i'm free [wild horse RP, semi-lit closed]

[dodobird959]

[Fine with me. I just thought I'd squeeze in a last reply before the skip c; ]

➳ Horse of the constellations ✯
✯Dallas - ✯Stallion - ✯Four - ✯Navigator - ✯Single

The brindle figure decided to rest his tired legs and sore ankles, so he approached the shore and lay down just like Secret, but without the 'pillow' of rocks and pebbles to keep his head up. Instead, he still faced the flames, watching with interest and sorrow. The river was up to his chest as he lay, his dark eyes reflecting the flames and thinking back on what had happened. Racing into a fiery trap, leaping over the flames, and escaping to run with the mare to the safety of the river, long strides as he had shot as fast as a rocket, or so he thought. Of course he could not go that fast, but with all the work he had done he almost felt like he was going at the speed of lightening, and his hooves rumbling like thunder. He let out a soft sigh, what a disaster this day was turning out to be. All except one thing... He glanced over to the mare, watching her for just a moment, insuring that there were no dangers to her. The river seemed relatively calm where they were resting, so the risk of drowning was pretty much nothing, for the currents would have to be extremely strong to pull them deep into the water from the shallow embankments they were laying in.
His eyes returned to the forest, no longer green but a swirl of orange and red, blending into a black sky, thick with smoke that no one could breath. His eyes watered and again, remembering the way the air stung. These were not crying tears, but really just tears from the needle-like pain the thick 'fog' had given him. He shuddered at the thought of not jumping those flames, being consumed and killed in a smoldering death. He watched as small "v"s in the sky flew away, the birds in the distance had cut through the black clouds and tried to reach the light blue colour it once was moments before. He watched deer flee, and small little specks in the distance, mice, marmots, and rabbits, abandon their homes and dens from the attack. What had started the angry source of heat? Who could know? Dallas shook his head softly to rid himself of these thoughts, and turned away from the flames. It was too painful to watch any more animals race away, for all he could think about was the number of those trapped, and the burning feeling they'd have until their bodies would turn to ashes.

[nicolettexx]

(So we're all okay with the time skip? If we are, I'll explain it a bit and I'll start the first post if nobody wants to.
So I was thinking that maybe they could meet each other somehow, and they can start discussing what they are supposed to do, where they are supposed to go, etc. And while that's happened, Disaster can figure out which role fits each horse, and then can assign them. And they can either prove their role or they don't have to, we'll probably just see what happens from there.. And if anybody comes up with anything to add, or anything better than this, feel free to post it cx)

[lynettetan1]

(Im fine with the timeskip as well. )

[Quitting1015]

( I`m totally fine with it :3 )

[nicolettexx]

(I'll start us off c: I'm assuming the two mares are still with Disaster? And I'll wait to post for Cherokee c:)

'ＷＨＡＴ Ａ ＤＩＳＡＳＴＥＲ'
[name: disaster ] ♛ [with: a few horses] ♛ [where: he doesn't know exactly.. ]

Disaster slowed down when he reached a meadow, a meadow far away from the burning forest, which was now actually destroyed. He was just thankful to even get out alive, because he could've, well they could've, been easily killed by the flames. Fire could do some.. very harmful things, obviously. So he was quite lucky he even got out without many burns or scratches on his body. He turned his head to look at the two mares, he was mainly making sure the hurt mare didn't get even more hurt. "Are you both alright? We'll have to find another place to stay.. But I have no idea how we'll manage to do that," he said, looking around the area, it was mostly just field. Also, it didn't really seem like any other horses were in sight, which kind of made him worry, that they were the only horses left.

[lynettetan1]

(Dodobird, I'm gonna say that during the timeskip they were traveling along the river, sorry for powerplaying a little, so if you have something else in mind, please tell me. XD )

Elusive Secret

As Secret waded through the water, which was now at knee height, flames licked the side of the bank. The flames were just a little above knee height now, but she did not attempt to jump. She had a pretty good idea that it might just singe her underside. As she walked, herbs gripped firmly in her jaws, she made sure the herbs were wet, and far, far away from the fires.

