she never got splinters when scratching herself, because the tree was so smooth, she never cut herself on the branches, because they were too strong to snap. She stood beside the stream that ran through under the blossom tree, and cut through the large flower meadow. She looked up, then continued to nose through yellow and pink flowers.

Breaking Sorrows simply nodded and flicked his tail smirking.. With a flick of his tail he nosed her gently then lowered his head ignoring her sent for now, with difficulty, but he managed... just... he grazed

[Luna~tic]

Silhouette at Dusk
Dusk remained quiet, thinking. Tribute wanted her to voice her thoughts, and he also wanted her to be happy. She pondered over his words, quite confused. She was uncertain of what made her happy. Pleasing others made her happy, well, not really, she avoided any attacks if she kept quiet and did what she was told, but it didn't make her happy. She sighex, "You want me to be happy, yet I don't even understand happiness myself." She mused quietly, thoughtful. Running was nice, so was being with horses that didn't treat her like dirt, even if it didn't bother her. She sighed, wanting to change the subject, but not wanting to offend Tribute. "You spoke about a bachelor band before? I don't believe I understand what that is. I know a human band is quite noisy, and makes rather nice sounds, or music, but something tells me this is different?" She snorted hesitantly. The band had once marched past her paddock, on the busy road beside it.

Painted by the Wind
Painted stiffened as the stallion nudged her she was still uncomfortable about being touched. With a small snort she moved away, nosing the grass.

[lynettetan1]

Victorious Tribute

Tribute cocked his head. "Well... Happy... It's the feeling you get when you play and feel content, I guess..." The ebony stallion muttered, trying to explain the feeling to her. As she changed the subject though, he listened intently, before speaking. "No horse can survive being on their own for too long a time. Mares join herds easily, there is not a herd where mares aren't wanted, for that fact. Their snapped up the moment they don't have a stallion." He started quietly. "But for stallions, it's a different matter. If you cannot start a herd, or if you are too old to keep one any longer and you get booted out, you have virtually no where else to go. No herd would accept a stallion, that's too risky. Testosterone gets crazy high if there are two stallions in a herd." He explained. "The drive to get and steal mares would be a little hard to... control."

Then, he shrugged. "So the stallions that do not have a herd by winter-and you need a herd in winter, it's deathly cold without another-form little 'herds' by themselves, which are called bachelor bands. Basically, a bachelor band is a herd consisted entirely of stallions grouping together. There is a lot of testosterone, and fights break out a lot, but as far as things go, it's a group of horses to hang out with for the sake of hanging out with others. After all, in bachelor bands, we are all stallions, so there's nothing to protect, so skirmishes, though often, aren't very brutal. That is where newbies are trained to fight, and where older stallions go to when they no longer have their herds. Occasionally, a stallion in his prime, that has had a paticularly bad spring." He explained, before seeing the other, champagne paint mare from the corner of his eye leave.

Immediately flicking his ear over, he let out a soft nicker to that mare, curious and hopeful. The bigger the herd, the better the chances of surviving winter. Tribute knew that well. He looked at Dusk though, worried. "You... don't mind if we have more than just the two of us in a herd, right? I mean... No offense, but I want a big herd." Dusk was everything he could ever hope for, but no stallion would settle for just one mare. It was ingrained in them to get more. He waited quietly, hopeful that she wasn't one of those mares who had deep, scarring feelings towards others of her own gender. He had only spotted one mare like that before, and it wasn't too pretty. He really hoped the mare didn't take this the wrong way. "I mean, are you alright if I ask her to join my-our herd?" He asked, letting her have the choice. The more, the merrier, he would say, but if more mares just brought trouble, than he would just have to content himself with having one happy mare than a few unhappy ones. Which he hoped was not the case. He wanted a happy, plentiful, peaceful herd, just like any other stallion, after all.

[Babicted]

Name ~BloodStained Rose
Nickname: Just call me Blood or Rose
Age: I am about 3 and 1/2 years old
Gender: female.. duh..
Personality ~I am a odd horse with enragement issues, but in times I can be nice, as long as you aren't on my bad side, I love to romp and rough house so I make a perfect little filly.
History ~She had grown as a wild filly roaming the world with her herd as a unit, until one day a large storm had shook the very plains and a large tornado came and picked up nearly every horse, she had been lucky to have her long spindly legs so she could escape, having tripped over branches, and being whipped by the debris she has quite a few scars, even one over her eye, that had turned it blind after a small piece of wood had smacked her in the eye, she could never forget that day, and since then she has lived in a small forest area where she roams happily.
Description of Looks: She is a blue roan/ grey dapple, with a black head and white blaze and a darkish light brown muzzle. On all four legs she has black stockings. On her back left leg is a white sock. Her eye color is a dark autumn hazel. Her hooves are a dark brown, except the left hind leg with a lighter tan hoof. Her mane and tail color is black. Her forelock is long and wispy.
Image of Looks: Crush: Impress Her... if you can
Mate: She is in no herds yet but she looks forward to it
Foals: None but she wishes for the little bundles of joy.
Herd: She currently is a loner
Anything Else?: No