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Phantom Menace
Phantom
Stallion
8 years
0 mares
0 mares covered

Phantom grazed silently, now and then releasing a soft nicker alarming mares of his presence. He wanted mares this year, that was one thing he was going to have if he had to fight for them just to have mares. He'd leave it a bit longer see if he picked up lone mares other wise he was going to start snaking mares from younger males herds which would be easy. The 8 year old handsome palomino stallion called out gently, if nothing happened he might get agro. The stallion kept an eye on the fire in the distance but ignored it as it was no problem to him.

Phantom Masquerade
Masquerade
Mare
8 years
In heat||Stage 2
No stallion

Masquerade looked up as a colt nudged her, ears pinned she did what every other mare would do to a foal that wasn't there, she turned around and shoved him away snorting softly at him. Every mare would do that, so it wasn't as though she was being cruel to him even if in her nature it was to be cruel and cold she didn't hate foals. She looked to the other mare barely making her figure through the smoke, ears pinned she blinked before turning around and cantering off not caring if they both followed. She just wanted out of the smoke.

Masquerade wasn't one to speak much, so she didn't reply to the young colt who greeted her, even if that seemed rude, she did not care.

Bite the Bullet
Bull
Stallion
14
0 mares
0 mares covered

The male screeched and as Illusion took off Bull bit into his side ripping the flesh before wathing the fool run off trying to stall him. INstead he turned around and trotted back to Illusions mares and continued to snake them, one ears pinned back the other listening for the stallion to keep him away. the blood dripped from his side, his chen a little sore, but due to the adrenaline, he ignored it. The male wasn't worried about losing, he'd kill the young male if need be, so it be best he back off sonner rather than later before he was really injured. Bull pinned his ears and nipped the mares snaking them away from illusion, ignoring his stalling, and ignoring his mock.

(well.. bull is clearly getting no where with illusions herd... huff)

[paradise,]

} ;; uh, that's not my fault.. Laine is already gone and Gyspum is inactive so..

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L A I N E
With;; no one
Status;; in heat
Herd;; illusion's
Feeling;; panicked
Where;; the beach
Tagged;; everyone

Laine's eyes were rolling white as she looked round at the others, she kept calling out for her two lost herd mates until she had finally had enough.
Laine raced to the edge of the herd and looked around, the fire still bright and hot, the flames stinging her eyes and the fumes burning her nose. She then looked back to the big herd before bolting into the woods. Laine galloped deeper into the forest until flames surrounded her, she called for Illusion once again in hopes that he could hear. Just then she saw an opening in the fire and jumped through.
Now she could hear the distant waterfall and prayed that Illusion was still there, safe from the flames and that terrible bachelor whom she hoped had fled.

A A R E N
With;; titan
Status;; in heat
Herd;; titan's
Feeling;; alert
Where;; the beach
Tagged;; everyone

Unfortunately no, I haven't. Aaren knew that if they hadn't been spotted by now that the fire had surely taken them, she sighed and lowered her head, feeling tired. Aaren then layed down on the cool sand and looked around, hoping she could hear a familiar whinny or voice.
Then she looked back up at Titan, she wondered if the whole leading incident was a one time thing or if she was now the lead mare, since Titan hadn't the time before to decide nor did Aaren have the time to finish the fight with Jewel.

{{WB sorry

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

[sorry guys. My hectic life has been getting in the way. I hope to be more active soon.]

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} ;; uh, that's not my fault.. Laine is already gone and Gyspum is inactive so..

(no no, that's not what i meant, I didn't mean it was, I was just mentioning how I was now stuck with what to do, might just pull bull away)

[Promiscuous.]

(You might as well.... )

[A N C H O R L E S S]

Sarah~Page 37
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Mare
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Age: 20
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Herd: None Yet
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Breed: appaloosa
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ғoalѕ: Sammy
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Location: Valley
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Mood:
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Tags:
Blue, Titan

Sarah watched helplessly as her colt struggled to battle with life. The fire and smoke brought him to his knees. She screamed to the lingering forest, searching for any and all help. her head fell at the same speed her colts body collapsed, she tried to crup his neck as he went down. But it slipped from her grasp. Causing his head to make a thump in the water. She frantically nudged his nostrils up out of the water, she let her self collapse to the cold water beside him, she would rather die with him then let him do it alone. She looked up to the lonely forest one last time, throwing her head in the air as she cried, before looking back down to her dying colt.

Samiture (Sammy)~Page 37
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Colt
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Age: 3 months
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Herd: None Yet
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Breed: appaloosa
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ғoalѕ:
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Location:
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Mood:
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Tags: Sarah

Sammy jumped to the side as he watched the mare aggressively nudge him. Her hooves filled his ears as she turned on her haunches and was gone before he could say more. He stood for a while with his mother, his eyes grew panicky by the minuet as more and more smoke filled his lungs. He cocked his head to the side, curious of why she ran that way. He stood in the water, his pelt began to burn his skin as the fire rushed closer, the heat making its way under his lush coat of fur. He cringed, crying out to his mother, coughing loudly as the smoke filled his lungs, he screamed one last time before collapsing. His little body trembling as he laid lifeless. He heaved until his chest hurt. His mothers scent closed in, he felt her sweet touch. He closed his eyes, the cool water helping him ease into a deep sleep to rid of the pain.

