w a n d e r l u s t • {s e m i-l i t} • o p e n •horse rp

[feather']

No he hasn't yet }}

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Blue Jay nodded good bye to Hidalgo and then turned back to th foal that danced beneath her touching her stomach gently. She chuckled at the filly a smile on her face as she watched her cheerfully. She would love to have a foal like her one day. She shoke her head a bit and told the filly," no." She told her. She was hoping Hidalgo would ask her but he did n' t seem like he would be asking her for a foal very soon. He seemed very bust with new mares and foals.

[waldeinsamkeit.]

W R A N G L E R S!
plot lines;;

the wranglers will be RPed by me and OneRepublic please do not rp them if you do not have permission. this will give you a warning.
Victorious Tribute's herd is EXCLUDED from this plot, as lynettan1 is not active at the moment.
there will be no more then 14 wranglers. they will split into two groups of seven and go after the largest or most active herds at this moment. (Currently Hidalgo and Bachelor/September) Feel free to have your loner or smaller herd get mixed into the fray though. ^^

also, I support drama! Please be dramatic and don't be afraid to have your important character caught!
but, please don't be overly dramatic.

ex. Horse 1(let's call him John) runs with Horse 2(tom). John sees a place to hide, so he runs there. Man follows Tom. John hides in the spot, but then realizes there is a wolf in there!(so far, this is okay). John runs out, the wolf chases him. John gets backed up against a cliff. the wolf and the wrangler are coming towards him. (This is not okay!)

what was wrong with that post: John was
1. Rping the wrangler
2.being in the center of attention. (Don't always have your horse be the one in trouble, try going with the crowd. you'll be featured eventually)
3.putting himself in an unrealistic setting

Next, don't power play or god-mode. This includes,
1.attacking the wrangler. Horse are flight animals, they can go back for a foal, but will attempt to distract the wrangler or hurry the foal up. they will not attack the wrangler.
2.do not take your horse's personality into account. This is instinct. a lazy horse WILL run. A bad tempered horse WILL NOT fight back, they will become a herd animal.
3.your horse must experience fatigue at some point.

That's all! I hope this goes smoothly and happy rping!

[waldeinsamkeit.]

H I D A L G O

stallion • seven mares • Blue Jay • three foals • one future sub male • australian stock horse

I leave Athena with a lip and go back to Blue, watching Wind leave and catching the last of her words. I chuckle. "Stork eh?" I look at Blue Jay. "How 'bout it? Should we call the stork?" I joke, moving to her rump and touching with my nose gently, asking for a foal.

G L A D I U S

stallion • family stallion • summertime sadness • percheron

I smile. "I probably can't but here's to trying!" I kick up ,y aching hooves and follow, creating little dips in the packed earth as I run. I flare my nostrils, finding it easier to breathe through them when they are widest. I toss my head, cursing myself for being a draft.

R I O G R A N D E

mare • Victorious Tribute • pregnant • mustang

I feel slight touch of the warming breeze as my scruffy mane is tossed around me. I keep my eyes closed, breathing heavily as sleep sets in. I hear the shuffles of every horse in the group as they talk and move still. I give an annoyed sigh and fall asleep.

A P A C H E W I N D

filly • ASH x Appaloosa • Hidalgo x Acapella • a few hours

I frown. "Well, you should!" I smile again, flashing little milk teeth as I race back to my mother. "Tell the stork to bring you a girl!" I call, reaching my mother and nuzzling my sister before suckling.

[quiche cat!]

{ Alright! Did you pick the people that are going to RP wranglers yet? c; }

[waldeinsamkeit.]

(U wanna?)

[Promiscuous.]

(Le glares at the two with curiosity.... This is gunna be gooood. And a bit hard Cx o3o)

[quiche cat!]

{ ...Do I want to... Be one? XD }

[evixtus]

;; can I play one?? :3 ;;

[waldeinsamkeit.]

(Sure OneRepublic

It'll be OneRepublic and myself. We will take one group each ))

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the wranglers packed up camp around dawn, piling the packs onto a pair of droopy horses, who accepted the bundle with a little grunt.
the wranglers swung onto their horses, securing the lasso on the polished brown saddle horns of each saddle. their level-headed quarter horses paced while the riders fixed the stirrups and reins, leaving the pack horses with an annoyed man, who had fallen and injured himself. he wouldn't be going on the search today. the hurt man poked the dwindling fire with a stick, muttering as the packhorses grazed on the dry grass.

the wranglers set out a few minutes later, walking into the distance. all fourteen held the reins of their mount in on hand, a tawny rope coiled around the other. they scanned the horizon with dark eyes from under dark cowboy hats, chewing tobacco. one man, a self proclaimed leader, shouted, and pointed west. "O'er there boys!" each man turned excitedly, spitting out their tobacco. on the horizon, a herd of horses. (Bachelor herd starts)
the leader kicked his horse, spurring the chestnut quarter into a heavy action, the other wranglers close behind.
a stocky bay lifted his head, watching the suspicious people quietly.

the leader, by the name of Rich, ground his teeth and stared back. his chestnut mare squirmed in anticipation of what was to come, for it wasn't her first time on the plains. no, she had once been wild, running from the very man who sat atop her tired back and pulled upon her scarred lips. now, she was facing and condemning her own kind. and she wanted it. if she wasn't allowed to be free, why should they? this envy and regret was what fielded every horse behind her. every back, and dapple and bay behind her wanted the same thing, to inflict that same sorrow upon these carefree horses and had been inflicted upon them when they were left behind to face the rope and fear and strange creatures sitting atop their fellow captives.
the chestnut mare had the same mind set as the man atop her, and this couldn't bode well for that bachelor herd before her.

Rich could feel the energy and hidden power within how mount stirring, and he pulled back briefly, staying her. Rich lifted a gloved hand, and his wing-man, Jeremiah(RPed by OneRepublic) came forward. "Jeremiah. Take seven of the guys and lead them through that pass. (To Hidalgo) "I'll take these."

the chestnut mare gave a cold glance to the black stallion underneath Jeremiah, giving him a grunt before returning her iron gaze upon the herd of now alert horses.

the bay from earlier (Calm Apocalypse) shifted and flared his aged nostrils. Something wasn't right. These weren't sight seers, they weren't moving on. He relaxed when seven split off and headed for the mountain pass. He, foolishly put his head down and ate once more.

Rich spurred his mare, and she set forward, jittering with the urge to go, go and inflict misery on those horses. a sharp scent hit her nostrils as she and Rich's party neared the band. Stallions. the chestnut smiled. a mare, charging for stallions. the thought pleased her. but then, she remembered. I'm no longer in the wild world, I'm a captive of this man, and the way it was is not the way it is. she quickened her pace as another lance of pain delivered through the spur cut into her side, she flicked her ears back, telling Rich she was all ears.

Rich smiled, patted the chest it's neck and gave a sharp whistle. he and his party sped forward, tearing up the ground beneath the quarter mile racers.