( ✦ create a herd / v.3 ── )

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( ✦ stone valley herd ── )

Postby Katrione » Tue Dec 11, 2018 5:52 pm

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      The Stone Valley Herd resides in a mountain valley, which is known Yosemite National Park to humans. The first horses of the herd were originally meant to be left there as a group of semi-wild horses that the researchers could study, but over time the researchers weren't getting the information they needed and decided to just leave the herd alone.

      The herd consists of a bunch of happy-go-lucky horses who find the most dumbest things funny, which earns them odd looks almost anywhere they go. They always find see the brighter side of things and are rarely ever put down. The herd doesn't have a set belief system, instead deciding to go with the flow and take each moment as it comes. The main way these horses meet other herds is through their trading. A ton of different herbs grow throughout the valley that other herds don't usually have access too. The Stone Valley Herd trades these herbs in exchange for alliances and access to other herds grazing spots
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Wandering Spirits | Starting Post

Postby NightWolf950 » Tue Dec 11, 2018 6:13 pm

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"Family means no one gets
left behind of forgotten."

The Wandering Spirits Herd are a quiet peaceful herd who has made their home in
lush mountain valley in Italy. The herd is very accepting to any and all horses, believing
everyone deserves a second chance. The Wandering Spirits bonds are symbolized by some
blue jay feathers woven into their manes. They receive these feathers once they become
fully fledged adults and take their spot among the ranks. Their god Odayaka is well known as
The Guardian and is often referred to as both almighty father and almighty mother, as they do no have a specific gender. The Wandering Spirits Herd camp is located in a valley next to a sparkling blue lake. Next to the lake resides an abandoned building and barn that the herd has quickly found good uses for. The abandoned building being the home of the herd's healer and medical supplies. The abandoned barn being the home of the herd's mothers and future foals. The rest of the herd often sleeps outside of the entrances to the buildings to protect them from danger in the night.


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the snapdragon alliance 000

Postby ellipses » Tue Dec 11, 2018 6:18 pm

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

overview. The Snapdragon Alliance is a very serene herd who, at first, seem like gentle giants and sweethearts all around. Those found on the territory are usually welcomed in, as their matron goddess Kalmia is known for never leaving one on their own in a time of need. However, not all is as it seems, unfortunately, and the Snapdragon Alliance is simply not a herd that you should mess with. There are rumors - whispers from other herds, old wives' tales that mares tell their young to scare them - that the Snapdragon Alliance has been known to sacrifice foals to their patron god, Cereus, in exchange for their safety. But of course, these are just rumors. They're not true... Right?

origins. This herd was founded by a mare who's been a loyal follower of both Kalmia and Cereus for almost as long as she's been alive. Vervain is firm in her beliefs, and follows a strict code when it comes to her herd. The Snapdragon Alliance is to be a safehaven for those worshipers of Kalmia and Cereus - because as everyone knows, followers of Kalmia and Cereus were widely believed to be evil, treacherous horses that wouldn't hesitate to kill for their gods. But Vervain knows better than that - Kalmia and Cereus may have their darker tendencies, but the good balances out the bad quite nicely. Vervain wants the Snapdragon Alliance to be a friendly, welcoming environment to followers of Kalmia and Cereus, where they can practice their beliefs in peace.

territory. The Snapdragon Alliance resides at the crest of a large cliff which overlooks flat plains and fields. At the top of the hill, right along the edge of a cliff, a cherry blossom tree lies rooted firmly into the ground, its roots visible on the cliff-side, almost as if the cliff had been sliced in half. And in a hole in that cherry blossom tree, a single red rose rests, actually rooted into the tree. The horses call this particular tree-phenomenon "Kalmia's Blessing," and choose to go there for ancestral guidance and important ceremonies. There is also a cave at the base of the cliff, known as "Cereus's Dungeon," where traitors and prisoners of war are held until further trial.

beliefs. The horses of the Snapdragon Alliance believe in two main deities: Kalmia, the Goddess of Nature; and Cereus, God of the Moon. Kalmia focuses mostly on love and acceptance for those you keep close to yourself, while her brother, Cereus, is mainly a God of harsh punishments and no mercy to your enemies. For this reason, the Snapdragon Alliance is oftentimes viewed as selfish and unforgiving by most herds.

ranks. A few of the rankings have been modified to better fit the Snapdragon Alliance. For starters, there are two lead mares - Vervain and her mate, Shamrock. There are no lead stallions as of currently, though this is subject to change in the future. Then there is the council - a league of five horses that assist the lead mares in their decision-making. The council members each have their own subject that they specialize in, and they double as the chiefs. There is the Chief of War, the Chief of Hunting, the Chief of Defense, the Chief of Relations, and the Chief of Regulations. After them come the shamans - two horses that specialize in healing. After them are the subordinates, trainees, dams, foals, etc.

