wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby Blumenkranz » Mon Nov 11, 2019 9:22 am

    Kato//13 years//Mustang//Bachelor//Tags: None
    Kato was standing at the edge of a water hole, breathing heavily. He could still hear the calls of stallions in the distance. He let out a sigh and lowered his head to drink. Just an hour earlier, he lost his herd. For about a week, a group of bachelors had been tailing his herd. He kept them at bay, often giving them warnings, occasionally even getting into fights or chasing off the stallions. Despite his efforts, they still persisted, and today they finally struck. Two of the stallions went after Kato, forcing him to fight them while the rest of the bachelors chased after his fleeing herd. He did what he could, but it was too much for Kato to handle. His sides and legs ached from all of the running and repeated kicking, and blood stained his bay and white coat in some places.

    He tried searching for his herd, hoping that his lead mare would be able to lead them away and keep the group together, but he had no luck. The bachelors must have split the herd because the scents were scattered all over the place, plus he was exhausted from all the running and fighting and needed a rest. Once his thirst had been quenched, he lifted his muzzle and looks around him briefly. There wasn't much he could've done in that situation, the bachelors were organized and there were too many of them, but Kato still felt frustrated with himself for not being able to stop them from taking his family. He slowly walked away from the water hole, his black tail swishing.

    Minerva//12 years//Standardbred//Lone Mare//Tags: None
    The bay mare was grazing alone, tail flicking lazily. One hind hoof was cocked and her eyes were open half-open. She almost felt a bit sleepy. As she was alone and vulnerable, she shouldn't have felt this relaxed, but Minerva was known to be quite lazy and carefree. There wasn't much that bothered her, not even being alone. Something moving in the corner of her vision prompted her lift her head a bit so that she could get a better look. A lone wolf stood not too far off, watching her. She stared at it with little interest for a few moments before going back to grazing. A single wolf did not worry her, there wasn't much it could do on it's own.

    The wolf began to approach, prompting Minerva to stop grazing once again. The wolf appeared to be young, and starving. She could see it's ribs poking out from beneath it's gray coat. A single wolf wouldn't ordinarily go after a healthy, full grown horse, it must have been very desperate. Minvera didn't move at first, watching it as it approached. When the wolf came too close for comfort, she pinned her ears and charged at it with her head low and teeth bared. Yelping in surprise, the wolf quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction. But it didn't leave. It stopped several meters away, turning back to watch Minerva. With a huff, Minerva went back to grazing, keeping an eye on the wolf.

    Ophelia//2 years//Anglo-Arabian//Lone Mare//Tags: None

    Ophelia stood in the shade of a large tree, nibbling on some grass. Her ears flicked back and forth anxiously. It was her first time being alone. Her herd had been raided by bachelors a few days ago, and Ophelia got lost during the chaos. She's been surrounded by other horses her entire life, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. She knew that she needed a herd, or at least a companion. It wasn't safe for a horse to be all by themselves, not when there were predators out and about. But she was afraid of traveling, afraid of making herself even more vulnerable. Plus, she was a shy one. Ever since she was a foal she was always submissive and shy around unfamiliar horses, and so even when she saw other horses in the distance, she was too nervous too approach. And so she grazed alone, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings.
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Postby eventer » Mon Nov 11, 2019 8:54 pm

LUCIFER
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gender stallion age fourteen years desciption a 16"2 dark brown/black pinto arabian warmblood x mustang
mares none
tagged open


    In a small clearing under the shade of multiple weeping willow trees stood a handsome pinto stallion in his prime. His tail flicked at the few buzzing midgies around his hind quarters, and as he grazed his golden amber eyes were pulled away from the lazy gaze to the stream, after a few seconds of watching the water flow he let out a deep sigh and made his way towards the stream, the smell of the water becoming obvious that he was indeed thirsty. Lucifer looked lazily around for a few moments before relaxing again and lowering his nose to the water and creating a gap with his thick lips and allowing his pink tongue to curl, he started to drink. When he’d had his fill, he lifted his head, his thick pink tongue poking out about half an inch as he sucked on his it and swallowed the water before pulling his tongue back. It was something he’d done since he was a foal, and he never out grew it. He gave a sharp snort and with a long tired yawn the stallion glanced back to the shadows of the trees and walked back calmly, to any onlookers he might perhaps look lame at first glance, you see, when luci was being lazy, he tended to drag his hind hooves across the ground terribly, but if you watched, and didn’t judge too quickly, you’d notice both legs were doing it and there was in fact, no lameness. And so as the stallion reached the shade he let out a deep breath and lowered his head ever so slightly to fully relax, cocking his hind leg onto the tip of his toe as he dozed off, all the while an ear twitched here and there listening to anything that may spark interest, or a flight response.


FREYJA & ATHENA
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gender mare / filly age thirteen years / seven weeks desciption a 16"3 grey arabian x thoroughbred / a chestnut belgian draft to mature at 17"0 heat stage four
stallion none tagged kato