As she travelled, Secret glanced to the brindle stallion wading along the river with her. When she'd awoken, the flames had started to get dangerously high, so they started moving in the river, almost enveloped by flames. The water kept them safe, though. They'd travelled for a while now, and the flames had died down, but they could still go a little further yet before they attempted a jump. But as she looked at the stallion, she was watching for another thing. As soon as they'd started moving, and the water was lower than his underside, she'd applied some of her herbs to his rump and belly. They were clean wounds, thank goodness, though the rump had a little bit of an infection, it cleared away with some water. However, they stung, and younger horses often had the tendency of trying to secretly rub or wash it off. So, she watched him carefully with her brown eye, whilst her blue one watched the flames and the road ahead. If any, his leg wounds would have to wait. But the leg ones were minor, and probably healing already. The stomach and rump were scabbing over nicely too, to form a protective layer over the wound. Soon enough he would be healed. And her job would be done, and the two could part ways.

However, strangely enough, Secret wasn't feeling irritated, like she probably would be, at this time. It had been a few days or so, and honestly he'd been mighty nice about her and her stubborness. He accepted that she didn't talk much, even. Or at all. Deciding that that was worthy of a name, at least, Secret broke the silence, finally starting to crack. "Elusive Secret. That's my name. But Secret's fine." Her voice was soft, melodic, not at all sounding like what would come out of the strong willed mares mouth. Her voice didn't sound assertive at all, like it didn't belong to the mare's character, and was a little hoarse. But that was because she rarely used it.

With that, the mare continued moving. She could speak fine, even with the herbs in her jaws, but that was only because she'd used quite a few. That worried her actually, but she'd probably have enough to roughly finish healing him, and that made her feel a little pleased. She'd estimated the amount to bring well.

[eventer.]

ｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅｙ ｔａｌｋｅｄ ｏｆ

ＲＥＶＯＬＵＴＩＯＮ

➽ Revolution
➽ Stallion
➽ 3 years old
➽ The energetic
➽ No crush
➽ Tagged- Disaster, Wish, Blue Jay

Revolution had given up on finding the other horses he had heard over the roar of the fire, writing it off as some figment of his imagination, his mind playing tricks on him, perhaps caused by a combination of utter loneliness and smoke inhalation. He had left the burning forest far behind but continued to gallop on until he reached a large meadow, where he slowed to a steady canter, then a trot, and eventually a walk. Even the energetic three-year-old was bound to wear himself out after flat out running for several miles, especially when thick smoke was clogging his lungs for a period of that time. The thought of the smoke reminded him that he was desperate for a cool drink to comfort his parched, burning throat. It also made him think of the ash that coated his body, making the grey appear nearly black. He gave himself a good shake, letting some of the ash fly off his body, revealing a bit more of his dappled coat. He supposed he should consider himself lucky that he escaped the devastating fire alive and without any major injuries. He was covering in minor burns, especially along his stomach and sides, but they were not serious; he doubted he would even have noticable scars as long as he didn't aggravate them. They did not feel pleasant at that moment in time, however. Finally, Revol stopped focusing on his burns and continued on in search of a stream or pond to quench his thirst. What he found in that meadow was much better. He could see three smudges not too far away that could have easily been horses. At first, he shook it off, thinking that the smoke had addled with his brain. But he glanced back up and they were still there. When the wind shifted, he could smell them as well- the scents of a stallion and two mares. Too excited to thick logically or even remember his quest for water, along with his aching fatigue, Revolution took off toward the trio at a canter. He had to restrain himself from throwing a joyous buck in case the others he could see would not approve of his childish tendencies and would ridicule him before he had even introduced himself. In an attempt to force himself to remain calm, he slowed to a walk and lowered his head dutifully, eying the massive black stallion. One of the mares appeared to be injured, based on the way the others were supporting her. But when he opened his mouth to speak, his thrill came rushing out like a river pouring over a waterfall, and even then he was holding back from his usual behavior. "Did you get caught in the fire, too? It was horrible. I escaped and came here. My name's Revolution. My friends call me Revol. Nobody's called me that in a long time..." His voice trailed off, and he snuck a glance up at the others. Did they like him? Perhaps he seemed a bit overenthusiastic. He was told that a lot, nearly every time he met someone, and that was when they were sugarcoating it and not calling him worse things. Shaking his negative thoughts away, he quickly continued. "Who are you?" He didn't direct it at any horse in particular, but threw the question out to them all, hoping somebody would answer and he would be able to stay.

