wild ones - wild horse roleplay - open and accepting

[. mira .]

[ n e p t u n e ]
♣ stallion ♣
♣ twelve ♣
♣ chestnut swb x mustang ♣
♣ mares; none ♣
♣ tags; minerva ♣

Neptune listened, his ears flicked towards Minerva, but his eyes scanning the trees. Satisfied that the wolf had left for good this time, he returned his attention to the bay mare. "Oh it's no problem. Pleased to meet you, Minerva." He extended his neck, reddish mane falling loosely. "I'm Neptune." The stallion took in her scent - the mare was his age, as well as he could guess, and had no scent of another stallion mingled with hers. That pleased him, as he was not prepared nor did he want a fight at this moment. He was without mares and an injured stallion, even in his prime, was not very attractive to lone mares.

The day was fairly balmly. After a rough winter, the sun was an old friend returning to the vast stretches of grass. Neptune shook himself lightly, taking in the sun, breathing it in. Every bit of him felt warm and energized, the result of good weather, plenty of food, and fresh water. Neptune was more than ready to have a herd again, after his last group of mares was rounded up. Not only was he greedy but he also missed the company good mares could provide. And foals - their cute spindly legs melted his heart.

[ p o p p y ]
♡ mare ♡
♡ six ♡
♡ black thoroughbred ♡
♡ stallion: none ♡
♡ heat: 1 ♡
♡ tags; open ♡

< just grazing in a field, feel free to tag her >

[kilimanjaro]

= A R T A X =
age; ten years sex; stallion breed; mustang x thoroughbred height; 16"1 tags; Liberty, Florence, Ra

The scents of mares seemed to be all around him now. Every direction beckoned Artax to take a sniff and nicker. Still highly aware of the presence of another stallion along the river, Artax walked forward toward the nearest scent. The mare must have smelt him too as she let out a squeal. The big bay stallion nickered back to her, tail swishing and neck standing tall. He pawed the ground and let out a loud neigh in hopes that the other mares he could smell would be curious enough to find him. He could see a beautiful dapple grey in the distance but for now his attention was solely on the chestnut splash mare. He picked up a trot toward her and only stopped after he had pranced a circle around her. "Hi," he nickered swatting the flies away with his tangled tail.

= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; Rowena, Rose, Neptune

The sound of yelping made Cricket's ears swivel back and the sounds of the wolves seemed to be fading. She glanced back briefly and noticed the canines scampering off and several horses nearby. "You better run!" she called to the wolves, snorting in their direction as she tried to catch her breath. They must've thought it wasn't worth the trouble if their prey had a herd to protect her. Cricket was fond of being alone but she couldn't deny the feeling of utter joy to see the other horses. Slowly, she was able to limp toward the first mare. A chestnut and arabian by the looks of it. And much younger than Cricket. It wasn't too hard to be younger than Cricket though. "Thank you," she managed to choke out as her heart pounded and she tried her best to catch her breath. She hadn't run that fast in many seasons. As the adrenaline began to fade, a sharp stinging crept into her hock where the wolf had bit her. She turned her head and saw it dripping blood very slowly. She snorted to herself. At least she wasn't dead.

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

Aspen eyed the paint stallion, swishing her tail patiently. He seemed far more interested in the paint mare that was up the hill a little bit. But still he beckoned for her to come down to him. Her initial instinct told her to follow him. He wouldn't hurt her and chances are the mare wouldn't either unless she was the jealous type. That didn't comfort Aspen all that much but she didn't have all of spring to be picky. She needed a herd quickly despite her apprehensions. Only on her own for the last half of winter, Aspen knew it wouldn't be long before bears came out of their dens and the wolves had hangry pups to feed. Just go down, she told herself. With a swish of her tail, the little buckskin began picking her way toward the two paints. Trying not to seem overly interested, she nibbled on a few patches of grass here and there as she made her way toward the two. The stallion was awfully eager from the looks of him as he moved around the pinto mare. Aspen snorted at his confidence. It was cute in a way. She wasn't entirely sure why but she liked the look of him, at least from the few yards away she stood. A few swishes of her tail let her heat scent drift toward him and hopefully he'd find her a bit more interesting sooner rather than later.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cybele
Mare|9 years old|15 hands|Paint|Herd:open|Tags/mentions: Ebony,Poppy, Open
The black paint walked slowly taking in her surroundings as she went but still keeping an eye on her excited daughter who was galloping around. Cybele sighed a bit exasperated at her high energy filly before putting down her head and beginning to eat the fresh shoots of green grass keeping an ear turned toward her filly. As she was grazing she noticed a black horse in the distance She immediately brought her head up and put her ears forward in interest as she debated whether or not to approach the other horse. Cybele decided to go and introduce herself and Ebony since having another horse around would help keep her daughter safe. She nickered for Ebony to follow her before trotting in the direction of the horse, as she and Ebony came closer to the horse whom she realized was a mare Cybele stopped a good distance away and let out a whinny to get the mare’s attention and waited for her response.

