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[lynettetan1]

Velvet Blossom

His name was Jiro. Blossom's ears perked quietly as she tried to commit the name to memory. She wondered quietly what Jiro meant, if it meant anything. Maybe it just suited him. His voice broke her out of her thoughts, however, and the mare blushed once more at the compliment. Any more and she might stay permenantly red, she thought.

But his question put her ever so slightly on edge.though she hid it well, she couldn't help the nervous flick of her ears. One thing she'd learnt in her short time in the wild, other than how things worked, was that wild horses didn't like to consort with tame ones. Sure, Jiro didn't look very aggressive right now, but she didn't look quite as tame as she used to. Better to hide it from him for now. "No, I don't have a herd. I left just a while ago." She said vaguely. Young mares often left their herds at two, so it kind of made sense. Blossom was not too used to hiding the truth, though, so her eyes stared quietly at the ground. His flirting made her grin, however, and her smile became a shy, abashed one.

Suddenly, Jiro seemed to focus on something. Blossom looked up as well, before hearing two other voices that would belong to the male gender. Looking around a little nervously, she took a step closer to Jiro, preferring to stay nearer a potential threat she knew then one she didn't. She could smell him then, though, but his scent was one of a mixed scent, with his own, and traces of a heat scent. As the wind blew her way, she recognised it to be heat scent from the mare watching the both of them. Blossom looked up at that mare for a second. That mare's pelt was of fine ebony, mysterious and beautiful, nothing like her bright red, which made her look down. Did she stand out too much here? She envied that mare a little.

"Is that mare a part of your herd?" She asked curiously, a little bit more of the fear abated, getting replaced with her feelings of intriugue.

[dumbass]

Gallahad's ears flicked as he watched Dark Angel from a distance. She intrigued him; so free, with an air of attitude. He returned the knicker, trotting towards her. The buckskins strides weren't graceful, or even that pretty. They were heavy and plodding, his boxy rump swaying as he bounced off his hocks in a friendly trot. Nothing about it seemed threatening, but he stopped a few yards away for good measure. When he was a yearling he has been kicked in the nose by a moody mare and he didn't want it to happen again. "Hello!" He called, eyes bright.

Emmet froze, but calmed when she heard that the voice was feminine. The mare slowly trudged through the brush, shaking her mane of the leaves and giving a friendly knicker. She was much smaller than the other mare, standing a measly 14 hands. Pony heritage laced through her facial features, looking more like a childrens hack than a wild horse. "Hello, there." The welsh replied, nibbling at the grass but continuing to watch the other mare.

[Re b e l]

Dark Angel
I slowed as the dusty palomino came into view. I immediately smelled him, the musky smell of a stallion. No part of him struck me as aggressive or ornery. I swished my tail and flipped my ears back, I'm not going to play games with him. The smaller one startles me a bit and I take a step back, snorting at them both. "Hello" I direct at the stallion. I look around for anymore mares that might be with the stallion, I would surely hope not, I am not good around too many horses at once: especially mares in heat. I swish tail at him with a bit of impatience, waiting to hear what he wants. I sigh a bit and drop my annoyed stance, I'm definitely not going to make any friends like that. "I'm Dark Angel, but please call me Angel. What is your name?" I look him over. The stallion appears to be a quarter horse, or a mix of some sort. We never had any horses like him in my barn, to the English riders they were no good for anything. His coloring is something I have never seen before, dark brown, almost my color, leading up to a sandy yellow. We stood about the same height, maybe he was a bit taller. A western horse, that's what he would be called. He was a much stronger horse obviously, he was bred for strength and distance, while I was bred for looks and agility. I shift my weight to my left hoof. "Are you with anyone else?" , I ask him, making sure there weren't any moody overprotective mares around who only care about keeping their stallion to themselves.

[.Bandit]

Gallahad's ears flicked as he watched Dark Angel from a distance. She intrigued him; so free, with an air of attitude. He returned the knicker, trotting towards her. The buckskins strides weren't graceful, or even that pretty. They were heavy and plodding, his boxy rump swaying as he bounced off his hocks in a friendly trot. Nothing about it seemed threatening, but he stopped a few yards away for good measure. When he was a yearling he has been kicked in the nose by a moody mare and he didn't want it to happen again. "Hello!" He called, eyes bright.

