Spirit Of The Wild- Horse RP [Accepting]

[Daisy.Chain]

All Accepted, will put your names on the front page feel free to start when ever you guys please )

[Luna~tic]

((Okay, and I'm also going to add another mare to my form, but later.))

[Daisy.Chain]

alright. let me know when you do )

[Luna~tic]

{{The basics/outline of her form is up, including her name, I've been meaning to create a character named Dusk...}}

[Daisy.Chain]

Gorgeous horse, what breed is the horse in the pic? }}

[Luna~tic]

(Missouri Fox Trotter.)

[horsemane01]

Name: Midnight
Gender: Female
Nickname: Night
History: Once she meets a stallion then she might tell them.
Breed: Mustang
Appearance: All Black with 4 white stockings and a white star.
Other: Looking for a male. She likes them to be rough, but not to rough.

[~Levi~]

[center]Name:lily Nickname: none age: 5. Gender: female
[img]Image%20here[/img]http://www.horsemart.co.uk/all-rounder-horse-7-yrs-15-3-hh-black-kent/Horses/298128
History:unknown
Appearance: http://www.horsemart.co.uk/all-rounder- ... ses/298128
Personality: kind
Other:

[Daisy.Chain]

Accepted Poppy would you mind editing your Form, its a little hard to read apart from that you are accepted. Feel free to start ))

[Luna~tic]

A Dash of Pepper
The stallion watched the plains from his ridge. Pepper reared, letting out a loud whinny as he did so, warning stallions to stay away and calling any mares before dropping back to the ground, his silver mane blowing to the side as he pricked his ears, waiting for a replying call.

Painted by the Wind
Painted paced back and forth in her meadow, feeling trapped as she did so. She didn't want to leave the safety of the clearing to go into the forest, but nor did she want to stay in a place where stallions could easily find her. The chestnut mare sighed, her head dropping to snuffle at the grass, sniffing for any scents that could warn her of another's presence.

Silhouette at Dusk
Dusk trotted along, searching for a familiar landmark, or a herd. Seeing nothing the mare sighed, her red mane whipping back and forth in the strong wind of the hill she was standing on, her brown eyes searching for life, or another presence. Figuring that no one would find her without a call, she let out a loud whinny, before going silent, her ears pricked and her eyes searching.