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Phantom Masquereade looked back and frowned walking towards the colt she grabbed his neck softly and held him up high being a rather tall mare she was capeable of moving and keeping the foal above the ground as she went along trotting along towards a safer meadow ignoring the mare as she moved along carefully easily moving with the foal's neck in her mouth keeping it up and above the ground so she wouldn't step on it ignoring the mare if she ame after her. Ears pinned the mare finnaly made stopped and let the foal go onto the ground letting it sort it's breathing out now that there was no smoke or anything.

[The Alpha]

~кηιgнт αℓoηε ιη ηaмεsαкε - кαιη~

{ Mare
No Herd
Rank: Loner
In Heat: Stage 0
Location: In-between the
Beach and Forest
Mood: Cautious/Observant
Tags: None }

Kain slowed as she came to another hilltop and looked out towards the forest where the smoke came from. Her ears stood tall as she listened, wishing to hear the crackle of the flames just as she heard the hoof beats running from it. She could still see that beach from here, but the stallion whp'd been circling her was gone. He'd gone to protect his mares from another threat and she couldn't help but admire that a little. Only a little. Just as quickly as she had lit that candle, she snuffed it out and thought no more of it. The paint gazed out at the smoke rising from the burning trees with a kind of wonder in her eyes. She'd always found the dangerous thing like lightning, thunder and fire to be fascinating somehow.

Perhaps it had been her desire to remain alone that had made it so. Whatever it was, Kain quietly watched the scene before thoughtfully, but still watching and listening for any...company.

[Re b e l]

“you never know how strong you are... until being strong is the only choice you have.”
― Cayla Mills

n a m e ::
Dark Angel
g e n d e r ::
mare
a g e ::
three years old
h e r d ::
loner
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 ::
"I am a bay thoroughbred, Mustang x Saddlebred cross. Each of my legs are dark brown, getting darker as they go down. At the bottom is a short white sock, this appears on three of the four. My body is lighter than my legs, but not by much. I have a white star at the center of my forehead. I stand about 15.3 HH, short for what was expected of me. My tail and mane are both a shimmering black, which I am proud of. I am pure muscle, no part of me is not tight with it. I am a power house and enjoy using my strong legs to race the wind."
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
"I am the 'difficult one' the one that 'could never be tamed'. I couldn't agree more. I was stubborn, but only because it annoyed my trainer. I bucked, kicked, nipped, and reared. They payed for multiple top-notch trainers, each ended up in the same place, not around me. I behaved and pretended to like my owner, but when he seemed satisfied I would do something to make him angry, change my lead without being asked, buck when asked to pick up my pace, shy from a jump. He was promised a completely calm and submissive filly when he bought me, only to get a fiery, disobedient mare. I'm not just like this to people though, apparently all of my barn mates hate being near me. My trainers didn't give up, they pushed me hard. One was particularly bad, he tried beating me into submission. In turn, I bucked him off and reared up on him, of course I didn't land him, don't ask me why I didn't. My name was once Angel, but it was changed shortly after my training began. Nobody enjoys my company, yes it can be lonely, other times i'm glad. I hate being told what to do. That's probably why I'm alone. I don't take kindly to being second in command."
h i s t o r y ::
"From the beginning? Alright, you asked for it. My parents were high-class show horses. My mom was a racer who suffered a leg injury and was taken off the track to heal. My father was a Saddlebred who just happened to be showing in the town my mother was healing in. It was a bad idea, but my previous owner bought a breeding from the owner of the saddlebred's owner. So, after 10 months, I was born. They had expected me to be very tall, considering my mother was 16hh and my father was 17.2hh. I was very small, but much prettier than they had thought I was going to be. I was bought shortly after I was weaned. My new owner immediately started training me for show jumping and dressage. I hated it and disobeyed every command I was given. They wanted me to trot, i'd gallop, they wanted me to pivot, i'd buck. I went threw several 'expert' trainers, each time ended with them saying there was no hope for me. I just laughed at them. I overheard my owner talking about sending me to auction, but then it would just have been a waste of time and money that he had spent on me. So, as a last resort, he tried working with me himself. Only for him to give up, just like the rest. He talked to the borders and trainers, asking what to do about me. 'Sell her, sell her!" was their response. So, he did. A trailer arrived a few days later to pick me up. My new owner led me out of the barn and towards the trailer. It smelled awful, cows, pigs, other horses. Too many scents. I pulled away with all my might, bucking, rearing, thrashing, until I felt slack on the other end of the line. My instinct was to run, so I did, and I never stopped."

"My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken."
― Fall Out Boy

n a m e ::
Prince of The Wind
g e n d e r ::
Stallion
a g e ::
five years old
h e r d ::
loner
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 ::
"I'm not quite sure what I am. I've been called blue, grey, speckled, flea bitten, paint, pinto. Call me what you want, just don't call me late for dinner. I guess my 'actual' color is called Blue Roan. But that doesn't explain my paint markings, I don't know, it's complicated. I have an all white face and a blue right eye. I have four socks, they go up past my knee. My tail is white at the base, then changes to black, and is finally brown by the tip and base of my tail. My mane is white and black."
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
"I guess I'm friendly? I try to be. I've been told I have a good ear for listening. I stick up for myself and only fight when I need to. I don't back down easily and I fight for what I think is right."
h i s t o r y ::
"Well it isn't that interesting. I was born to a small herd in the crook of two mountains. My fathers name was King of The Wind, so I was named after him. As I got older I was seen as a threat and my father kicked me out of the herd. It happens to every wild born colt so I didn't feel to bad. Basically I've been alone for the last three years, yes I've made friends along the way, but none have stuck around for long. "