Emmet froze, but calmed when she heard that the voice was feminine. The mare slowly trudged through the brush, shaking her mane of the leaves and giving a friendly knicker. She was much smaller than the other mare, standing a measly 14 hands. Pony heritage laced through her facial features, looking more like a childrens hack than a wild horse. "Hello, there." The welsh replied, nibbling at the grass but continuing to watch the other mare.

Spirit bobbed her head when she saw the horse was another mare, not a stallion. "Hi," she whickered, "my name is Spirit. What's yours?" She asked and also started to nibble the grass. She flicked her ears back and forth, always alert, making sure a stallion didn't come up from behind.

[canis,]

J I R O
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Gender: Stallion
Herd: His own
Tags: Fiske; Velvet Blossom

I may look mean,
I may act mean.
But I am anything
But mean.

Jiro watched the mare as she stared at the ground once she answered his question. I wonder what's going on in her mind. Jiro shook of his thought, though, when the mare suddenly moved closer to him. He realized that it was because of the potential dangers of the other stallions. But the fact that she sought him for protection gave a stallion a bit of confidence with Blossom. At her question, he turned his own head to glance at Fiske. "Yes, her name is Fiske. Believe me, she is an amazing mare. You two would be great friends," he answered, nodding to the distant figure of the black mare. He then looked back at Blossom. "You know, I would be overjoyed to have a mare such as yourself in my herd. You'd fit right in," he said, smiling a bit at her once more. His ears had blocked out the noise of his distant brothers and focused on Blossom. Her coat still burned bright, like a fire in the middle of Jiro's dark brown eyes. He was silent, awaiting her next words.

[dogshrimp]

↠↠↠ Anyone and everyone has evil, we can all be driven by fear and chaos

N a m e :: Vivian

G e n d e r :: mare

A g e :: 6.5

H e r d :: None

R a n k :: Lone mare

C r u s h :: None

M a t e :: None

F o a l / s :: None

P h y s i c a l D e s c r i p t i o n ::
One word that can describe Vivan well is bulky. Her legs are thick and muscular, just like the rest of her. Definitely not the fastest of mares, but built on a good foundation. She has phenomenal endurance, whether it be towards the weather, with wounds, or in the case of running. She has a thick neck holding up her broad head, her ears looks rather small in comparison to the bulk of the other two. The colors of the hair spread among her skin has a base of white, she is defined as a paint due to a minimal amount of very dark grey spots, almost black in color. Her eyes are an almost ice colored blue, giving an intensity to her stare. Both her mane and tail are thick and heavy, but the short feathering and other bits of longer hair are light weight and almost seem to float with the lightest of breezes. She stands at a sturdy 16.2 hh.

P e r s o n a l i t y ::
Vivian is a bit of a mysterious mare, not quite as open and rambunctious as she was a few years back. After learning much through time and experience she has obtained a good head on her shoulders. But that doesn't necessarily mean she is easy to work with. As stubborn as ever. It's just a more level and intelligent stubbornness, she is much more crafty and quick to think than she was back as a younger mare. Very head strong, she will face anything with fear quickly put aside. This includes predators, feisty mares, and overly persistent stallions. She speaks more in body language than words, quick to clip a conversation short. She is perhaps a bit brutally honest. It's hard to get her temper heated, but lying or acting vain with light her fuse.

H i s t o r y :: W.I.P. - wanted to go ahead and post before the rp got too far.

