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Fiske buried her face in Blossom's shoulder; shielding her eyes. "It would be too risky to go down there. If the stallions start to fight, it would get bloody, more bloody than it already is. I suggest we stay up here and wait for Jiro, I don't want to risk being snaked," she said, trying to stay calm, "if any stallion comes up here we will fight as hard as we can, and we can call out for Jiro." Fiske backed away slightly, and let out a small whinny for Blossom and for Kimaya to follow. "Jiro will follow our scent; he'll know we have hid to prevent the possibility of us getting stolen or hurt."

[canis,]

Accepted. And just to let you all know, he's not dead yet. Paris and I have work out a plot for him. }}

J I R O
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Gender: Stallion
Herd: His own
Tags: A lot...

Don't get too close,
It's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide.

Jiro watched as a crowd gathered. But the one that stuck out to him was none other than his younger brother, Galahad. Ignoring all other horse, Jiro reared again, walking forward towards his brother. This was not of his concern, and therefore, he should never have came. He did have a considerable height advantage on both of his brothers, considering that he was the oldest. Therefore, he looked down on his brother. But there was another reason that Jiro didn't want him around. He knows what our father did to me. He knows that I was abused by our father. Jiro dismissed all other angry glares and bared teeth. He just wanted Galahad to leave. Now. That is, until his daughter appeared.

K I M A Y A
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Gender: Mare
Herd: Her father's, Jiro
Tags: Jiro; Royal Affair

You don't know her
like I do.
You'l never
understand.

The black and white filly appeared next to Blossom and Fiske. At first, she thought that today would just be a normal day. But upon rising over the crest of the hill, she saw that scene below. Her father in the midst of it. Kimaya shook her head. He had been doing so good about his aggression. What made him snap? she wondered. The mare slowly approached, looking first at the colt on the ground, then at her father. She didn't know what to feel, but disappointed.

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

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↠↠↠ M I S H C H I E V O U S

n a m e ::
Rhina
g e n d e r ::
Female
a g e ::
Young adult
h e r d ::
She doesn't have one..(yet)
r a n k ::
She's a loner
c r u s h ::
You'd have to impress her for that...
m a t e ::
Not yet
f o a l / s ::
Nope.
p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n ::
Unusually long legs, tall and lean. A white pelt
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Rebellious,mischievous,smart,snappy,stubborn
Once you get to know her;;
Mischievous,playful,caring,kind.
h i s t o r y ::
She was abandoned by her parents when she was young and has no memory of them what so ever. She has been surviving on her own ever since. Though she is beginning to get lonely.

was i ever accepted?

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Fiske buried her face in Blossom's shoulder; shielding her eyes. "It would be too risky to go down there. If the stallions start to fight, it would get bloody, more bloody than it already is. I suggest we stay up here and wait for Jiro, I don't want to risk being snaked," she said, trying to stay calm, "if any stallion comes up here we will fight as hard as we can, and we can call out for Jiro." Fiske backed away slightly, and let out a small whinny for Blossom and for Kimaya to follow. "Jiro will follow our scent; he'll know we have hid to prevent the possibility of us getting stolen or hurt."

Astrid nodded, agreeing with Eiyota. She didn't want to be a part of the tension. {WIP}

[dumbass]

Galahad pinned his ears, snapping his teeth at his brother. "Why?" He hissed. "He was a baby! Not a threat." The younger stallion didn't really think of the long term affects of a stallion other than his brothers in the land. All he saw was a foal. An innocent child. Not a stallion who would over ride the plains if given the chance. He popped off the ground, rearing up at his brother. "You aren't our father." Galahad hissed, almost regretting the words as they passed his lips. But a fire in his eyes said, "But youre turning into him"


{Will this play out in realistic terms, like inbreeding throughout the herds?}

[archeron.]

Fox slid to a stop as the two stallions confronted each other. Backing up slightly, the young mare watched the younger of the two. He was brave to go up against this older stud. When Fox realized they were brother's, the filly almost chuckled at the sight in front of her. When he spoke of the young colt below them, the filly felt a sense of sadness fall down over her light eyes. He had so much future ahead of him, and now it was ended. Snapping back to attention, the akhal teke watching quietly.

Lenona slowly loped over towards the gathering group. Her senses were on high alert as she approached the quickly growing group. What had occurred here to bring so many horses to one spot. Pushing through the bodies, the mare snorted in shock at the sight ahead of her. The "dead" colt was something she hadn't expected at all. If anything she had thought of a fallen mare or foal, not a dead horse.