ceremonies. There are quite a few ceremonies that the Snapdragon Alliance oftentimes celebrates. First off is the "Promotion Ceremony" - all horses (except for the lead mares) first start out as subordinates, and must prove their loyalty to the herd. Once that is done and there are at least six horses in the herd (not including the lead mares), the horse in question is tasked to prove their loyalty by doing something that pertains to the position they are under consideration for. So if they're being considered as a Chief of War, the herd chooses three fighters and forces them to battle. If the applicant beats at least two out of three of their opponents, they are now the Chief of War. For Hunting, they have a day to find a suitable grazing spot for the herd; for Defense, they must defend the herd from a lured predator attack; for Relations, they must solve a mock dispute between two horses; and for Regulations, they must follow the prerequisites of knowing the herd rules inside out and being a loyal follower. There's also a type of ceremony known as "the Trial." Horses that have been kept away in Cereus's Dungeon are released for a fair trial of a jury of their peers. If they are found guilty, they have two options: they can either die by the herd's hooves; or they can go out, find a large predator, kill it, and bring it back to the herd as proof. If they fail at killing it... Well, you can guess what happens next.

Can I get this pretty lady as my founder ouo
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( ✦ elysian league )

Postby deimido » Wed Dec 12, 2018 2:57 am

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the elysian league lives deep within a dense forest known for its often foggy weather by its denizens. the herd makes their main camp in a glade, far away from hiking trails of curious humans who would dare try to disrupt the peace. they are a welcoming herd in every meaning of the word as their founder believes all equines regardless of age, breed, or otherwise deserve a home that they can be safe in. of course this isn't a complete paradise despite how much the founder would like it to be, as natural predators lurk in corners hidden by heavy fog and strike in the cover of nightfall to make a kill out of a horse who's gone astray.

[ requesting this horse as ,y founder! ]
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' ★

Postby w0ah » Wed Dec 12, 2018 10:12 am















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      NONE WHO GO INTO THE LAND OF REVENGE AND REASON EMERGE WITH SHOULDERS LIGHT OF SIN
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      Where the pine is thick with bristling needles, you’ll know where to find us; Where the river runs
      cold and laps at your hooves, you’ll know where to find us; Where the grasses of the meadow gro
      w tall and erect, you’ll know where to find us——but where the ground lifts into ridges and peaks
      , you’ll have arrived. Moscato Ridge is a lush and vibrant location nestled between neighboring v
      alleys. While the valley to the north is a thick entanglement of rocky outcrops and pine forests,t
      he valley to the south is a vast expanse of green, spotted here and there by the occasional clust
      er of shrubs and trees. Each valley, quite puzzlingly, harbors a completely different climate as c
      ompared to the other——the north becoming brilliantly cold in the winter months, whereas the s
      outh staying at a constant year ‘round. These differences, respectively, earn the valleys, or the
      gods that reside within them, their names; Torcull in the north, Èibhlin in the south. Torcull sha
      dows darkness, cold, and the moon; Èibhlin graces light, heat, and the sun. Torcull and Èibhlin h
      ave been in an everlasting war since the creation of Earth, though something blocks them from r
      eaching the other——Moscato Ridge. So instead, these warring spirits must find creative ways de
      fy the other: the sun and the moon, the seasons, night and day..all are but ways Torcull and Èib
      hlin have battlex through the centuries, all while Moscato Ridge cuts between────────────
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              ★ may i request this horse to be my founder of moscato ridge?
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Postby carpe noctem. » Wed Dec 12, 2018 1:04 pm

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    We fight for more than survival, we fight for honour. This phrase, quoted from the kingly Ravn Tyr, the first founder of the Blackfyre Summit, is a standard that the herd lives by. Horses are bound by the sacred oath that every member of the Blackfyre must recite and swear by to become a official member of the Summit, and from such words they are expected to follow a code of being regal, and demonstrating no mercy to your enemies. It is Blackfyre way to believe that fighting is more than simply means necessary to survive, and such beliefs lead to the brutal nature of this summit. Despite this, the blackfyre summit remains to be a dignified group, holding themselves with class and power. They are tactical and intelligent, proving to be useful allies once gaining strong connections with another herd. As far as appearance goes, it is common to see purebred horses in the summit, with robust, strongly built breeds like friesians, andalusians, lustanios and thoroughbreds popular. Ponies are not seen in the Blackfyre Summit, and are heavily frowned upon. Ponies rarely, if ever, are able to join the herd, most are often chased out or killed if seen on their territory. The Blackfyre lives at the base of a mountain, with many rivers and lakes scattered amongst the lands.