    freyja lay on a tall hill, there was about a 20m radius of flat ground before a downhill slope to get back to the plains, in the middle of the small area she lay on, stood a tall oak tree, probably 60 or 70 foot high, it's branches extending over 100 foot in length, this tree was freyja's tree, it sheltered her from most weather, and the shadows and long branches protected her from sight of most predators, it had been the tree frejya was born under, and had always been the tree that the mare had planned to birth under herself. it was the perfect place. as she flicked her tail, that stench wafted around again, but unlike some of the younger fillies, she knew the smell, it was time to breed, for one, her mother had taught her of such smell, and of course, her own body often drove her to seek out a stallion, but, she'd been through this many times before, a mare came into heat once every three to four weeks throughout spring summer and autumn, on the extreme occasion, a mare might continue through winter, her first cycle had been after her second spring through the hot summer months, it irritated her at first, but she came to like it, she knew it meant she could bear a foal, and freyja, ever since she was little, had always wanted a foal. the grey mare rolled herself upright from her laying position and hauled herself up onto all four legs, shaking her coat loose of any dirt and grass that came to stick to her glorious coat, the mare proceeded to stretch, leaning right back into a downward stretching position, before lifting herself back up and taking a step with her front leg, stretching out one hind leg followed by the other before with a soft snort, the mare looked towards the precious little filly who had been laying a few meters from her, with a gentle nicker to wake up athena, freyja proceeded in a lazy walk down to the river bed a few hundred meters from her tree, listening for athena, noting when the filly came trotting after her. her silvery ears twitched as she waded into the water, feeling the cool water felt nice over her shoulders so she stood for a few moments enjoying it before she pursed her lips to the water and with the help of her fat pink tongue, she began to drink.

    athena trotted up beside who she thought was her mother, see, she didn't really remember her birth mother she was about 4 days old when her mother - freyja - adopted her. and so her memories were of the grey mare, not of the big flaxen mare. she flicked her thick curly fluffy tail over her fluffy foal coat and slowed to a walk beside the big grey mare and poking her nose under her stifle, she began to suckle. it wasn't until her mother's grey tail lashed over her body, athena pinned her ears, squealed and kicked out her hind legs before receiving a nip from the grey mare on her hip. with a huff, the filly sucked it up, stopped nursing and looked at what her dam was looking at. the horse was bay and white in colour, and looked quite different to her mother in shape, seemed perhaps more... muscular? the look on her mothers face made her a little nervous, but she was just hungry to be honest, so she was far more interested in eating, but her mother seemed uninterested and wasn't letting her nurse. with a grunt and as squeal athena kicked her heels out again before huffing and watching the other horse. freyja had been watching him for a few minutes, he was a fair distance away but close enough for her to see he was a stallion, and by the looks of things was a bit worse for wear. he had some red stains over his coat, and a few other marks. after about ten minutes of debating it, until athena squealed louder than the last two that hadn't seemed to grab his attention, she pinned her ears and looked to the stallion and with a soft huff, she whinnied out to the pinto stallion, twitching her ears she watched for a moment before walking towards him, athena in tow. as she grew closer she noted the injuries, they were not to severe, he smelt of a herd however at the same time, he didn't. meaning he'd lost his herd to some stallion. she flicked her ears momentarily, but didn't pin them, she felt no need to show dominance, which she certainly would have if she'd come across a stallion in perfect health, which other than a few marks and cuts, he looked to be in good health, but tired, and probably unable to cause much of an issue for her. she snorted softly and as she grew close enough to touch him, she noted it hadn't been one stallion but a couple, which points for him, she forgave for having lost his herd. ears flicking briefly she ran her whiskers across his body taking in his smell, gentle over some of the bigger grazes before she wondered away letting him have his bubble back. she circled around him and walked a few meters away and started to graze, athena seemed pretty curious about the patchy stallion but finally allowed to nurse again, she started nursing again. freyja, despite being so deep in her cycle, kept it together purely because of the foal nursing at her hip.



DASIY
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gender mare age seven years desciption a 17"0 bay dutch warmblood x thoroughbred heat stage three
stallion none tagged open


    it was no secret that daisy was a bit... well, dumb to put it bluntly, she wasn't very bright, she was a little clumsy and often got herself into trouble because of it. she spent the first 3 months after her mother died with a mare a touch older than herself, where she managed to stay out of trouble, but it had been almost 9 months since she'd been with another horse. daisy was as innocent as they came, she meant no pain, no harm, no sorrow, she only wanted to please, to have fun, to play, love and be happy, she was indeed a mare, but in her heart, and in her mind, she'd be a filly till the day she dies, there was no dominant bone her body, no cruel, crude or insensitive emotion, no possible way daisy could ever offend anyone, it was not in her, daisy was far to kind, to sweet, if you didn't love daisy, why were you even with her. daisy did have some downfalls, she was what some called a push over, easy to manipulate, meaning she could be manipulated to do something for someone that another might not like which could and would potentially get in her trouble, she didn't have many friends amongst the fillies and colts in her birth herd, they had all been cruel to her, they used her like a puppet, she was so easy to control, and her mother already growing sick, and at the bottom of the herd hierarchy herself, was left with little to do. her mother was so kind, so loving and always put daisy first, her sire wasn't much of a father, he was one of those 'the more mares the better' kind of stallions, so he never showed daisy much compassion, at 8 months old her dam had died, and she was cared for by a young mare, a young mare herself at the time up until a year ago when she was separated from her. daisy was also very submissive, she didn't defend herself, ever, you could hunt her around and around until your hearts content and she'll do nothing but run, while not small in frame, and will prove to turn into a quite a large muscular horse as she gets older, kicks and bites still hurt the poor girl. but for now, with nothing else to do, daisy stood grazing under a group of weeping willow trees and pulled at the green grass around her cream hooves.