Ebony
Filly|1 month|Paint x quarter|herd:open|Tags/mentions: Cybele,Poppy,Open
Ebony galloped she was feeling very energetic today and was glad to be out in the sunshine. She stopped and reared up sticking her long skinny black legs up into the air and letting out a happy whinny before jumping back into a gallop once more. Once Ebony heard her mother nicker for her she ran over and began to trot beside her mother. She noticed the other horse and put her ears forward in excitement since she was happy at the possibility of having a new friend. Ebony stopped beside her mother although she was fidgety since she wanted to go up and introduce herself however she knew that her mother would not appreciate her running up to strange horses.

[AntCall]

M O N A/ 2/ mare/bipolar, protective,bossy impatient/tags...neptune, minerva
shaking her pelt, she clapped her teeth together, man was it cold. no, wait, looking around herself she realized the snow was melting, with a soft neigh she dashes for the hills. after a little while of running and being playful, her face turns serious, sniffing the air she could smell a couple more horses not so far away.slowly, taking her hooves one by one and walking towards those horses. a wolf scrammed the other direction, with amusment she watches the stallion, and the mare.

S U N N Y/ 3/ mare/ submissive,caring, gentle, gullible, naive/tags poppy
the young mare came towards her sister, neighing softly. her ear twitched when she smelled but also saw a few horses in the corner of her eye. reaching her older sister, she sits down and watches the two horses come closer. they seemed like one was very young, and the other, well the mother. but she wasn't quiet sure, shaking her head her nostrils flare

[Blumenkranz]

Minerva//12 years//Standardbred//Lone Mare//Tags: Neptune + Mona
Minerva gave a small nod, looking over Neptune curiously. He was in his prime, and looked strong and fit, but she didn't see any mares with him nor smell any. She wondered what a stallion like him was doing without a herd. That must have been one of the reasons why he approached her, he likely wanted to start a herd. She didn't think that she would mind being with him. She hardly knew him yet, but he seemed fit and able to defend a herd, and he seemed friendly enough. Besides, Minerva was not the picky type. Noticing movement, Minerva turned her head a bit to look at an approaching horse. At first glance, she thought it was a stallion, but quickly realized that the horse was a mare, a young mare in fact. "Hm? It looks like we have company." She said, looking back to Neptune. "Is she with you?" She added. Perhaps her earlier assumption was wrong, and Neptune really did have a herd.

[. mira .]

[ n e p t u n e ]
♣ stallion ♣
♣ twelve ♣
♣ chestnut swb x mustang ♣
♣ mares; none ♣
♣ tags; minerva, mona, cricket, rose, rowena ♣

Neptune stood, head raised, fully aware that Minerva was judging him. Was he strong enough? Fit enough? He had some things going for him - age, good breeding, experience. She seemed satisfied, and that pleased Neptune. Before he could make more small talk, hoofbeats pounded out of the nearby forest. Three mares, looking flighty, emerged. One was an older Warmblood mare, who was bleeding from her back leg. Another was a mid-aged leopard appaloosa, and finally an Anglo Arabian. They must have had an encounter with wolves, probably the rest of the pack that the starving wolf was from. Neptune watched them carefully. He wanted to approach them, to offer the injured mare safety, as well as the other two. However they did seem very on edge and might attack him if they felt he was another threat to their safety.

Minerva drew his attention once more with the mention of company. The Warmblood Mustang mixed stallion turned in the direction Minerva was indicating. Yet another mare was walking towards them, this one appeared to be a very young mustang. The mustang paused and was watching them from a bit of a distance. "No, she's not. I am, unfortunately, without a herd so far this spring." He said regretfully, hoping this wouldn't make Minerva doubt his abilities as a stallion. Neptune was halfway between the mustang and the group of edgy mares and momentarily unsure of which direction to turn in. The chestnut stallion decided that the young mare was probably not as worthy of an option - she might not be of breeding age and was surely very fresh to the whole courting game, making things difficult for Neptune. He looked to Minerva, making a small nicker to her, inviting her to come along. He began to move towards the mares, then paused. With a turn of his strong head, he nickered to the dark-colored mustang. Neptune waited for her to lift her head, making sure she'd heard, before he continued to walk towards the group of mares. Every few steps he'd make sure Minerva was with him and check if the mustang had decided to come along. Neptune called out to the group of mares that had run from the forest. His nicker was strong and bold, but friendly. When he was close to them, his hoofbeats stopped and he waited for the mares to reply or come closer on their own.