[Quitting1015]

- Sorry for the un-neat reply, SUPER busy -




Final Fantasy;


After the fire, she had been lost. When she heard talking from what seemed to be horses, she approached. Her coat was all black from the flames, and the tips of her tail and mane were burned off. "Everyone alright? "She asked gently. Final knew nobody knew her, but she was just checking.



- Sorry! It is like, super late, And I am busy and tired -

[nicolettexx]

(Sorry, I'll be replying soon!)

[dodobird959]

[I am deeply sorry for the late reply. I hope you can forgive me c:
lynettetan1 That's perfectly fine :3]

➳ Horse of the constellations ✯
✯Dallas - ✯Stallion - ✯Four - ✯Navigator - ✯Single

Tstallion's coat was sleek and his back was dry, for he had stayed at knee-height in the water by Secret's side, and because of the passing time his head, neck, and back we clean and no longer held water. When Secret had rested, he too had taken a break but dared not to close his eyes. As the flames grew, their only choice was to start moving again. Even though now the flames had began to settle, Dallas's eyes glowed the orange reflection and stared at the burned leaves and branches, and all the grass that let the fire burn until it could burn no more. Once again his eyes flashed to the forest, the darkened-with-ash trees blended into the smoldering sky, as if the air itself were burning. Usually, Dallas would expect a storm from these charcoal clouds. However, he knew perfectly well it was the cause of the fire and there was nothing to worry about. Other than the fire, that it. He looked up where the sun had been consumed and he could barely detect a glint of light shining through the thick doom-clouds. He groaned softly, quietly mourning for all the terror all the animals endured. He knew how many had lost their lives in the worst fate; being burned to death. The squirrels would have scampered up the trees for safety, only to be drenched in flames and fall with the once living trees. The rabbits would take cover in their dens, deer would flee. Please, thought Dallas let all of them flee. The forest is no longer safe. His eyes returned to the ground as he stared at his reflection, broken by the swirls of water as he walked in deep thought. "And those who are lost, may they rest in peace." He said, so quietly. He didn't mind if Secret heard or not, for truly he was mourning in the loss of the lives. They were lucky to escape.

Even though the flames were dying like the others it had taken down with it, concern never left Dallas's eyes. He'd be calm once the last spark disappeared and insured there was no more danger, just the wreckage of the tragedy.
As they moved, the stallion's belly rubbed the inside of his legs with each step, as normally with any horse. But this made his woulds sting, and at first he cringed with each movement. He knew it was better than before, the herbs were helping and he didn't want the mare's work to go to waste. So, he walked funny, almost waddling, so that he would not disturb the herbs that would heal him. He lifted his head and looked to the mare when she spoke. Her voice caught him surprised, it was unlike many other horses he had met. It was beautifully melodic, and he smiled gently to her as he listened to her words. "Elusive Secret." He repeated, hoping she didn't mind that he didn't just say 'Secret'. "That's such a pretty name." He said, tilting his head slightly to one side, showing interest.

As they continued walking, he decided to think about some positive things from the fire. Most had escaped, and the remains of trees will make Spring more remarkable when new saplings and plants would flourish. Scanning the land that was untouched by flames, he noticed a few horses. "Hmm." He hummed, almost silently as he became curious.