DYNASTY
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gender mare age twelve years desciption a 15"3 true black thoroughbred x arabian heat stage two
stallion none tagged gracie, open


    dynasty stood in a field of flowers, pink, white, purple and yellow scattered all around her. if standing in a field of flowers didn't tell you she was a princess, what would. truth be told, she wasn't as insensitive some might think, she was actually very sweet and loving, but she could be arrogant and stubborn and moody, but she was also only two, maybe it was just growing pains. the rather small mare, at least at the moment she was, nosed around the flower bushes, pulling at the green grass that grew almost in every inch of the field that the flowers did not. it wasn't the best, but she didn't feel like moving right now, it was quite cool still and the better grass was over in the shade, far to cold for her right now, no she was quite happy where she stood, it was a touch sour due to the flowers covering most of their growth, but it was more bearable then the cold. she didn't grow a thick winter coat like most horses out here, any one with her breeding knew what it felt like to not grow a coat as thick as a mustang or something, but she also ran with a higher blood temperature which usually made up for it, but not always. so the cold was not exactly something dynasty enjoyed, so for now, she stood, her ebony coat shone in the sun as she grazed. her companion, gracie was down in the shadows munching on greener grass, they weren't the best of friends, but gracie was company, so she didn't stray too far from the sorrel mare.



GRACIE
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gender mare age ten years desciption a 16"0 sorrel stock horse x warmblood x andalusion x thoroughbred heat stage three
stallion none tagged dynasty, open


    the mix breed mare stood in the shadows grazing on the lush green grass, her princess companion up in the flowers a couple hundred meters away, gracie didn't not like dynasty, but she didn't love her either, she was very kind and sweet, but she could be a bit of a pain, she was a little too dominant for her taste, perhaps it was because gracie was just as dominant that the pair just kept sparring, but nonetheless, she wasn't a huge fan of the arabain x mare. so the sorrel mare stood in the shadows of the large trees and grazed, occasionally looking up to make sure her companion was there before she continued, flicking her tail and her stronger - than dynasty's - scented tail around the area, with her own scent and dynasty's, the area would soon be flooded in the smell.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby kilimanjaro » Tue Nov 12, 2019 6:21 am

= A R T A X =
age; ten years sex; stallion breed; mustang x thoroughbred height; 16"1
tags; Vanya, Ra
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The scents of the stream and its visitors made Artax prick his ears. A mare and a stallion. He nickered to himself as he trotted to the end of the stream letting his hooves splash just on the bank. Inevitably, the mare and stallion he could smell were a herd and he would have no luck in wooing her but he couldn't help his curiosity. Slowly, he drank up a few gulps of the cool water. The spring meant the snow was melting off the mountain making the water shivering cold but Artax didn't mind it all too much. Delicately, he made his way across the shallow stream and to a large oak tree on the otherside of the water. He let out a loud neigh in the hopes that the nearby mare would be curious enough to come see him and the stallion would be uninterested. As he waited, the bay stallion used the strong oak tree next to him to rub his butt and side to hopefully rub off a few more patches of his itchy winter coat.


= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; open


Cricket pounded after the nearest wolf, ears pinned. She whinnied aggressively and wailed as loud as she could for any sort of help she could get. The wolves' growling and snapping made the mare panic as she kicked and spun as hard as she could. A sharp, stinging pain sliced through her back hock. Cricket looked behind her to see a wolf dangling on her leg. The grey mare took off at a limping trot before the other wolves could pounce on her. Her rear hoof pounded onto what Cricket could only assume was a wolf and she took off at the fastest gallop she could muster. The adrenaline pumped through her body as she galloped, the ravenous canines on her tail. "Help!" she rasped as she stumbled through the forest.

= A S P E N =
age; four sex; mare breed; quarter horse x mustang height; 15"2 tags; Lucifer

Aspen shivered as the cool breeze flew through her brown mane. Her winter coat had shed out relatively quickly so the spring winds gave her the chills. A nearby smell intrigued her and she lifted her head from grazing to get a good smell of the air. It smelled like a stallion. She cocked her back leg and contemplated going to investigate. On one hand, she wasn't safe alone and she needed the safety of a larger horse. The chances of predators finding her and making her into a mid-day snack was significantly larger without the company of a herd. On the other hand, she never wanted to meet the stallion that killed her previous lover. She prayed that she would never meet that stallion again. Perhaps she could sneak toward the stallion she was smelling downwind.

Aspen set off in the direction of the stallion. He didn't smell far so she only walked hoping not to draw too much attention. Her ears flicked cautiously as she moved closer and closer. She could see him standing peacefully in the shade. He definitely wasn't the killer stallion. This stud was a black pinto and the one who killed her mate was palomino. The little buckskin crept forward uncertainly and watched him patiently. She wasn't ready to initiate contact but she wasn't too scared to run either.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby Perfect Polish » Tue Nov 12, 2019 12:49 pm

Jazz/14/Stallion/TB Appendix/Tags: Ylva

The cool, early morning breeze blew through the dark mane of a lone stallion by the creek. The blue roan stallion, named Jazz by his dame, moved towards the water hoping to quench his thirst. The creek was deeper than some in the area allowing the horse to move deep enough that the water covered his hocks. He lowered his dark black muzzle towards the water, allowing his tonged to roll out. Small little silver fish swam around his muzzle. The water was still cold from winter, not having adequate consistent warm temperatures to warm up again. The quiet peacefulness that surrounded Jazz was suddenly disrupted as he jerked his head back soon followed by his whole body as he sprung back, water sloshing everywhere around him. A large fish had come out of no where, snapping up the little fish that had previously been swimming around Jazz. The fish, though not serving any threat to the large stallion, had startled him. Calming down, the now wet stallion climbed the banks to the edge. He snorted at his silliness, but allowed his dark brown eyes to remain fixed as the large fish swam away looking for its next meal. Relaxing again, the stallion shivered as the cool morning breeze blew across his wet coat. Lifting his muzzle, the scent of several mares flooded his senses and his ears perked. Mares would be essential this season and Jazz had vowed to have a herd this year. His previous herd had been small and with the winter came their death. His single foal that season had perished in the icy depths of a lake after straying out on the ice in search of water. The fillies dame and his other mare had not found adequate food and could not obtain water. Eventually they had perished as well. The stallion had strayed away from the lake after that and now found himself here, where mare scent was plentiful but so was stallion. In the distance at the bottom of the mountain, the stallion dark eyes caught movement. The first concern was wolves or bears as they were plentiful in this part but upon further inspection it was a horse. Sniffing the air confirmed his suspisons of a mare. Taking off towards the tall peaks, his powerful dark legs propelled himself to the mare.

