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

[Luna~tic]

»Not accepted. This is a realistic roleplay. There wouldn't be a giant tornado with the strength and size to find and kill the majority of horses in the plains. Also, please read the rules before joining. Thank you.«
Silhouette at Dusk
Dusk nodded, she had been happy a couple of times, or so she had thought, but what Tribute had explained sounded more genuine. She thought about it for a moment before Tribute explained what a bachelor band was. "Sounds...threatening." She snorted when he'd finished. So many stallions, so much more testerone, yes, they probably were quite frightening. She lowered her head to graze calmly, before a soft whinny came from beside her. She started, and tensed, looking around, before she noticed it had only been Tribute. Her ears flicked, confused, until she saw the champagne mare. She put the two together and relaxed slightly, looking ashamed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bolt." She apologized quickly, slightly cowered away, as if expecting to be attacked angrily. Instead Tribute was asking her if it was alright. She nodded cautiously, wary about if it was some sort of a trap. "It won't bother me, if that is what you are asking. I do not mind other horses, unless you do, but then you wouldn't have called her. So, yes, I mean, no, it's fine." She snorted, trying not to irritate the stallion, which she had possibly just done. She shifted her weight, slightly uncomfortable.

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Victorious Tribute

Well, he hadn't really been expecting that. As she bolted, he reacted quickly, dancing after on lithe hooves, ready to launch a counter if she attacked him, though his posture was defensive, ears pinned to keep them out the way. She just looked confused though, so he relaxed slightly, peering at her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. As she apologised, he shook his head, calming. "You're a strange little mare." He remarked softly, nuzzling her gently.

At her words, Tribute had an idea that she would go along with anything he wanted, and he sighed, nosing her again, before laying his head on her withers, closing his eyes for a small moment. "You'll make me spoilt, you will." He remarked, chuckling, before nosing her and moving towards the champagne mare. He turned back once more. "You can come along, or graze. Just don't go too far, you'll have me worried." Perhaps if she had enough affirmation, she would finally start believing in herself. It'd be a shame not to, after all.

Whinnying and reaching the champagne mare, Tribute gave her a small nod, accompanied with a smile. "Hello, there. My name is Victorious Tribute, but just call me Tribute. You are...?" He asked quietly, looking at the pretty mare. Mares were all pretty in their own way, Dusk in a quiet, intriuging one, her in a different one, less quiet, a bit more outgoing, that spoke of an innocent curiosity. He watched her, waiting for an answer though a ear still flicked back, watching for Dusk. The mare's queer ways had incited a very protective urge over Tribute, and he wouldn't let her come to any harm.

[Luna~tic]

Silhouette at Dusk
Dusk nodded, before following Tribute towards the mare. She stopped a small distance away, just out of earshot. The mare stood still, her eyes half closed relaxing. She lowered her head and grazed quietly, flicking her tail at flies. She was in a herd. It was a rather strange and unfamiliar thought. She had somehow, managed to join a herd. She was torn between laughing and being sad. She gave a small snort og laughter, she was in a herd! The giggle wouldn't stop, but then she realized she probably looked like a lunatic horse, and she stopped, swallowing down the laugh with grass. Dusk pawed the ground quietly, her tail lashing from.side to side. The mare walked towards another patch of green grass, a spring in her step. She lowered her head and grazed, thinking about the future. She wondered if Tribute's herd would become bigger, and if he would want a foal. The thought scared her slightly, so she ignored it, what if a bachelor band came along? It sounded dangerous, she gave a small shudder, before turning her thoughts towards the grass as she grazed.

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Broken Chances stopped and glanced back with a short flick of her strong scented tail. Umm... hi... I'm sorry.... I.. didn't want to intrude... She said quickly looking down she stepped back, submissively and worriedly. However only just realising he'd asked for her name she, if she could would have face palmed. Umm.. I'm... Broken Chances... You... I guess... you could.. call me... chance?... She said slowly taking another fearful step back. though she didn't mind herds... it was the whole talking thing, getting to know one... joining.. talking to a stallion she knew could harm her any minute.

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 swished his tail and graed quietly.

[Daisy.Chain]

{ I added a mare ill wait for Mercer ( my mare ) to be accepted before I start. haha }

...Donté...

Name: Donté (Don-Tay)
Height: 15.2hh
Breed: Carthusian
Age:7
Gender: Stallion
History: Donté originated in Spain. He was bred to be used as a stud, producing a continious blood line aswell as keeping the rare breed of Carthusian alive.The Carthusian is not a nesasarillay separate breed from the Andalusian, but it is a distinct side branch of that breed and usually considered the purest strain remaining. This is one of Spain's most prestigious lines of the Spanish horse and has one of the oldest stud books in the world. The Zamora brothers, who had mares of this breeding, purchased an old horse named El Soldado (Donté's Sire). They bred him to two mares. The resultant offspring were a colt and a filly; Donté being the colt and Ellarenzo the filly. Donté was a dark gray, considered to be a perfect size and coloured horse. He produced many outstanding offspring, which were purchases by the breeders of Jerez. Sent over seas Donté's crate was marked wrong sending him to the wrong country. When he arrived the animal import centre was unable to contact the original breeders. After a year the breeders had still not claimed him and the property in which he was staying couldn't afford to keep such a high maintainance stallion. They tried a last time to get in contact but still no response was given so they let him free into the wild. Ironically a week after his release the property reseived a call from the Spanish breeders wanting their highly expensised stallion immediately sent back. Due to the quality of Donté's breeding the Spanish breeders sued the Shipment company as well as the Animal import centre. Fortunately Donté bred to some the the worlds most renowned Carthusian mares, producing outstanding high quality colts and fillys. 3 years on and donté is still roaming free amongst the plains searching for a new life. (Sorry it's a little rough but, I'm so tired. Haha)

...Mercer...