[ p o p p y ]
♡ mare ♡
♡ six ♡
♡ black thoroughbred ♡
♡ stallion: none ♡
♡ heat: 1 ♡
♡ tags; sunny, cybele, ebony ♡

Poppy was absorbed in her mindless task of grazing. Pulling up the grass, chewing, and swallowing. Quickly her thoughts were interrupted by Sunny neighing softly. Her Thoroughbred sister was getting older, and Poppy knew it time to either separate or find a herd. They had stuck together since they had gotten lost from their herd last year. Sunny had always been naive, and Poppy - who herself was naive - couldn't bear to leave her adorable little sister. A black paint mare drew her attention with a whinny. By the mare's side was an energetic black filly. Poppy couldn't help but smile as the very young filly bucked and reared with her gangly legs.

Poppy looked to Sunny, who was already intently watching the mother-daughter paint pair. Deciding that they looked safe, the Thoroughbred nickered in return, light and friendly. She walked a little towards the mare, who she could see now was a few years older than her. "Hello, I'm Poppy." She gestured to her dark-colored younger sister, who was laying in the grass behind her. "And that is my sister, Sunny." Poppy's dark coat shined warm in the spring sunlight. She noticed with a small smile that they were a gathering of dark-colored horses, very bright shadows in the sunlight fields.

[kilimanjaro]

-not going to add anything for Artax or Aspen until other replies :p-

= C R I C K E T =
age; seventeen sex; mare breed; warmblood height; 17" tags; Minerva, Mona, Neptune, Rose, Rowena

All of the commotion seemed to have gathered a herd of horses. Cricket felt a bit embarrassed about needing so many horses' help but she didn't let it show. She held her head high as the stallion came closer. In no shape to be claimed or run, Cricket held her tail clamped to her rear and ears flicking between each horse. The chestnut stallion called out to the mare that was farther off in the distance and the Standardbred mare he had been talking to. Cricket felt trapped but she didn't let any concern show on her face. Despite her bleeding, aching leg, she stood tall with her muscles tensed. The stallion nickered for them to come closer after stopping a little distance away. Cricket was expecting him to be more forward and aggressive given her heavy heat scent. Obviously this stud had more self-control than Cricket gave him credit for but she didn't trust him as far as she could kick him. She stayed in her place, hooves planted to the ground like tree trunks.

[Alledowaya]

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

When the red mare started slowly making her way to him, Ra lifted his head up and started moving at a nice floating trot. He was super excited to meet a new mare, and even though there was the threat of another stallion nearby he thought his chances to meet this mare and whisk her away were good. He had heard a second mare and was hoping and praying the other stud took more interest in them. Ra slowed his stride before reaching her however, not wanting to slam into her, she seemed a bit thin for excessive stress. His ears perked towards her as he introduced himself, "Hello, I am Ra." He said with a little bow-like nod, being this close to her he could definitely tell now that she had a rough winter, her red coat was duller than usual for spring, and her hips were starting to protrude. "Are you alright?" He asked at almost a whisper, genuinely concerned. He was still young, and didn't know if that would be a good question to ask, or if it would just chase her away.
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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.

Will be continued with a reply.
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Rose | 7 Yr Old & 16.2 hh | Anglo Arabian | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Full
Tags: Cricket, Rowena, Neptune, Minerva, Mona

"Of course!" The flaxen mare snorted, "No horse would want that fate for anyone..." The trio wandered through the woods before coming out near a meadow, the three mares a bit worn out from the battle. Rose realized she never caught the spotted mare's name, and walked up to her to see if she could spark a conversation. Before she could get close enough, a deep neigh came from a little ways off, and a chestnut stallion appeared from around the bend, Cricket tensed, and the movement told Rose that this was an unknown stallion. She collected her head to the side, ears flat behind her forelock. She watched the stallion come closer and stand nearby, realizing he wasn't going to move any closer, she felt confident enough to flick her tail into your typical Arabian position, "What do you want?" She snorted at the newcomers, as a pair of mares had finally caught up with the stallion. Rose didn't usually care about her own heat, as she had never been around a full stallion before, and now she was intrigued but offended that this stallion had approached them so casually. Did they need a stallion to keep them safe? They had fended off a pack of wolves by themselves, and Rose thought them more than capable of living without a stud.
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Azshara | 15 Yr Old & 14.3 hh | Quarter Horse | Lone Mare
Heat Stage: Mid
Tags: Open

Despite leaving the area as soon as she could, Azshara could faintly smell the scent of skunk still. Since it was spring, she did not want another stallion smelling her like this, she gave a big sigh and started heading to where she knew wild tomatos grew. Her dam had taught her this trick, and it had been passed down through their family along with many other random facts about fruits and herbs. Her dam had told her that when the humans ruled the land, they would use tomatoes to dim the scent of skunk if a horse got sprayed by one. Finding the wild vines in the trees, Azshara started to pull whole groups down, enough for her to roll in.