Rowena/10/Mare/QH Appaloosa/Tags; Cricket

Rowena had lived in these fields since the day she was foaled. The leopard appaloosa mare slowly picked her way through the tall wheat grass that had been her constant source of food through the winter. Though tough and brittle, the little mare had grown accustomed to it over the years. After grazing for a while, Rowena stopped as a predatorial scent filled her nose. A forest lay ahead of her, thick with tall oaks and pines. Gazing down at the dirt, Rowena noticed several imprints in the wet soil. Having seen a small fox earlier, the appaloosa had disregarded the original footprint back in the dirt. The ones she stared at now were large, with sharp claws; wolves, and beside the wolves where a pair hooves. Athena suddenly heard a loud, very frightened squeal from the darkness. Without thinking the little mare charged forward. Wolf packs were extremely dangerous for lone horses as just a single bit to the right place would end a horses life. Jumping over a fallen pine, Rowena came into a frightening scene of several large gray wolves, snapping a dapple gray mare. The leopard appaloosa reared up, letting her dark hooves slam against the nearest one, landing a surprise blow to its shoulder.

Aphrodite/14/Mare/Appaloosa Arab TB/Open

There was no greater word to describe Aphrodite except a drama queen. Her mother had named her Aphrodite because of her beautiful blanket coat, but soon her personality seemed to embody it as well. Getting dirty, getting too cold or hot, stallion fighting; the mare avoided all of that. Now that spring had come, flies emerged form their dormant state to torment her. The bay mare flicked her tail furiously, her agitation growing as a large horse fly landed on her speckled rump. Squealing frustration she darted forward, kicking out with her dark legs. Her agitation was further fueled by her deep heat which was being thrown around with her kicking and tail flicking. It was a wonder stallions weren't already swarming.

Corva/9/Mare/APH AQH/ Tags; Lucifer and Aspen

Alone was the way Corva had originally preferred it. During winter she had thrived alone, not having competition for food or resources and not having to nurse a foal. Spring however had changed all that. Her heat scent was driving her mad with desperation to find a stallion and to nurture a foal. The little paint was quiet beautiful with her unusually splashed coat. It was black and night except for her ghostly white face and her tall stockings. She had been grazing, her muzzle specifically selecting the thick patches to munch on. Gaining back the weight lost in the winter was essential if she wanted to carry a healthy foal to term. Corva had concieved once before. She had been excited for its arrival and had departed from the herd for its birth. The mare had returned alone. That was years ago when Corva had been a 3 year old maiden mare. Now that she had aged she was determined. A sudden stirring caughter her off guard as she raised her head. A black and white tobiano horse moved rather lazily from a near by stream towards the shade trees. Further inspection of scent revealed a stallion of some age by her guess. Corva let out a nicker of greating, hoping for a friendly stallion. She swished her tail, reveling a heat scent desperate for a foal. Another mare was near too also seeking attention but she looked much younger, probably a maiden.

Liberty/4/Mare/AQH APH/ Tags: Artax

Liberty was as young as she was naive. At just four years old, the little paint mare was entering her first heat season and had no idea what to expect. Currently she resided next to a large, very fast flowing river. Liberty avoided going in the water towards the center where the swift currents and deep depths would easily sweep her under. Instead she resided on the banks at the pools. Here the grass grew thick and lush with its plentiful supply of water an nutrients. Liberty's dame had foaled her near her four years ago and taught her about why this place was the best for winter. The grass still grew even in winter and the water never froze due to the swift movements. That was how the little paint had survived all these years. After her mothers passing, instead of moving on she stayed. While grazing on the thick patches, the little mare suddenly jerked her head up at the sound of movement. Noticing the scent and shape of a handsome red bay stallion, the mare squealed out a greeting not even thinking about any possible dangers.


Beauty/10/Mare/Clydesdale GV/Aurora and Open

Tall and beautiful, Beauty's name certainly suited her. She had been born to a majestic pure bred Clydesdale mare who had worked for the humans her whole life. Her sire had been a small but strong Gypsy Vanner stallion. Beauty had claimed almost all her mothers looks but her fathers height had shortened her. Now at the ripe age of ten, the mare had been lone for 7 years. She had temporarily resided in a herd from about 3 till she was 8 but the stallion that had sired her last foal had been killed, leaving the two alone again. Beauty gazed at her daughter who lingered no far from her in the sun. Her once black as night little filly had grown into a ghostly white mare. At the age of three, her daughter would be entering her first heat season and Beauty was excited to see what foals she would bring as well. The older mare let her forlegs bend as she lowered herself to the ground under the tall oaks to rest. Her eyes slowly drifted shut and dreams of future foals danced around her head.

