ωє. αяє. fяєє. {иσω α¢¢єρтιиg}

[autumn,]

ωєℓ¢σмє. тσ. ωє. αяє. fяєє.

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The stories we hear about how the West was won are all lies. The history of the West was written by the horse. Wherever a settler left his footprint there was a hoof print beside it. Men came further and further west to stake their claim on the great American wilderness. But they encountered a strength that couldn't be tamed - wild horses. Mustangs. The settlers called them parasites that would strip the land and starve their own herds. They couldn't domesticate them so they destroyed them. Isolated and hungry, they were on their way to disappearing from the face of the earth. Sometimes when the light disappears an afterimage remains - just for a second. Mustangs are an afterimage of the West, no better then ghosts, hardly there at all. No one really wants them, not ranchers, not city people - that's their destiny. Let them disappear once and for all, along with all the other misfits, loners, and relics of a wilderness no one cares about anymore. Lucky for us a few mustangs survived, hidden away in the mountains. The mustangs that did survive became even more wild, hurting humans without hesitation. After many people were hurt everyone agreed to leave the mustangs alone. Now, they are truly, FREE....
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Hello and Welcome to ωє. αяє. fяєє. As you probably have guessed, this is a wild horse roleplay. This is a semi- lit roleplay so, here are some rules.

.яυℓєѕ.

✖Never go more than two pages without me.
✖Be nice to the other members.
✖Please try to write 2+ sentences per post.
✖Do not use bad language.
✖Use your own form, but please make it fancy! I love fancy forms!
✖When mating or birthing, fade.
✖If you fight with other people in the RP, PM me if you need help.
✖When in OOC use [{(~~)}] or bold.

[autumn,]

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.тнє нєя∂ѕ.
None yet

.тнє вα¢нєℓσя ѕ.
Thunderstruck
Spartacus
Dark
Midnight
Versailles

.тнє мαяєѕ.
Moonlight
Rapunzel
Blizz
Ice
Andro
Aerith
Rouge
Lily

.тнє fσαℓѕ.
None

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.тнє ℓαи∂.

✖.тнє ναℓℓєу.-This is one of the most popular places among all the horses. Although there are quite a few predetors around.
✖.тнє ¢σνє.-This is the safest place that any horse can have access to. There are almost no predators and only few horses know about it.
✖.тнє мєα∂σω.- This meadow is full of green, nutritious grass that all horses love to eat, but there are lots of predators so watch out!
✖.тнє тαℓℓ gяαѕѕ мєα∂σω.-This is very similar to the regular meadow except it has taller grass, that is ideal for keeping and hiding newborn foals while their mothers graze. Most popular spot for mares and foals.

[autumn,]

Name➡
Age➡
Gender➡
Personality➡
Ranking over the herds➡
History➡
Mares➡
Foals➡

Thunderstruck
6 years
Stallion
Protective over his mares and foals| Doesn't take anything from other stallions|Hard headed
He is the lead stallion around here
RPO
He is always looking for mares
None yet, that will change.

Name➡
Age➡
Gender➡
Personality➡
Ranking over the herds➡
Foals➡
Stallion➡

Moonlight
4 years
Mare
Stubborn| Difficult to catch| Sweet most times{Unless your a stallion}
Just a normal made
None
I'm free and alone

[autumn,]

иσω α¢¢єρтιиg

[autumn,]

.вυмρ.

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.вυмρ.

[autumn,]

.вυмρ.

[eventing.]

Ｔｈｅ Ｎｉｇｈｔ'ｓ Ｆａｌｌ

►►Username
_red_roan_jumper_

►►Name
Ｔｈｅ Ｎｉｇｈｔ'ｓ Ｆａｌｌ

►►Nickname
Ｓｐａｒｔａｃｕｓ

►►Age
7 years

►►Gender
Stallion

►►Breed
Thoroughbred

►►Height
16.1hh

►►Foals
none

►►History
Spartacus has been training to be a race horse at the age of two. The great grand colt of Secretariat he was expected to be a great racehorse. Winning his first 5 races at the age of three his owner thought it was time to kick his training up a notch. Every other day he was worked and every weekend he was raced against bigger stallions. Sure he won over half the races, but his owner still thought of him a worthless. When Spartacus was five years old he was put up against the best horses at the Preakness Stakes. He was able to get 3rd place and win some money. His owner later put him into the Kentucky Derby, this was the race that ended his career.

It was the finale legs of the race. Spartacus was in first and he was running his hardest. His jockey continued to push him, but the black stallion could no longer lengthen his stride and propel himself foreword. He felt a sharp pain in his front left cannon bone. He couldn't continue to run and he fell. His jockey jumped off him and the other horses paced. Fortunately the other horses had time to yield around them. Vets ran out as Spartacus stood back up slowly and weakly. He later was diagnosed with Bucked Shins and retired. He went through treatment, but the vets said he will never be able to race again. His owners let him go.