A few hours later say the champagne mare in the lake, to wash off all of the red tomatoes she had smeared all over herself. Finally clean and shiny, she hauled herself from the clean water and shook herself on the banks. Azshara settled down for a rest in the shade of a wide elm tree.
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My horse rp Sheets

[ordinary people]

♔ ━ 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊
mare ━ eleven ━ tb x mustang ━ early heat stage
herd: here ━━━ tags; ra ━━━ mentions; here
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Stepping to the side , the sorrel mare was able to carry on towards the stallion until their shoulders were parallel and gently, she grazed her whiskers across his abdomen, towards his croup, familiarising herself with his scent. No matter what mares say, a stallion's musk during a heat cycle is always comforting. Swirling an ear backwards as a precaution of any danger, even though she was sure the bachelor would tell her, she instead heard his voice. Vanya tensed at the inquiry of her wellbeing, even though she had been expecting something of the sort. Yet, on further inspection, it appeared to had come from somewhere of concern and not of disgust like she had originally assumed. "Vanya and yes, thank you. I am doing quite well and I am sure it will look like it soon," she answered politely whilst she walked around the equine from behind and ultimately settling to standing an inch away on his right.


♔ ━ 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
mare ━ nine ━ sb x arabian ━ full heat stage
herd: here ━━━ tags; here ━━━ mentions; artax
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The dappled mare huffed as she her dark orbs followed the bay stallion uninterestedly walked the opposite direction of her. She scraped her hoof across the ground, splaying dirt before placing it firmly back to it's original place. Florence wasn't going to be a stallion's second choice and he didn't seem like much of a loss anyway. Lifting her head high with pride and confidence, she squatted her bi-coloured tail at the pesky insects, unintentionally spreading scent of her heat, before trotting off in attempts to find somewhere to quench her thirst.

[. mira .]

♣ ℕ𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 ♣
i. stallion ii. twelve
iii. chestnut swb x mustang iv. mares: none
v. tags: minerva, mona, cricket, rose, rowena

The first thing he noticed was the tall warmblood mare's tenseness. Her head was high as she clearly tried to be strong but he could tell she was very unsure of him. At least two of the mares were deep into their heat, Neptune could smell, but they weren't acting like it. To be fair they had just been injured and fended off a wolf pack, but Neptune was still a little surprised by their tense greetings. The part-Arabian mare's ears were flat to her head. Neptune knew he needed to defuse the situation. His attention was focused on these new mares, but he tossed a glance in Minerva's direction as well as the young mustang. His gaze lingered momentarily but returned to the Arabian mare when she spoke. Her words and tone communicated clearly that she was not convinced by sight alone that Neptune was a worthy stallion. Neptune made eye contact to ensure the mares were all right with him moving closer, and took a few steps. "I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you after you had such an encounter with wolves. I just had one myself, with a pesky desperate one." He continued, "I couldn't help but notice that you were bleeding and I made my way over to see if you needed any help... Let me introduce myself; I'm Neptune. What might your names be?" He sent a reassuring look in the older, injured mare's direction, craning his head to make out the wound on her hock. It wasn't too bad but they couldn't afford to wander on their own to much longer; god forbid a cougar or more wolves smell the blood. Neptune also knew that while the Arabian and Warmblood were taking care of themselves well enough at the moment, along with the spotted mare, their heat would attract other stallions.. possibly ones that were not so courteous and good-natured as Neptune.



♡ ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕪 ♡
i. mare ii. six iii. heat 1
iv. black thoroughbred v. stallion: none
vi. tags: sunny, cybele, ebony

Poppy was absorbed in her mindless task of grazing. Pulling up the grass, chewing, and swallowing. Quickly her thoughts were interrupted by Sunny neighing softly. Her Thoroughbred sister was getting older, and Poppy knew it time to either separate or find a herd. They had stuck together since they had gotten lost from their herd last year. Sunny had always been naive, and Poppy - who herself was naive - couldn't bear to leave her adorable little sister. A black paint mare drew her attention with a whinny. By the mare's side was an energetic black filly. Poppy couldn't help but smile as the very young filly bucked and reared with her gangly legs.

Poppy looked to Sunny, who was already intently watching the mother-daughter paint pair. Deciding that they looked safe, the Thoroughbred nickered in return, light and friendly. She walked a little towards the mare, who she could see now was a few years older than her. "Hello, I'm Poppy." She gestured to her dark-colored younger sister, who was laying in the grass behind her. "And that is my sister, Sunny." Poppy's dark coat shined warm in the spring sunlight. She noticed with a small smile that they were a gathering of dark-colored horses, very bright shadows in the sunlight fields.