Aurora/3/Mare/Clydesdale GV Percheron QH/ Open

Aurora flicked her tail as an unfamiliar scent drifted towards her nose. It was her own but unlike any she as familiar with. A heat scent is what her mother had described it. All Aurora knew was she wanted to find a stallion soon. The tall white mare stood watchfully next to her mother, studying her new scent. The air smelled of stallion but Aurora would leave her mother just yet. Maybe the two could find a suitor together. Letting out a sigh, she cocked her back hoof and allowed her head to lazily dip to the ground.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby Alledowaya » Tue Nov 12, 2019 1:36 pm

Ra |9 Yr Old & 16.1 hh | Mustang x Quarter Horse | Bachelor Stallion
Mares: Open
Tags: Vanya, Artax, (mention of Liberty)


Ra had not really been paying any mind to his surroundings when a loud neigh and a mare's squeal caught his attention. Finally he stretched his head and took a whiff, catching the scent of a lone mare and, in the distance, a stallion and another mare. He saw the closer mare instantly, she was a decent distance away from himself, and looked a bit thin. Her chestnut coat was a bit dull, Ra assumed she had a rough winter and decided to take a few steps towards her. He lowered his head and nickered a welcome, hoping he didn't mess it up and it sounded kind. Ra watched the crest where the other stallion's call came from, making sure he didn't appear behind him.
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Ylva | 12 Yr Old & 15.1 hh | American Paint x Norwegian Fjord | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Early
Tags: Jazz


Her winter coat was so annoying, Ylva took every chance she could to rub up on any rough surface. She even took a long bath and afterwards rolled around in some mud. Being from a colder climate meant she had a lot of her coat to shed before she would be ready for summer here in the flats. Her white legs were coated in brown from the mud, as was her belly and sides. She made her way through a copse of trees, rubbing her fur throughout the entire place.

The sound of hard hoof beats caught her attention quickly, and she pricked her ears while raising her head to hopefully catch sight or scent of the newcomer. A blue roan stallion barreled his way through the underbrush, and from the look of him she thought he looked like he had run a herd recently. She flicked her tail over her hind legs, and snorted a welcome. Ylva was not great at meeting new horses, and that usually ended in herself getting kicked.

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Rose | 7 Yr Old & 16.2 hh | Anglo Arabian | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Full
Tags: Cricket, Rowena


After a deep, cold drink from the river, Rise had waded in to clean her sweat off her flanks and hopefully drench the scent of her heat. The cold water was welcome after her run, and helped her relax.

A loud cry came from the other bank in the woods. "Help!" She heard, and then Rose splashed heavily through the river, almost twisting a fetlock in the muddy water. Rising out of the water, pellets dripping off her bright red chestnut coat, Rose took off again, catching sight of a tall, dappled mare with flashing grey behind her, as well as another mare, this one spotted and rearing up upon a wolf. She sped to catch up, her swift legs making quick work of the distance, and before she caught up with the leopard appaloosa landing a heavy double blow to the head and shoulder of a wolf with her hind legs. Screaming with an adrenaline pumped voice, Rose stomped again on the downed animal, and when it arose it quickly dissapeared into the woods. She whipped around towards the fleeing grey mare, there were many more wolves to take care of, and her arabian blood was aching for a fight. Nostrils flared, and head held high, she almost appeared like a full blooded arabian instead of an anglo.

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Azshara | 15 Yr Old & 14.3 hh | Quarter Horse | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Mid
Tags: Open


Water had been an easy find for the champagne horse, the creek was a deep one, and she stopped at about hock height before taking small drinks of water. She did not want to be waterlogged if she needed to run, finishing her new morning routine, she headed back onto the bank and decided it was a wonderful breezy day for a walk. The bright light dappling through the tree canopy contradicted her darker dapples along her coat. She almost blended in with the half dead grass mixed with new spring grass. Once again she raised her muzzle in the air hoping to find her old herd, but was surprised with the scent of a skunk instead. Wrinkling her nose, she turned back, absolutely not wanting to come into contact with whatever had scared a skunk out of it's musk.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby Blumenkranz » Tue Nov 12, 2019 1:40 pm

    Kato//13 years//Mustang//Bachelor//Tags: Freyja + Athena
    A whinny that seemed directed to him caught Kato’s attention. It sounded as if it was coming from nearby. Ears swiveling, he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, his gaze landed on two horses. It was a mare and foal, alone with no stallion by the looks of it. Hope flared in his chest at the sight, believing for a moment that they were one of his mares who had managed to get away from the raiding bachelors from earlier. However, she wasn’t one of his mares. He had a gray mare in his previous herd but she was short and stocky, not tall and lean like this one. Though a bit upset, he didn’t exactly feel disappointed. He came to a halt, watching with his ears pricked forward as she came close to him, close enough for them to touch. He gently bumped his muzzle against hers and stayed still as she inspected him.

    Her scent was very strong when she was this close to him, he could tell she was deep in her cycle. Despite this, he forced himself to remain calm. He wasn’t some two-year old inexperienced colt, he wasn’t just going to throw himself at a mare. When she walked off to graze a couple meters away he followed suit, lowering his head to nibble on the grass, but he wasn't focusing too much on eating. His focus now was solely on the mare and the little filly with her. After a few minutes of grazing, he began to inch his way towards her, keeping a careful eye on her body language. She seemed relaxed around him, she did approach him after all, but he wasn't sure how she would feel about it being the other way around, with him approaching her. Especially since she had a young filly with her after all. He didn't want to blow his chances with her so he took it slow, ready to stop or move away if she seemed agitated.

    Minerva//12 years//Standardbred//Lone Mare//Tags: None
    The bay mare was grazing alone, tail flicking lazily. One hind hoof was cocked and her eyes were open half-open. She almost felt a bit sleepy. As she was alone and vulnerable, she shouldn't have felt this relaxed, but Minerva was known to be quite lazy and carefree. There wasn't much that bothered her, not even being alone. Something moving in the corner of her vision prompted her lift her head a bit so that she could get a better look. A lone wolf stood not too far off, watching her. She stared at it with little interest for a few moments before going back to grazing. A single wolf did not worry her, there wasn't much it could do on it's own.

