Polaris Cliff ll Mustang RP ll Accepting

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Breaking through the thick, straw like grass, they leap with promise. Wild flowers grow free within the roots of the grasses. Their manes are ratted with sticks and mud, and tail of weeds and torn. Spotted ones play with the colors of nature, and tease mother nature. The bold stallion that roams through the smaller horses, is know as their proctor. He's not afraid. He dares to take challenges and risks to keep the others safe. Foals leap and play in the softer grasses, letting out high nickers. They bed only when their mothers ask of them. Some will die, but like each spring like before new will be born. Meadows will be filled with the most wonderful creatures. New trying to stand on their weak legs, while the yearlings dart between the mares. Young colts will either obey their leader, or set off to start over. Fillies will be snaked by outside bachelors, or fought for by their line stallion. Winter will freeze the land, and turn everything to ice. The herd will track through the snow, leaving paths of hoof prints. Only to melt the snow in the end again to spring. Seasons will change them. Wolves and lions will challenge them. Humans will ruin them. It's a dangerous life they live, but they are by far the strongest animals to touch earth. They laugh at pain. They will not back down. They are Wild Horses.

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X Spring. The time of the greatest change. It brings life back to earth. The snow has melted, and the ground is blooming with grasses again. Heavily in foaled mares will give birth, and teach their young the ways of the earth. Young horses will turn to mares and stallions, and search for a home. Stallions will go mare mad, and fight day to day for new mares. In the end mares will be put back into foal. Spend the rest of spring fatting up.

Summer. Reaching the full heat again. The grasses will dry and the land will turn to fire. Late mares will too return into foal. They however keeping raising their new young, strengthen them for the winter to come. They strip the land of nutrients. They cover land after land over days. Seeking more food, while quickly moving higher up the mountain.

Fall. In a race to run from winter, they weave down the mountain towards the valley. Grown of grasses and fresh food again, they take the time to fatten up more. Bands join bands, and most stallions drop their guard. They will only have one true leader in the end. That one stallion that leads them through the harsh winter. Bringing them all back into spring once more.

Winter. The earth is turned to ice. Covered in a thick blanket of white snow. The horses follow the same paths over and over to water and back home again. They hide within the valley caves, leaving each morning to feed and take in fresh air. The cold usually turns the young a little crazy, leading to rears and bucks. They enjoy some fun, but the winter can be harsh. And some will not make it to spring.

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>Be active; don't join than never return.
>You make your own form; make it nice.
>Forms can be as big as you want, just include important stuff.
>You don't need to write a history, unless it's important to the horse.
>Hope you like writing; you should have a detailed packed paragraph each post.
>No, I'm not going to tell you how many sentence you need to write, but a paragraph.
>This isn't a starter role play; I'm sorry but this role play is for advanced role players.
>The band stallion breeds all his mares; each mare over three should go into foal each year.
>The lead stallion, which is me, is the strongest of all the band stallions he becomes the leader during winter.
>We like drama; but don't make wolf attacks everyday.
>No perfect horses; w all have weaknesses.
>There should be more mares than stallions; you are allowed at most two stallions.
>There isn't a limit to the number of characters you can have; but they must all be active.
>Horses die; there shouldn't be miracle living stories for all of them.
>Seasons will change every two or three weeks.
>Have fun!

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For horses.

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Turtle.

{Gender}
Stallion.

{Age}
Five.

{Color}
Dapple Bay.

{Height}
16.1 hands.

{Rank}
Lead Stallion.

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Full Name::
"My name is Independence."
Nicknames::
"I have no nicknames."
Age::
"I am three years young."
Gender::
"I am most certainly a mare."
Breed::
"I am a purebred Mustang."
Eye Color::
"I have dark brown eyes."
Pelt Color
"I have a dark Palomino coat and a white mane and tail."
Height:
"I am 13 hands high."
Herd:
"I am not in a herd."
Rank:
"I am a lone mare."
Foals:
"I have not born any foals."
Other:
"I am currently in heat."

Full Name::
"My full name is Phoenix, have a problem?"
Nicknames::
"I have no nicknames."
Age::
"I am 5 years old."
Gender::
"I'm a mare! Are you blind?"
Breed::
"I am part Arabian and part Mustang."
Eye Color::
"I have black eyes."
Pelt Color
"I am a rich red color with a slightly lighter mane."
Height:
"I am 15.5 hands high."
Herd:
"I don't have a herd."
Rank:
"I am a lone mare."
Foals:
"I've never had any foals"
Other:
"I am currently in heat but I just dare you to try and get me."

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Name ::
Dusty Rose
Gender ::
Mare
Age ::
3 Years
Herd ::
None
Rank ::
Lone Mare
Physical Appearance ::
She is a mare of medium height, standing at precisely 15 hands high, with a well proportioned body. She has a decent amount of muscles scattered across her body, for a mare that is, although her hooves are a bit smaller than they should be. Her coat color is buckskin, which is a light, yellowish-tan, that has both black and white markings in it.Oh yes, and, true to her breed, she has a slight roman nose.
Personality ::
Rose is a very stubborn mare, that is one thing that is certain. When her mind is set on something, it is close to impossible to change. She has a feisty character, whether she is in or not in heat, she uses the fact that she is a mare to her advantage, finding it fun to play with a stallion. If he can put up with her long enough, not blowing his top and just leaving, but not becoming too aggressive, she will stay with him. She wants to be able to feel as though she can be protected, but not be forced into anything. She has a secret sweet side that few get to see, and it is that side of her that would die for those she cares about, whether it be her herd or her foal.
Breed ::
Tennessee Walker x Mustang
Background ::
Rose's mother was bred by a bachelor in a group, who all stood by, watching as it occurred. Strangely enough, however, none of the stallions stayed with her to protect her after the breeding, like a normal bachelor would, to claim his first mare, so her mother had to survive for months on her own until she gave birth to Rose. Soon after Rose was about a year old, though, her mother fell ill during one extremely harsh winter, and died. She has been on her own ever since.
Offspring ::
None.

Name ::
Ghost Light
Gender ::
Stallion
Age ::
5 years
Herd ::
His own
Rank ::
Band Stallion(Bachelor)
Physical Appearance ::
Ghost is a rather tall stallion, standing at precisely 16.8 hands high, at the withers that is. His coat is a dapple gray, and he has four dark, charcoal gray stockings, one on each of his legs. His head is broad, his skull thick, but his forehead is flat. He is covered from head to toe in muscles, which he has worked hard at getting. He has several small scars on his back from a fight with a mountain lion when he was young, but they are dark now, healed up relatively well with time.
Personality ::
Ghost is the kind of stallion who absolutely hates other males, and is always on edge when they are around. If any dare to come near him or his herd, they will be forced away with an extreme amount of violence and screaming. Around his mares, however, he is extremely sweet, for he knows that without them, he would be unable to pass on his genes. He is, however, quite stubborn, and does not like to be turned down, so he will work for as long as it takes to get a mare to join him.
Breed ::
Andalusian x Mustang
Background ::
Ghost was born to a band Stallion, as well as his lead mare. He was the first foal that the pair had together, and has never had a very hard life. He took control of the herd from his father when the older stallion passed away, due to a cougar attack, and has been in power ever since. He was lucky, only being two at the time, and able to get a hers. However, being so young, he quickly lost them to a older stallion, and has been searching for a new one ever since.
Offspring ::
None, Yet.

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^Both accepted.

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[ When can we rp? ]

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[ When can we rp? ]

^We can start now.