    my this become my founder?
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Re: ( ✦ create a herd / v.2 ── )

Postby xi'rika » Wed Dec 12, 2018 2:33 pm

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    ⋯⋯⋯⋯
    A loud "crack" fills the night as your hairs stand on end and your heart starts to race. The forest in front of you is filled with
    thick, ominous mist, blocking out any remnants of light. Something is out there, you can feel it. Something following your
    every move and stalking you from the inky darkness.
    That "something" is the Myrk.
    ⋯⋯⋯⋯
    This herd of ritualistic horses lives in a dark forest somewhere out of a horror story, with mist enveloping everything in sight
    and unearthly howls echoing from within. Humans rarely step inside this frightening forest, fearing the horses and spirits
    that make it their home. Oh, did I mention spirits? Why, yes, I did. Although, these are not your usual, everyday spirits, but
    the ghosts of horses and animals sent to protect and advise their corporeal counterparts. You can often times find them
    briefly materializing to chat with a horse or to, then disappearing just as quickly, or even to scare away wandering humans.
    ⋯⋯⋯⋯
    The horses of the Myrk often have strange symbols painted on them that seem to glow from within. No one really knows what
    these ancient symbols mean, but just that they are required by the ancestors to wear them.
    The horses found in the Myrk come in all shapes and sizes, with dark horses being the most common.
    ⋯⋯⋯⋯
    Rituals are the background of this society, with one for every major ,or even minor, event. The most common type includes dressage-type dancing around a central figure with foot stamps in time with a beat, which is often used in rituals such as
    sacrafices.
    ⋯⋯⋯⋯
    The Daemona/Daemon is the leader of this savage herd, only answering to Demik, the first horse to roam the land. He often
    takes the form of a monstrous Clydesdale with ominous red eyes, though the Daemona/Daemon is the only one who could
    see him.
    The shaman takes care of the herd, giving them their needed care.
    The Chaki, which translates to “war horse”, are the protectors of the herd, joining the Notu, or "scouts", on patrols.
    Mothers are called Maerim and foals are called Eculeus
    Elders are sacrificed to Demik

    May this be my Daemona?

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(( • the era of Watumishi

Postby ossa di cervo » Fri Dec 14, 2018 5:51 pm

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The horses that call Watumishi home reside in a large meadow with all borders consisting of a thick, dark pine forest. The horses tend to avoid the wood as they've no clue what it hides - all they know is that those who enter don't come back. The meadow, so full of flowers and tall grasses, is enough.

The group worships two heavenly beings - Nafsi and her brother, Usafi. Nafsi is the goddess of souls and she is harsh, unforgiving and demanding. Requiring a tribute when the moon is fullest and demanding her followers coat themselves in the blood of innocence. Nafsi is the reason the herd slaughters rabbits, squirrels, deer, any creature that isn't a horse and then paints themselves with the blood. Nafsi is said to lead the souls of the dead - given enough tribute the dead find their final resting place... not enough and they wonder the earth in search of her. Usafi is the God of sanity and he works in mysterious ways. A liar and a con artist, if you find yourself with debt owed to Usafi you may as well pray for death. Usafi requires nothing other then the happiness of his sister and if she isnt happy the herd will begin to lose a touch of sanity. The longer that Nafsi isnt happy, the longer Usafi gets to have his fun.

Other customs the herd has is their Trial of Nafsi. The Trisl is simply a test of who can go deeper into the wood. Who can bring back the largest bloodbath. None have brought anything larger then a rabbit back simply because none have ventured deep enough into the wood. What lies in its depth? The last tradition is that of titles. Achieving something of great importance grants a title given to the owed by the lead stallion. It is said that the title is whispered into the stallion's ear by both Nafsi and Usafi.

requesting this as my founder please!
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[1] ' ★ "shoulders light of sin"