    The wolf began to approach, prompting Minerva to stop grazing once again. The wolf appeared to be young, and starving. She could see it's ribs poking out from beneath it's gray coat. A single wolf wouldn't ordinarily go after a healthy, full grown horse, it must have been very desperate. Minvera didn't move at first, watching it as it approached. When the wolf came too close for comfort, she pinned her ears and charged at it with her head low and teeth bared. Yelping in surprise, the wolf quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction. But it didn't leave. It stopped several meters away, turning back to watch Minerva. With a huff, Minerva went back to grazing, keeping an eye on the wolf.

    Ophelia//2 years//Anglo-Arabian//Lone Mare//Tags: None

    Ophelia stood in the shade of a large tree, nibbling on some grass. Her ears flicked back and forth anxiously. It was her first time being alone. Her herd had been raided by bachelors a few days ago, and Ophelia got lost during the chaos. She's been surrounded by other horses her entire life, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. She knew that she needed a herd, or at least a companion. It wasn't safe for a horse to be all by themselves, not when there were predators out and about. But she was afraid of traveling, afraid of making herself even more vulnerable. Plus, she was a shy one. Ever since she was a foal she was always submissive and shy around unfamiliar horses, and so even when she saw other horses in the distance, she was too nervous too approach. And so she grazed alone, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby ordinary people » Wed Nov 13, 2019 2:10 am

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mareeleventb x mustangearly heat stage
herd: here ━━━ tags; ra ━━━ mentions; here
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Startled by a loud neigh that appeared to be from another stallion fairly close to the perimeter of her, the mare backed away with caution; it was not the time for any confrontations. Yet, she paused when the red dun stallion began to approach her, she needed the safety of a herd, definitely for the next winter and if she finds a suitable one now, it may ease the task later when she gets later in her heat cycle. Her ears pricked forward as the stallion nickered, it didn't seem aggressive but more friendly. There were no other mares in sight but she remembered the mare's squeal from earlier, was that his herd or was he a bachelor? When he looked away, Vanya lifted her head and smelt the air, the scent of the stallion was weak as the wind was away from her and towards him. So, she slowly crept towards him.


𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
mareninesb x arabianfull heat stage
herd: here ━━━ tags; artax ━━━ mentions; here
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There was no sign physical sign left that winter had come at all; her winter coat long gone and her weight remained the same, only fluctuating slightly. As one ear swirled around, sound of a stallion's neigh caught her attention, it didn't seem that far. Lifting her head away from the greenery, she stared at the direction it came from, there was a need inside her to check it out. Huffing in annoyance, the mare lowered her head once again to graze but her eyes remained stationed in the same place. Florence stilled, allowing the bugs to land before aggressively shaking her head and mane. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she began a paced trot towards where she believed the stallion was. Halting, dark her eyes revealed the red coloured stallion, alone at a large oak tree. Even though it was her whom travelled to see him, she looked away and grazed once again; pretending to be uninterested. She knew the pungent scent of her heat would reach him eventually.
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Re: post 3

Postby eventer » Wed Nov 13, 2019 2:32 am

LUCIFER
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gender stallion age fourteen years desciption a 16"2 dark brown/black pinto arabian warmblood x mustang
mares none
tagged corva, aspen


    -- just for record, horses dont have 'mates' and rarley kill other horses, it's injuries inflicted that may cause death c: --

    luci huffed calmly, and seemingly falling asleep he was pulled out of his daze by the scent of an intruder, a good one perhaps, but an intruder none the less. he pricked his ears forwards and stepped out of the shadows revealing a slick black coat, with a white pearly shine to the white areas, the arabian warmblood in him relieving him of his heavy winter coat early, the mustang blood kept him warm through the cooler nights so he didn't find it too much of an issue, he was also pretty used to it after his coat having done it since he was a yearling when his foal fluff finally fell completely. luci glanced around and shifted a few strides until his golden eyes settled on a buckskin mare in the distance, he eyed her carefully, his glare stern in warning, however after a few minutes his glare softened into a content gaze, quickly realising it was a mare and not some pain in the --- stallion.

    in a moment his attention was stolen from the buckskin mare, looking to a black and white paint mare, he eyed her with a similar look to the buckskin, however more a content gaze, her scent far stronger and signalling she was a mare far quicker. he snorted at first and looked back to the buckskin mare then to the paint once more, returning her friendly nicker with one of his own. with that response, he looked to the buckskin mare and whinnied out to her, inviting her down, with a mare so close, he didn't feel like putting the effort into walking up to the buckskin, he could be lazy when he wanted to, but ultimatley, most stallions would do the same, the paint was closer, and deeper in her cycle by the smell of things so was an easier option, she was also by the looks of things a little older, perhaps a lead mare prospect? regardless, while he didn't want to lose the buckskin either as she was quite stunning, the paint was only a few hundred meters away, and so with a brisk trot the stallion made his way towards her, all the while managing to keep the same distance from the buckskin. it was obvious while his main attention was on the paint, he had an ear strained to the buckskin, in all honesty, despite being quite lazy today, he would protect the buckskin from young bachelors should they pester her, but his attention was on the paint for now - well most of it -. with a flick of his tail he nickered softly as he approached her slowing to a calm walk and halting at her shoulder, wasting no time, it was spring, what else was spring for, he wanted to build what he'd lost over winter. he'd lost his lead mare and with her three other mares over winter, the others scattered after a snow storm, and so on his own he was, but with hope to rebuild. luci let out warm breaths over the mares body as he lightly nosed her shoulder, while he prepped to be told off, something told him he may not be, but, not foolish, luci was prepared and could move quickly, so with confidence, the pinto stallion took, step by step towards the mares hind quarters, offering gentle friendly nickers to her, he'd much rather do introductions.... later.


