T H E . U N T O L D . S T O R Y|wILD hORSE|nEEDS sTALLIONS

[evixtus]

{ Thinking of making a stallion... but I also wanna make another mare. X3 }

[Msshardy]

.~|_Beau_|~.

Username:
Msshardy
Name:
"Beau."
Age:
"Six years."
Breed:
"Mustang, born and true."
Height:
"14.8 hands."
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Personality:
"I'm not a playful stallion. I'm quite demanding and brash, I'm not gushy and lovey dovey. I do not show favor and am rare to show any affection at all. I rarely laugh, mostly because most jokes are immature. I'm strict as can be and do not put up with any mares, or foals for that matter, stepping out of line. I'm not a gentle, loving stallion, and I do nip, butt, and kick. I believe I am the definition of the word 'stallion'.
History:
"I was born to a very large, struggling herd in the foothills of a large mountain. My father, obviously, was the lead stallion. Many horses come from the lead mare and flaunt a sad sob story as their history. My life was not a sob story, and any sad parts are nothing to gloat or sob about. My mother wasn't a lead, she was a scrawny subordinate. I was rarely noticed by my father because I was small as a colt. For that, I was thankful. My father was a brutal stallion, who'd take out his anger on the young colts. I rarely got that treatment. When the time came, though, I was dispelled from the herd just as my brother's were. But I came back. My brother and I met with a few bachelors. We attacked my father and split the herd. Only a few short months later, one of the bachelors came and stole the herd from me.
I quickly got over that, not letting the disappointment get to me. I moved on and snaked three mares from two stallions I met on my journey. One was deathly ill and died days after. The other two lived and gave birth to many good foals. Sadly, all colts but three, and one filly didn't live. Once the youngest living filly reached maturity, another stallion found me. All my mares were stolen, including my two beautiful daughters. I moved on, and here I am.
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Parents:
"A brutal stallion and a scrawny mare. Nothing special."
Siblings:
"Many sisters, about five brothers."
Herd:
"I am a bachelor for now."
Foals:
"None from my first herd, but four colts and two living daughters from my second herd."
Other:
"Nothing to put here."
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[doncaster.]

((Accepted, you can make both if you like))

[mindless.]

Soul snorted as the stallion watched her, the wind running its fingers through her mane. The mare was frozen a moment but angered when he simply left. A loud and abrupt snort shot out of her and she made a whinny. Hesitation. Did that come from her? A prissy whinny? Soul in confusion shook her head and lowered it to the grass, lifting her head to look toward the stallion. Forcing her dark eyes back around to her lithe figure she shook her headand nibbled at the chilky grass.

[evixtus]

|.:.| Musical Whispers |.:.|





N a m e
Musical Whispers
N i c k n a m e s
Music or Whisper
G e n d e r
Mare
A g e
4 Years Old



P e r s o n a l i t y
Whisper is a very flirty mare. She will walk right up to any stallion and immediatly begin to tease him and flirt with him. She is hard to turn down. Around her foals, she can be the most protective mare you have ever met. She is afraid of nothing, and all she cares about in the world is love, kindness and family.
H i s t o r y
Like most boring horse stories, she was born to the wild mountains, like the many great horses of old before her. It was a small band, and easily preyed on by predators, so Whisper became swift in her young age. When she was about two years old and still a filly in all respects, the band was rounded up and taken in as part of the yearly quota of horses. She was sound in body and mind, which became her ticket to a quick adoption. She lived with her adopters, who had began a routine of adopting young horses and then re-releasing them into reservations to help the blood-lines of the horses already living there. She stayed until she was around four years old, before being trailered off to her new home with some of her other young companions. Her adopters was where she was given her full name, and the nickname from it has simply stuck.
I n . H e a t
Yes



F u r . C o l o r
Dapple Bay
E y e . C o l o r
Striking Green
M a n e + T a i l . C o l o r
Black
H o o f . C o l o r
Black



C r u s h
N/A
M a t e
N/A
F o a l s
N/A
P a r e n t s
Gone. Can't find them.
S i b l i n g s
N/A



O t h e r

Gunna flirt with Beau!!

[doncaster.]

(Accepted. Lol, I saw the word The Little Things and started laughing slightly. Little Things, the song is on the radio right now..)

[mindless.]

(Heehee..The mustang stallion is too perfect for demon Soul xD)

[doncaster.]

.|:|Celtic Impression|:|.
His head raised as a shrill whinny hit his ears. He turned his head and saw the fiery mare that had grasped his attention. He shook out his mane and turned away from her again, not wanting to approach her.

[evixtus]

{ XD LOL. }

[doncaster.]

(@LostCause-He is reluctant to approach her X3 If they did meet and he did come to like her, he would probably get quite possesive and aggressive. It's hard to explain, read his personality)