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

[evixtus]

↠↠↠ A dream is the place where fear and a wish meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, we call that a nightmare. - David Gregory Roberts

n a m e ::
Paradise Percussion

g e n d e r ::
Mare

a g e ::
4 Years

h e r d ::
None

r a n k ::
Loner

c r u s h ::
None

m a t e ::
None

f o a l / s ::
None

p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n ::
Paradise is a beautiful red dun Appaloosa mare. Her fur takes on a light apple red coloring, with certain shades of what seems to be salmon and white. Her mane and tail are long, and very thick, her tail only sweeps an inch off the ground, while her mane hangs over the right side with a gorgeous snow-white tint at the very bottom. Her eyes are a strikingly calm, turquoise color, with the colors clashing together near her pupil. The only scar that adorns her pelt is a small healing scar right across her left back hamstring from tripping over a log and scraping it against a rock as a filly. Paradise is actually a normal height, but slightly short to the eye. She stands at 15'3 H.H, and weighs 1,013 lbs. Her fur is short and sleek, and during the winter she gets redder, while in the spring and summer she gets whiter.

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Paradise is a very quiet mare, gentle, especially with the children around her. She enjoys spending her time most around the children, whenever the woman who rides her is busy with something else. Paradise is soft, quiet, and calm. She can be playful, and is very protective of her people. She doesn't take kindly to outsiders who step into her people's camp, unless she is called off by the natives. When that happens, she becomes cautious about the things and people around the children. Besides her protective side, she is easy to control, and never fights back. She's eager to please her riders, and she gets a feeling of relaxation when the children paint on her pale pelt.

h i s t o r y ::

↠↠↠ Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.

n a m e ::
Unorthodox July

g e n d e r ::
Mare

a g e ::
4 Years

h e r d ::
None

r a n k ::
Loner

c r u s h ::
None

m a t e ::
None

f o a l / s ::
None

p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n ::
July is easily a clash of a blue and red roan Appaloosa mare with a long black mane and tail, being normally thin for a horse. She has bright forest green eyes that reflect almost every image that she sees. She stands at 16 H.H, with an equally separated muscle build from her father being a run-away champion jumping horse.

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
July is a flirty mare, but she is very picky about stallions. She loves to tease the stallions with her french vocabulary, since they don't know what she is saying. But when she comes across a french stallion, which is extremely rare, she pops in and randomly speaks to him in French, to see is he is full french or not. July is also a very big trickster. She'll prank a stallion and lure him away from another mare, but she only does that when she wants the stallion very badly.

h i s t o r y ::
July was born as a filly into her fathers herd. She grew up there, not knowing any sort of harm or danger, until her dam, Twilight saved her from a cougar attack. Her dam was injured greatly, and July began to learn that life isn't perfect. Things can change in the flash of an eye. As a yearling, she tripped and stepped into a rabbit hole wrong, causing her to become crippled for sometime. During that time, her first sibling was born, a strawberry roan filly named Russian Roulette. She became extremely overprotective, and grew a bond with her sister larger than a mother to a foal. When she hit two years old, and was finally a mare, her younger brother, Coffee Workshop was born. She became protective of him as well, but he didn't last long. While her dam was relaxing, July was babysitting, and she had fallen asleep, when Coffee had been killed by a cougar. Her dam had awoken to find July asleep, and her colt being eaten by a cougar. Twilight went mad, and July ran away, spending the next few years as a loner.

[dumbass]

Emmet lipped at Spirits shoulder, a friendly gesture. "I'm Emmet. But you seem nice, so you can call me Em!" Her bright little eyes looked up at the taller mare, lip twitching. "Are you alone?" she questioned, unaware as to if she had brought her stallion, if she had one, along with her. The welsh's coat shone, although it had a thin layer of dirt layered over her chestnut parts, making her appear simply brown.

"Its nice to meet you, Angel!" He nickered softly, flicking an ear. When it twitched, it flopped in a lazy manner. His hazel eyes scanned her curiously; this was not the type of horse you would normally see. She was slim, with strong hind quarters and straight thin legs. "No, I'm alone...are you?" He asked, cocking an ear back, as though unsure that one of his siblings would ambush him. While he was large like them, he had the mindset of a yearling.

[.Bandit]

Spirit wasn't one to show her friendly side but this mare seemed very nice. "Nice to meet you Em!" She neighed happily, "And yes, I am alone. I hate herds." She admitted. She nudged Emmet playfully in the rump and pranced around. Today was so beautiful and she didn't want to waste it by slouching around. Her black and white coat shone in the sun, and her mane waved in the gently breeze.