Postby w0ah » Mon Dec 17, 2018 10:04 am

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★ ⸺ population: 001 horses ★ ⸺ stallions: 001 horses ★ ⸺ mares: 000 horses ★ ⸺ foals: 000 horses ★ ⸺ servings: 002
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herb-gathering patrol [ 00 ]xxxxx
01. name, name, name, name
↳ location / task

training [ 00 ]
01. yearling ⟶ mentor
02. yearling ⟶ mentor
hunting patrols [ 01 ]xxxxxxxxxx
01. muiredach
↳ northern forest

border patrols [ 01 ]
01. muiredach
↳ southern border
general occurrences [ 01 ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
• muiredach founds moscato ridge


requests & mod-notes [ 01 ]
• muiredach requests a lead mare








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the gurgling of rushing water met the stallion’s perked ears, swiveling to-and-fro from the top of his head. this was a sound that guided direction to him. he was aiming to find this evident water source, drink from its cool, crisp, and clear water to quench his everlasting thirst. it was spring, after all, as muiredach has suspected, and the rivers had been freed of their imprisonment beneath the ice and came rushing back all too eagerly—though spring brought with it more pleasantries; the air was warmed by the sun beaming in the sky, with a breeze flitting through the meadow as it danced with the grasses. but he had traversed far from the nearest meadow at his current position, treading through a rugged, forested terrain that provided quite the experience—sounds unfamiliar to him echoed from all around, and the smells were a thrill. it was the scent of pine, as muiredach knew, but yet again he had never known nor recognized the peculiar smell until just now, as he trudged through its needle-covered ground. it wasn’t a bothersome smell either, no, it was one that you’d want to inhale through your nostrils and enjoy every bit of. perhaps the scent of pine was an acquired taste… but no matter the case, the stallion enjoyed it.

picking his way through the underbrush, muiredach expectedly found himself upon a wide river with muddied banks. he trotted to its source and lowered his massive head—being that he stood over seventeen hands—to drink from what it provided. his limbs finally had the rest they deserved, being all this constant traveling having worn on his body. though somehow the stallion felt that he would finally have the rest he deserved—and an accomplished rest to make it better. but what was to fill that unclear notion was unknown to muiredach, as he continued to lap at the river. he then lifted his head with a sudden acclamation, dribbles of water flying from his whiskered lips, “how beautiful a place this is!” his nose cocked into the air, flaring as they took in the scents all around. “could this be the end?” his last statement drew a silence over the stallion as he then lowered his head, a stern expression taking place of the excitement. “has my journey come to an end?”

knowing that a place like this could offer the best conditions of living, muiredach still felt his heartstrings tug as he thought of losing an opportunity to venture, discover places new. he had been traveling for ages now, four years to be exact, and it had been wonderfully rewarding, at least in his opinion—the experiences he had been brought through, and the strangers he met along the way (even a few ladies who took interest in his muscular physique). those he encountered had questioned his way of life, finding it rather odd that he hadn’t yet settled-down to establish a herd—friendly stallions had shared their accomplished happiness brought with the responsibilities of owning and caring for a herd, some small and some large. however, although the instinctual notion certainly was within him, the stallion had never taken the first steps toward ever trying. it wasn’t that he never wanted a herd (in fact, he longed for one), it was that he felt the conditions weren’t perfect enough to fit what he wanted. and conditions of what, might you ask? well, how about climate? safety from predators? food? water? no place muiredach had ever ventured to filled the expectancies that he held—and although it may seem silly to do such a thing, the stallion felt otherwise. beside, if he’d wanted to keep his mares and children content and happy year to year, he’s need a place of perfection.

“bagh!” he let out, shaking his head vigorously. “this cannot possibly be the place.” but of course, he had yet to see much of what the mysterious landscape had to offer, what riches it could offer! maybe a few days of rest could be of benefit, something the stallion much needed. besides, no one nor foe lurked nearby to threaten him, to hamper his outright confidence. “just some time to rest, clean the mud from my pelt and make myself more presentable.”

it had been months since muiredach had first landed upon this new land, and yet he had stayed. a few meager days of rest had turned into months of enjoyment—days filled with wandering, grazing, and free-roam. though, through his time of exploration, the stallion had discovered many things of the land, seeming untouched by any other horse nor man. to the south of the ridge laid a valley of swaying grasses and little trees, a pleasant warmth surrounding as you enter—and to the north of the ridge was a forested terrain that muiredach had first found himself, engulfing streams and rivers all about. even a creek laid to the edge of the forest and nearly touching the ridge, its waters violently churning within. but what had been the main focus of his thoughts was a vision, an odd one in fact, that had come to the stallion as he traveled the length of the ridge. two words appeared in his thoughts, from outside his knowledge; moscato ridge. “moscato ridge.” he had repeated aloud, confusion shining in his eyes. “now where have i learned such a name?” suddenly, a horse came billowing over the southern slope, startling muiredach as he halted with a grunt. but that was not all—another horse reared in the north, setting off in a thundering gallop, the earth trembling beneath. the stallion watched in shock as the two nearly collided into each other—but as one reared and the other turned with a kick, their image vanished into thin-air. “what?” he let out, in a breath he had not realized he had held. though the stallion had been given visions of equal puzzlement as the one he had just witnessed, he could not help but believe something was different with this one. and, to his surprise, he was right.

now he stood on the crest of moscato ridge, gazing down into the southern valley of èibhlin, and then into the northern valley of torcull. “if i am to ever become successful in my attempts,” he began, speaking to no other in particular than the sky. “i’ll need a mare—a strong and beautiful mare, like no other you have ever seen before.” and like that, muiredach turned away and trotted down the slope, disappearing into the forested north.