►►Personality
Spartacus is an honorable stallion that looks down on others and he always holds his head up high. He is brave and will rarely back down from anything which made him a good race horse. Due to his history as an ex-racehorse he has amazing stamina and speed. He sometimes bites more than he can chew and will become embarrassed easily. His honorable attitude will get in the way of what is really important to him. He will sometimes hurt others feeling without knowing.

Ｒａｐｕｎｚｅｌ

►►Username
_red_roan_jumper_

►►Name
Ｒａｐｕｎｚｅｌ

►►Nickname
Ｒａｐｕｎｚｅｌ

►►Age
4 years

►►Gender
Mare

►►Breed
Hanoverian

►►Height
15.3hh

►►Foals
none

►►History
Rapunzel was born at a breeding farm from two Hanoverian parents. She was going to be used for eventing however they lost her dam after Rapunzel was weaned at six months to colic. Saddened by the lost of a good mare they had Rapunzel take her place. At the young age of two they started using her as a broodmare. Every foal however ended in a miscarriage so she never had one. The stable no longer wanted her and she was sent to a rescue. The fence that held her in broke and that was her chance to escape.

►►Personality
Let's face it Rapunzel is a mare. Stubborn, uncooperative, and pushy the palomino is a nightmare. She is known to bite and should always be watched if your around her. She will try every trick in the book to get out of work. She tends to push other horses around when she wants something, but is somewhat gentle about it. She dislikes being alone and has some trust issues. However if anyone or anything is lucky enough to get to get close to her she is loyal and has a beautiful spark about her.

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{Accepted, nice form!}

[FireFilly]

• Name: Golden Blizzard
• Nickname: Blizz
• Age: 4
• Gender: Mare
• Foals: None
• Stallion: No one yet
• Height: 16.1hh

• Coat: Palomino Blanket Appaloosa
• Mane and Tail: Creamy white
• Eyes: Deep brown
• Dam: Summer Snowstorm
• Sire: Frozen Desire
• Breed: Appaloosa x Mustang
• Other? Nope

» personality; Blizz is a smart and lively young mare, she is bold, confident and very stubborn. Although not mean, Blizz can be bossy at times, and does like to be the one in charge, but she is patient at the same time. Blizz is about equal with her flaws and strengths, she is never shy and very outgoing, some would say she was fearless but Blizz knows that isn't true. The mare is quite afraid of lighting, it reminds her of the time she was separated from her birth herd in a savage storm that rocked the night. The youngster is gutsy and brave usually, but useless and small in storms.

» history; Apart from the raging storm that took the spotted horse from her herd Blizz's history is about as exciting as a rock and not some fancy multicoloured rock more like a dull grey stone, no different to all the others dotted along the sand. Blizz spent a good year months frolicking and playing by her herd and dam's side, and by then she was on to eating grass but she still couldn't fend for herself very well. It had been a gloriously sunny day before nightfall when a harsh cold rain suddely came falling from the darkening sky. A small rain soon turned to a heavy rain which proceeded into a savage storm. Trees blew frantically and the wind raged like an angry bull. The small filly was already quite frightened but then she lost her way and wandered mindlessly into the storm and away from her herd. Alone and terrified the filly jumped at every sound, she knew the dangers if being alone. A young filly, in the dark, helpless in a storm, any predator would be over the moon to find her. When the storm finally ended, it was morning Blizz was badly shaken up, eventually her herd found her and Blizz was relieved. Ever since then her terror of storms had not moved an inch. Other than that her history is pretty bland, she left her herd when she was two and spent some time in a few different herds until now where she roams as a lone mare. For now...

• Show Name; Dark Light
• Nickname; Dark
• Age; 6
• Gender; Stallion
• Foals; None yet
• Mares; None yet
• Height; 16.1hh

• Coat; Buckskin spotted blanket
• Mane and Tail; Black
• Eyes; Dark brown
• Breed; Mustang x Appaloosa
• Dam; Painted World
• Sire; Keeping Promises
• Other; nope!

» personality; Dark is a very smart and kind stallion, he is not fearful but would rather avoid fights than get it to them. He definitely cares about his mares, and knows it is his duty to keep them safe. Dark is a very loyal and reliable stallion, his expressions and tones are easy to read, when he is serious he looks and sounds serious. Dark is a very peaceful horse, and doesn't want to fight or make enemies. He doesn't like to snake mares and would much rather court them, especially since he knows some picky mares can really hold a grudge against a stallion.
» history; Dark's history isn't exactly exciting. In fact, not much has happened in Dark's short life, only the usual life of a horse. He was born in a small her of about three mares and of course a stallion. For awhile he was the only foal until a timid young filly called Selene was born, after that Dark had a little more fun, the two easily became friends and would play together happily, until one day Selene wandered off, and she didn't return. Poor Dark was heartbroken, by the time Selene had gone he was already about to turn two, so he decided it was time to leave his birth herd and start one of his own. So he left, and at first being a loner was tough, there weren't even any bachelor stallions around to stay with. Instead Dark roamed alone, hoping to find a mare to court, he had never liked snaking. For him it was a last resort. He had seen how some mares acted when snaked. Finally his first mare, a little roan called Moon joined his tiny herd, and from there Dark started to gain more mares for his herd. But most were soon snaked away by larger, older and more powerful stallions so Dark was left alone. He had a few herds since then, but now he's a loner again. Hopefully not for long...