FREYJA & ATHENA
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gender mare / filly age thirteen years / seven weeks desciption a 16"3 grey arabian x thoroughbred / a chestnut belgian draft to mature at 17"0 heat stage four
stallion none tagged kato


    freyja noted how he moved and how he held his own against the smell she was emanating. points for him, again. she swished her tail in a fraction of warning as he approached, only due to athena being on his side of her as she nursed. however as he stopped and grazed instead of waltzing all the way up to her, she let out a breath and pawed the ground twice before looking to athena nibbling her fluffy cream tail as the belgian stopped nursing. she smiled at the solid filly and snorted softly. perhaps it was because athena was not her foal biologically, or perhaps she was smitten with the stallion, or perhaps, freyja knew she'd be able to put that stallion in his place before he touched athena, but she simply stood, a bit firmer this time when athena strode boldly towards the stallion. a small smile creeping across freyja's features, in all honestly, athena looked in truth to be freyja's biological foal, other than being particularly solid, but hey some foals just were, some might notice as she got older, but for one, it didn't bother horses, and for two, there was a high chance it would never be noticed. freyja smiled for a moment, as she thought about sweetie, the big belgian mare who'd joined the herd, pregnant with dear athena. freyja had seen it all, sweetie's heart break as athena was taken from her side, and as sweetie was forced back to the ranches. freyja sighed a soft sad sigh, and in that moment she noticed athena had returned to her side looking to her with a 'why you say mumma' look. she nuzzled the youngster who yawned, very clearly tired, however freyja gave her a nudge to keep her on her feet before turning her attention back to kato as he seemed to have moved closer since her mind went off track. she frowned slightly but nothing more, instead she let out a deep relaxing sigh and deliberately flicked her scented tail to see what his reaction would be. truth be told, freyja was not a talker, she went on body language and actions, only really speaking when spoken to, ultimatley, he had to make the first move. so long as he made the correct one, he'd be fine.



DASIY
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gender mare age seven years desciption a 17"0 bay dutch warmblood x thoroughbred heat stage three
stallion none tagged ophelia


    it was no secret that daisy was a bit... well, dumb to put it bluntly, she wasn't very bright, she was a little clumsy and often got herself into trouble because of it. she spent the first 3 months after her mother died with a mare a touch older than herself, where she managed to stay out of trouble, but it had been almost 9 months since she'd been with another horse. daisy was as innocent as they came, she meant no pain, no harm, no sorrow, she only wanted to please, to have fun, to play, love and be happy, she was indeed a mare, but in her heart, and in her mind, she'd be a filly till the day she dies, there was no dominant bone her body, no cruel, crude or insensitive emotion, no possible way daisy could ever offend anyone, it was not in her, daisy was far to kind, to sweet, if you didn't love daisy, why were you even with her. daisy did have some downfalls, she was what some called a push over, easy to manipulate, meaning she could be manipulated to do something for someone that another might not like which could and would potentially get in her trouble, she didn't have many friends amongst the fillies and colts in her birth herd, they had all been cruel to her, they used her like a puppet, she was so easy to control, and her mother already growing sick, and at the bottom of the herd hierarchy herself, was left with little to do. her mother was so kind, so loving and always put daisy first, her sire wasn't much of a father, he was one of those 'the more mares the better' kind of stallions, so he never showed daisy much compassion, at 8 months old her dam had died, and she was cared for by a young mare, a young mare herself at the time up until a year ago when she was separated from her. daisy was also very submissive, she didn't defend herself, ever, you could hunt her around and around until your hearts content and she'll do nothing but run, while not small in frame, and will prove to turn into a quite a large muscular horse as she gets older, kicks and bites still hurt the poor girl. but for now, with nothing else to do, daisy stood grazing under a group of weeping willow trees and pulled at the green grass around her cream hooves.

    her calm grazing was interrupted when she saw something shift in the shade of some trees across the stream from her. nervous herself, daisy watched from where she was but, craving a friend took over, and with a nervous but friendly nicker, daisy trotted over, quickly noting she was quite a bit younger than herself - not that it mattered to the mares 2 year old brain - she tried to look mature and brave, but that just failed.. miserably. so after three attempts, she simply returned to herself, rather skittish and nervous herself, daisy walked very slowly up to the chestnut filly, hoping to make a friend today. she wasn't that much bigger than the youngster, daisy had finished growing this spring, reaching 17'0 hands, she twitched her nostrils and tried for a smile, while it didn't go to plan, her heart was in the right place. perhaps this filly wouldn't be afraid of her, seeing how nervous daisy had been on her own, perhaps she'd want to join daisy.

    -- that could be interesting, two nervous young mares xD with daisy being very reactive to small things --



DYNASTY
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gender mare age twelve years desciption a 15"3 true black thoroughbred x arabian heat stage two
stallion none tagged gracie, open


    dynasty stood in a field of flowers, pink, white, purple and yellow scattered all around her. if standing in a field of flowers didn't tell you she was a princess, what would. truth be told, she wasn't as insensitive some might think, she was actually very sweet and loving, but she could be arrogant and stubborn and moody, but she was also only two, maybe it was just growing pains. the rather small mare, at least at the moment she was, nosed around the flower bushes, pulling at the green grass that grew almost in every inch of the field that the flowers did not. it wasn't the best, but she didn't feel like moving right now, it was quite cool still and the better grass was over in the shade, far to cold for her right now, no she was quite happy where she stood, it was a touch sour due to the flowers covering most of their growth, but it was more bearable then the cold. she didn't grow a thick winter coat like most horses out here, any one with her breeding knew what it felt like to not grow a coat as thick as a mustang or something, but she also ran with a higher blood temperature which usually made up for it, but not always. so the cold was not exactly something dynasty enjoyed, so for now, she stood, her ebony coat shone in the sun as she grazed. her companion, gracie was down in the shadows munching on greener grass, they weren't the best of friends, but gracie was company, so she didn't stray too far from the sorrel mare.