Name: Magalargas Mercer
Height: 15hh
Breed: Mangalarga Marchador
Age:6
Gender: Mare
History:
In 1801, fearing Napoleon’s invasion, the King of Portugal transferred his court, family and select Andalusian stallions to Brazil. He later gave one of these Royal Alter stallions, Sublime, to Francisco Gabriel Junqueria, the Baron of Alfensas.
Francisco Gabriel Junqueira , decided to start a breeding experiment mixing his imported Royal Alter stallions with the common horse stock currently in his farm. The common stock was a mix of Barb horses and other breeds that came to Brazil by the time of its colonization. The result of the Alter x colonial horse cross mix was a smooth-gaited, attractive horse. The Baron called these horses Sublimes.
Junqueira then sold some of the Sublimes to a friend who had a country farm up north. The farms name was Mangalarga, and the owner used the Sublime horses when traveling to the capital. In town, people noticed the smooth-gaited, attractive looking Sublimes and started to call them Mangalarga.
The Mangalarga soon became a popular demand by locals. Because of the rarity and limitations on the population of the breed the farm was unable to provide them to the locals.
With the invasion of Napoleon, The Mangalarga Farm was forced to migrate to a safer country. Two-hundred years have passed since the migration of the Mangalarga Farm and they are still currently in business. Unfortunately The Mangalarga Farm doesn’t sell their horses locally so when their farm becomes over populated they rather set multiple horses free into the wild.
Mercer’s Dam and Sire where bred in captivity but were the lucky ones that were set free by the Mangalarga Farm. Mercer was born into a herd but made the decision to leave the herd a few months ago. She loved her life in a herd but decided she’d rather explore and experience things for herself. Currently alone she seemed to have avoided crossing paths with a stallion. She had run into multiple mares but not yet a stallion.

[Luna~tic]

»Accepted.«

[Daisy.Chain]

Thanyou I sent you a PM by the way }

[lynettetan1]

(Sorry!!! Was real busy yesterday. )

Victorious Tribute

As she apologised as well, Tribute wondered what mysterious force there was in the world that he'd meet two mares instead of one, and that they didn't find his youth unappealing. Mares often preferred older stallions, and he'd seen a few sometimes giving him an expression of heavy contempt. So he was actually quite thankful. The young, ebony stallion watched her as she tried to speak. "No problem. You didn't intrude much, and even if you did, the intrusion was one of the positive kind." He reassured once more, chuckling.

She was submissive too, and Tribute leaned on his front legs, stretching himself out awkwardly like a dog in order to reach her eye level. If he could have wagged his tail, he probably would have. Her name struck him, though, and he nodded quietly. He wondered what mother would name her foal that, but there might have been something he was missing. He watched careful, before nodding in assent. "Yes, I would call you Chance." He said, confirming her question-statement. She had a queer way of speaking as well, with sentences sounding like they ended in question marks.

What were the chances that the two mares would almost have the same personality. He wondered slightly if they were manipulating him. If they were, he was easy prey. That thought made him nervous, and a soft laugh from Dusk only slightly escalated the fear. He could see Chance backing away, and longed to follow. But what would happen then? He turned, looking at Dusk. No, she didn't seem the type to betray him. He wasn't all that sucky a reader, after all.

Telling him that he was reading into this too much, he smiled at Chance, taking one step forward. It was a friendly, cautious smile. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." He said softly, looking at her. "So tell me Chance, are you looking for a herd?" This was a lone mare, he knew. She didn't have the smell of anyone, hadn't for the past few days. So, he was curious as he peered at her.

(Lol my stallion's so conflicted. XD )

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ηαмє ; "My name is Sayen. Yes, it's a bit odd or unusual, but it's what I've got. Actually, it means 'lovely' in Mapuche, Native American. I don't mind it's irregularity, and I adore it sometimes. But please, call me Music, it seems to have a ring I enjoy."

gєη∂єя ; "I'm a stallion. Duh. I'm definitely a mare, can't you tell? Either that or you're too stubborn to observe anything."

αgє ; "I'm an unbelievable two years old. I think, act, and look more like a five or six year old, but I'm not, like I just informed you."

нєя∂ ; "My herd, oh my herd. I belong to no herd, at the time being."

яαηк ; "I'm just a simple mare, nothing completely special about me. I can't help that I wonder what the experience will be like, right?."

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Duck, I will role-play in third person.


Work In Progress! I have to get off, Ill edit later.

[Luna~tic]

»Could you please add a personality and history? Once that's done, you can start. «