[Sepia]

Horse in Luffenhall by Peter aka anemoneprojectors, on Flickr

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n a m e :: Paint by Numbers (Paint)

g e n d e r :: Female

a g e :: Four years

h e r d :: N.A for the moment

r a n k :: Lone Mare

c r u s h :: N.A

m a t e :: N.A

f o a l / s :: N.A

p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n :: Paint is a delicate horse by nature, dove grey in colour with rather fetching flecks of white. Her eyes are brown, as usual with most horses, and her pelt is relatively well kept - after all, it has only been a matter of days since she was released. She's pretty, but there's one small problem: she's got a bad left hind leg, which although looks alright, means that she can't run very fast, and of course all her foals have a chance of being born with it as well, something that doesn't appeal to most stallions. She also still has her red halter on, because she can't get rid of it due it's tough material.

p e r s o n a l i t y :: For some, intelligence and good looks come naturally and they can strut their way through life with no problem at all.
For some, they have intelligence, and although they may be a dull brown, they're well regarded and they too can strut their way through life, with a little less gusto, admittedly, than the ones with both intelligence and good looks.
And then there are some, like Paint, who are just looks with no brains.
Well, maybe "no brains" is a little harsh.
Frankly, Paint is a very nervous mare, and is very impressionable, with little to no common sense or dignity to her name. For instance, if a stallion said she was stupid and lazy, she would agree on it, and would forever describe herself afterwards as stupid and lazy. She takes everything to heart, and even the slightest insult hurts her deeply, although she's too shy to speak about it. She's not in touch with her emotions, and sometimes she's confused by them - like, for example, how she dotes upon her stallion. She doesn't know why she does it, and yet she does: she can't help it, and she will idolise her stallion eagerly, saying how wonderful he is, and how everything he says to her (good or bad) is right and how she should follow his lead at all times, etc etc. She can be easily taken advantage of, because she's very trusting. She doesn't believe that there are those out there who have bad intentions, even if they do something to harm her: she just says that they couldn't help it and that it wasn't their fault. One could say that she drives stallions to insanity, but that would be a little harsh: she doesn't mean any harm, and is quite a sweetheart.

h i s t o r y ::Paint by Numbers was bred by a small-size breeder, who was rather pleased with her. Although she showed no potential as a show horse, her beauty was unchallenged by none of the breeder's other horses, nor the breeder's friends' horses. The breeder was so pleased by her, he would dote on her, and would boast about his great filly to all his friends.
This was his, and Paint by Number's, unmaking.
One night, when the breeder was away, one of his so-called friends stole into Paint's stable and managed to get her into his trailer. You would have thought the breeder would have had security, but he was so confident he had decided not to have it. Of course, his friends knew about this and took it to their advantage.
So, back to Paint and the trailer. As the breeder was making his way home, there was a car coming the other way, with a light that was flashing on and off because it wasn't working properly. Confused by this light, the breeder got disorientated and the car was thrown off the road, along with the trailer. The breeder died that night.
But did Paint? No: the trailer door, in the crash, was mangled and broken, it's locks twisted. With a few kicks, Paint managed to get the door open, and ran off into the wilds. She was relatively unscathed, apart from a few little knocks and bruises.

Hope this is alright! I can alter this. c:

[dumbass]

↠↠↠ A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.

n a m e ::
Foolish
g e n d e r ::
Filly
a g e ::
1 year and 5 months
h e r d ::
None
r a n k ::
Loner
c r u s h ::
None
m a t e ::
None
f o a l / s ::
None.
p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n ::
Foolish is still a small filly, looking more like a foal than a yearling. She has large hazel eyes, a dishy face and large round hears, which hook inward at the tips. Her snout is dusty a light charcoal brown which flares out to white on the ends, as are her legs. But her fur is a chocolate-coffee color, not exactly bay but not exactly a chestnut. Her tail isn't long and whispy like any of the other foals, although it is often flagged out in an energetic manner. Her mane and tail are dark brown, almost black.
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Foolish is as her name suggest; a spunky little filly with quite the personality, always into everything and always wanting to be involved. She is curious of everything, and a bit naive. But despite this, she is friendly and bonds to others quite quickly.
h i s t o r y ::
Her exact history is fuzzy. Her mother was a lone mare, killed off by a cougar in spring. She's just recently been roaming on her own.

[Re b e l]

Angel::
I pin my ears back at the black stallion. "There was no need to kill him. Youre a monster", I spit at him. I seek out the mother of the foal and fire at her, words like bullets "and youre no better, you selfish filly. What mother wouldnt help her baby?" , I snap. "Is all you care about being bred and having another foal? Could you mot wait two months for your baby to wean?" I scream at her, tail swishing with fury. I know her type. I've seen it before. There's always two or three in the barn. Theyre all selfish and self centered. The stallions are often worse. I look towards Ghallad "you're brothers? What?" This seems like a family issue, but I'm there to back the buckskin.

[evixtus]

Paradise began to feel overwhelmed with the pressure of the entire valley gathering. The Appaloosa mare shut her eyes tight, tuning out the other mares who were raging on Jiro. She flared her nostrils gently. "Back up!" She screeched at a mare who came forwards. The presence of more horses would freak the colt out even more. She hated using violence, but she swatted her tail, bucking at the mare that had come close to Royal. "You'll scare him." She turned to Angel, all four hooves on the ground. "There is no need to blame her! He is the one that caused this, and he did this to show that he was dominant." Her delicate ears pressed against her skull. "Do not yell at this mare."