    ┌───𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝒀────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
    band stallion :
    muiredach • ♂ • 120
    lord in irish
    ↳ mustang
    ↳ no prodigy
    ➛ health: fine
      lead mare :
      name • ♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine
      second :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine
      herbalist :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine
      herbalist app. :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine
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    maidens :
    name • ♂ • age
    ⟶ name meaning
    ↳ breed
    ↳ prodigy
    ➛ health: fine

    name • ♀ • age
    ⟶ name meaning
    ↳ breed
    ↳ prodigy
    ➛ health: fine

    name • ♀ • age
    ⟶ name meaning
    ↳ breed
    ↳ prodigy
    ➛ health: fine
      subordinates :
      name • ♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ prodigy
      ➛ health: fine
      yearlings :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ trainer
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ trainer
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ trainer
      ➛ health: fine
      dams :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ foal
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ foal
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ foal
      ➛ health: fine
      foals :
      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ mother
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ mother
      ➛ health: fine

      name • ♂♀ • age
      ⟶ name meaning
      ↳ breed
      ↳ mother
      ➛ health: fine






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    allies :
    herd name
    herd name
    herd name
    herd name
      rivals :
      herd name
      herd name
      herd name
      herd name
      borders :
      north • herd name
      east • herd name
      south • herd name
      west • herd name
      grazing spots :
      type • servings • (#)
      type • servings • (#)
      type • servings • (#)
      type • servings • (#)
      rations :
      small shrub • 1 s • (#)
      small vegetable • 1 s • (#)
      medium shrub • 2 s • (#)
      medium vegetable • 2 s • (#)
      large shrub • 3 s • (#)
      large vegetable • 3 s • (#)
      lush sprout • 4 s • (#)
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    medicinal storage :
    type • servings • (#)
    type • servings • (#)
    type • servings • (#)
    type • servings • (#)
      training :
      yearling ⟶ trainer
      ↳ skills
      yearling ⟶ trainer
      ↳ skills
      chronicles :
      name & name
      ↳ foal
      name & name
      ↳ foal
      the deceased :
      name • age of death • cause
      name • age of death • cause
      name • age of death • cause
      name • age of death • cause






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( ✦ stone valley 01 ── )

Postby Katrione » Mon Dec 17, 2018 10:14 am

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fennel trotted away from the main area his herd would be staying, sniffing at the grasses as he tried to find some grass that would be good to eat. the white stallion swished his tail, nuzzling his nose into a patch of herbs that were growing among the roots of a tree. he snorted slightly before turning and beginning his patrol of his new territory.

[ fennel went on a border patrol ]
[ fennel went on a hunting patrol ]
[ fennel asked the spirits for another horse ]


          lead stallion:
          fennel | 25 | stallion | X
          lives: ★★★★★★★★★

          lead mare:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          lives: ★★★★★★★★★

          second-in-command:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          shaman:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          subordinates:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          trainees:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          dams:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          foals:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]

          elders:
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
          name | age | gender | [url=link]X[/url]
    ally herds:
    herd name | username
    herd name | username

    enemy herds:
    herd name | username
    herd name | username

    borders:
    north | herd name | username
    east | herd name | username
    south | herd name | username
    west | herd name | username

    medicinal store:
    herb | usage
    herb | usage

    current grazing spot:
    type | servings left

    rations:
    small shrub | x0 | one serving
    small vegetable | x0 | one serving
    small fruit | x0 | one serving
    medium shrub | x0 | two servings
    medium vegetable | x0 | two servings
    medium fruit | x0 | two servings
    large shrub | x0 | three servings
    large vegetable | x0 | three servings
    large fruit | x0 | three servings
    lush sprout | x0 | four servings

    mentors:
    mentor | trainee | no. of training sessions | moves
    mentor | trainee | no. of training sessions | moves

    deceased horses:
    horse name | cause of death
    horse name | cause of death

    families:
    name and name | foal
    name and name | foal
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