• Name: Momentarily Frozen
• Nickname: Ice
• Age: 5
• Gender: Mare
• Foals: None
• Stallion: No one yet
• Height: 15.2hh

• Coat: Pinto
• Mane and Tail: Creamy white
• Eyes: Deep brown
• Dam: Living In The Moment
• Sire: Cold Light
• Breed: Mustang cross
• Other? Nope

» personality; Ice is a reserved and quiet mare, she is very sensible and sweet but often nervy, reluctant and unsure. She has always been a very responsible and smart horse, and she was never very talkative, she's not shy just quiet. Ice doesn't like to share her thoughts or opinions in case she gets punished by the other horses. She only opens up to her close friends, and she has some interesting stories to tell, that's if she decides to tell them to you. Ice is quite low in the pecking order due to her quiet and calm behaviour, she has always accepted being dominated by horses of higher ranks then her and has never fought or tried to be lead mare. Ice loves foals, she's never had one before but she had always envied the mares that had little versions of them bouncing around at their heels.

» history; This pinto mare has had quite a rough past with an equal amount of good and bad memories. She has tried not to let the hard times change her personality, but even though she tried, they have affected her. It all starts when Ice was a young filly, she was much different to the mare she is now, back then she was bubbly, outgoing and confidant, but still completely dependant on her dam. She didn't know of the harsh world, and saw only adventures and fun to be had, then hard reality struck her in the face. One night, when it was pouring with heavy rain and the clouds were pitch black in the night lay a pinto mare dying in the grass. Ice's dam. The young filly rushed over as did the herd and Ice's sire but there was nothing to be done for the poor mare. Ice's confidence and excited personality almost disappeared and was soon replaced with quietness and fear. She was old enough to survive without her mothers milk but still needed her protection. She had the herd, and the old mares did watch over her but the young foal remained fearful.

When she was almost two years old she left her birth herd and was swooped into another band almost immediately. The lead stallion was nice enough but Ice wasn't happy, she felt left out, all of the other mares were nothing like her and they were almost always grumpy. Her stallion ignored her a lot too, he spoke to the mares that came up to him, but never to the ones that stayed back, which at the times was only Ice.

After a few months of being unhappy in that herd, a shy and tense mare quite like Ice came along. Her name was Aponi, and she wore faded markings that Ice had never seen before. The curious part of Ice came back to life, and she was determined to find out what those old marks were. Ice and Aponi became friends easily, they were so alike it was hard for them not to become friends. Soon Aponi willingly told her story, and Ice was amazed. Aponi was painted by these two legged creatures she called humans, she told Ice that they would sit on her back, and paint her many colours, and all the symbols meant something different, she had runaway one night though, she hadn't actually meant to but she spooked and got lost. Ice was fascinated, and listening to Aponi's stories made Ice's herd life much better. Then another tragedy struck.

After almost a year in that herd, everything was blown apart by a bad storm. The rain was blinding and stung the scared mare's eyes like a million bees. Everything was dark, and horses were constantly tripping, bumping into one another and getting stuck in the thick sludge that the once solid ground had become. Aponi, Ice, the mares, and the lead stallion were all separated. Ice took shelter in a nearby small cave which she stayed in for many nights. When the sun finally peeked out from behind those horrible black clouds, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Ice wandered out fearfully, afraid to be alone and without the ones who had protected her.There were no sounds around her, only silence. And there were no other horses, the large meadow was completely empty. Ice couldn't smell predators, but there was bound to be something lurking in the dark woods that bordered the grassy area.

For awhile Ice just stayed there, eating and drinking, and staying alive, but she was terrified and lonely. Every night she feared for her night. Her dam had told her before she had died that a lone horse was a dead horse. Back then Ice didn't listen but now she couldn't get the thought out of her head. She knew she should toughen up but she couldn't that wasn't her any more.

Then, after spending a long while staying in the clearing, a loud rustling noise sent Ice bolting straight into the woods. For a long time to mare dashed around and over trees and fallen logs until finally she came to a small stream. She stopped before it, exhausted after her run, she dipped her pretty brown nose into the cool, fresh water and drank peacefully. There were only a few more trees across the stream before the forest stopped and opened up into a large open grassland dotted with wild flowers and horses grazing. That's where Ice was going...