GRACIE
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gender mare age ten years desciption a 16"0 sorrel stock horse x warmblood x andalusion x thoroughbred heat stage three
stallion none tagged dynasty, open


    the mix breed mare stood in the shadows grazing on the lush green grass, her princess companion up in the flowers a couple hundred meters away, gracie didn't not like dynasty, but she didn't love her either, she was very kind and sweet, but she could be a bit of a pain, she was a little too dominant for her taste, perhaps it was because gracie was just as dominant that the pair just kept sparring, but nonetheless, she wasn't a huge fan of the arabain x mare. so the sorrel mare stood in the shadows of the large trees and grazed, occasionally looking up to make sure her companion was there before she continued, flicking her tail and her stronger - than dynasty's - scented tail around the area, with her own scent and dynasty's, the area would soon be flooded in the smell.
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby . mira . » Wed Nov 13, 2019 3:25 am

[ n e p t u n e ]
♣ stallion ♣
♣ twelve ♣
♣ chestnut swb x mustang ♣
♣ mares; none ♣
♣ tags; minerva ♣
A yelp meant a wolf, although this yelp sounded like the immature one of a starving or young canine. Neptune trotted towards the noise. He was unafraid; wolves were not usually a problem unless they were in a strong pack, which was rare these days. Hunting when the humans were alive had killed off many, and the population was unsteadily growing back. The closer Neptune came, the more clearly he could see the situation. A clearly starving wolf, pestering a bay mare who stood lazily but able to defend herself easily. Although he knew she didn't need saving, it could make a good first impression for him to chase off a pest. Coming closer now, Neptune bared his teeth, pinned his ears, and charged at the wolf. It whimpered loud and moved back. It was clearly weighing its options - was food worth it? With a final glance at the Standardbred mare, the starving wolf scampered off, tail tucked between its legs. Life was tough for wolves and horses alike.

Flicking his tail, the chestnut stallion turned his attention to the mare who had been lazily grazing. "Hello." Neptune said, friendly. "I'm sure you could have handled that yourself, but I thought it helpful to chase off that pest." Neptune made sure to not offend the mare, who was clearly capable enough on her own.




[ p o p p y ]
♡ mare ♡
♡ six ♡
♡ black thoroughbred ♡
♡ stallion: none ♡
♡ tags; open ♡


< just grazing in a field, feel free to tag her >
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Re: wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

Postby Blumenkranz » Wed Nov 13, 2019 7:30 am

(@eventer, Daisy and Ophelia together will definitely be interesting xD)


    Kato//13 years//Mustang//Bachelor//Tags: Freyja + Athena
    When the filly began to approach him, Kato abruptly lifted his head and stopped in place, staring. When the filly went back to her mother, he relaxed and lowered his head to graze again, keeping his focus on the two in front of him. When the mare swished her tail, spreading her scent, Kato continued his slow walk towards her. Though he had more sense than a young stallion, he was still a stallion, and couldn't resist the scent of a mare in heat, especially one with a scent this strong. Still, he tried to keep himself in check and not act too rashly. He didn't want to blow his chance with her. He was still tired from today's earlier events, so if she ran, he wasn't sure if he could keep her from fleeing. He was close to her now, close enough to touch her. Letting out a low nicker, he reached out to her with his muzzle, taking in her scent. His body was still and his ears forward, he was prepared to quickly move out of the way if she wasn't pleased with his closeness.

    Minerva//12 years//Standardbred//Lone Mare//Tags: Neptune
    Minerva didn't notice the stallion at first. She wasn't the most observant, and the wolf that hung by her was taking up most of her attention. At the sound of hooves pounding against the earth, she lifted her head and watched as a chestnut stallion came barreling down at the wolf, teeth bared. The wolf wasn't taking any chances and made the smart decision to flee. It barely had a chance against one grown horse, but two? Minerva watched the wolf disappear among the trees before turning her attention to the newcomer, who was now approaching her.

    "You're right, I could have, but didn't really feel like it. Thank you for finally getting rid of it though, that wolf was starting to be a real pain." She snorted. "I don't think I know you. Who are you? My name is Minerva."

    Ophelia//2 years//Anglo-Arabian//Lone Mare//Tags: Daisy

    Hearing a nicker, Ophelia's ear twitched and she lifted her head to see who it came from. A mare was approaching her, and she was alone. She was a pretty bay mare, a bit taller than Ophelia and a bit older as well, but she didn't seem that old. Ophelia could feel her body tense up. She couldn't help it, unfamiliar horses always made her feel nervous, even if they were another mare. But she didn't run away. She was a herd animal, and her instincts were telling her to find companions. It was not safe for a young horse like her to be alone, plus she was beginning to feel lonely. As the mare came closer, Ophelia allowed herself to relax. The mare didn't seem like a threat, in fact she seemed a lot like Ophelia so far - nervous and wanting companionship. Ophelia walked up to the mare to meet her, stopping once she was close enough to touch her. Nickering in greeting, she bumped her muzzle against the mare's, her ears now pricked forward.
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