The Wild Horses of Tyver | Accepting!

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Valley of Wind
She snorted, flicking her ears. She stared at the stallion, how long did it take him to come up with an answer? She turned her back on him, still alert, tail swishing. She lowered her head to graze, moving her head from side to side slowly to get at the grass around her.

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xXBring me the HorizonXx
Horizon snorted when she turned her back on him, pinning his ears back briefly before he strode up beside her. He bumped her shoulder with his muzzle. "I don't suppose you have a herd?" He asked, wondering how she would take that kind of questioning.

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"Whatever," she muttered, her tail flicking. She trotted off a few yards to graze, wanting to put some distance between them.

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Valley of Wind
She raised her head, stepping to the side. "No." She whinnied, casting a sideways glance at him. Her hazel eyes showed his concern, but she still wasn't running. She was honestly interested in this stallion, he was the first she had met who hadn't ducked and ran toward her on first sight.

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xXBring Me the HorizonXx
"Perhaps you could join me?" He asked after a short pause. He shook his black and flaxen mane. "I could use the company and, as most mares do, you need protection from younger, inexperienced bachelors... am I right?" He knew he was a bit young himself and might have appealed to her more if he was a little older, but he was strong and healthy.

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Valley of Wind
She thought for a moment, there was sense in his point but she still wasn't quite sure about him. He could end up just like other stallions, rude and obnoxious. But she was tired of being on her own, maybe of he turned out like that she could slip away when he wasn't looking. "Very well." She neighed, voice weighed down with uncertainty.

Ooc;; Can I make another horse or two? I'm really bored and it would distract me.

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((Sure :U))

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Ooc;; Mkay, done. Made two more mares . Thanks .

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Cherokee
The red roan mare grazed quietly, pawing the ground every so often. Her deep brown eyes were covered by her dark forelock, but she was alert all the same.

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[center]~Phoenix Fire~

The pinto mare began to paw the ground, tiring of eating by herself. She began to scan the area, and spotted some dots of color, a few miles away. Deciding to see if they were worth her time, Phoenix broke into a trot, then a canter as she moved towards the horses.