W A N D E R L U S T • horse rp • semi-lit • open

[Quitting1015]

- red is only 3 days, not a year c: -

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{Sorry again, my computer glitched...}

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"Hello, I am Spirit Of The Phantom, a pretty dark name if I must say. Please, call me Spirit or Phantom, either one. I got my name from a combination of my parents names, Ghostly Spirit & Phantom Of The Opera. I am currently five years old and ready to start a new herd! I was born on April 18th, it was actually raining the day I was born. I am obviously a stallion, I have the parts to confirm that, would you like to check?"


"I am part Mustang and then I think some Arabian? I'm not exactly sure, I just know I have those breeds, possibly a small portion of a few others. I am a dapple grey, my coat still having some black on it. It will fade as I get older and I will become plain old grey. I have a black mane and tail, my mane is very thick and a bit scruffy. My tail is also thick and pretty long, almost touching the ground. I am a very muscular stallion, my muscles protruding from my body. I am very stocky and lean, not a bit of fat on me. I am 16.3 HH, and I weigh 1,045lbs, not very large."


"I was born on a rainy day in the open pastures of the land. It was a bit chilly out, a bit odd for spring. My mother gave birth to me in the early morning, I'm guessing around 6:00 A.M., possibly. She cleaned me off and I squirmed around, trying to stand. In about 20 minutes, I was up standing then obviously nursing. My mother loved me, she was an angel to me. We stayed there for about an hour, relaxing for the long trip back to the herd. We had fallen behind the herd, our band stallion just left with the herd. We started moving slowly, my wobbly legs trying to find the right steps to take. Then, we heard a low howling sound, a bit piercing. Then another howl, a bit louder this time. We heard some rustling and 6 wolves appeared. I shivered in fear behind my mother, her own body shaking. Then, in a split second 2 of the wolves leaped on my mother's back. They tried to tear into her skin, eat her. I was terrified, screaming in fear. Then another 2 went for her legs and the last 2 wrapped around her neck. She fell, the wolves tearing into her flesh. She looked at me, a distant look, telling me to go, try and find the herd on my own. I was confused, why why she telling me this, she was going to win this fight, right? I stayed a bit far off from my mom, hoping she would stand and fight. That time never came, the wolves devoured her and I stood and watched it happen. I was hot with anger, wondering why I did nothing to try and save her. The wolves ran off, leaving me to find my own way in the land. I really don't have must of a history past this, just now I am very dark and keep to myself..."


"Will finish later..."


"I am currently alone, no herd. I think it will be very hard to speak with another horse. I don't talk to anyone, never had sense my mom "passed". I've been alone for a while now, so I'm going to try and build a herd, It's what she would have wanted.

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W.I.P.

[DandyLoops12345]

Bailey is a Sabino paint horse, with mainly solid colour, including the mane and tail, and white patches that have irregular shapes. His legs are partially white and Bailey's face has extensive white markings which cover most of his face. The young stallion’s patches vary in sizes, from covering large areas of the body to being only small flecks across his coat. The young stallion is four years of age, stands at 14.8 hands high and weighs approximately 1100 lbs. His sire was a paint horse, who of which had thoroughbred bred into his genes a few generations back but his dam, is pure paint horse, sporting more of the Overo type markings.
Bailey is a strong and determined stallion, being young and cocky he generally gets what he wants and wants what he gets. The stallion is pushy and down right obnoxious to his mares and other stallions. He believes in the first come, first serve basis but if someone beats him to it then the rule flies out of the window. Basically if the stallion doesn't get what he wants, he will try his best to get it. Bailey is a loud and an in your face stallion, his most important purpose, to him, other than his mares is to pass on his genes. Bailey is selfish and will often not share a lot of things, even with his herd. The stallion is hot headed and loses his temper easily, especially when he doesn't get his way.
Bailey grew up as the only stallion, after his sire died and the other foals in which, he called his half siblings were fillies, his dominance only grew out of control. When he was young his father was always there for him, to guide him along with his sisters around him. He took a shine to his father before the old horse died during a peaceful slumber. It was a shock to the herd but most of all to a tiny five month old bailey who had devoted his time to his father. His mother was devastated along with the other mares whom comforted her, as she was the lead mare and his closest companion. Bailey tried to comfort her, but felt like he had to step up. It was too early for him, by the time he was two. Bailey should have left the herd but with no stallion Bailey decided he should care for the remainders of his fathers herd. His harsh temperament drove him and his mother a part, much to her dismay but Bailey persisted. Driving his family away with his aggression and selfishness. Never having an older stallion to keep in check, changed Bailey dramatically.

Whiskey is a copper dapple shire horse, with a solid copper base covered in faint flecks of white and a dark copper. On each of her legs, she sports heavy feathering which is more of a golden colour. On her rear legs Whiskey proudly holds to arched socks, reaching about half way up her legs. Her mane and tail are long and well kept, all with a similar colour of her feathers. On her face, Whiskey sports a star, blaze and snip which reaches over her nostrils and her lips to under her chin. The experienced mare is seven years old, stands at 17.3 hands (tall for a mare) and approximately weighs 1800 lbs. Whiskey is a pure shire horse but many generations ago may have had a Clydesdale mixed in at some point.
Whiskey is an experienced mare, even with her size she enjoys a good roll in the dust or a sensual chat with others in her herd. The mare is a kind and gentle soul who makes friends easily with those around her. But this doesn't make her a push over, she only wants the best in a stallion and generally goes for the bigger breeds, more like her size. This doesn't make her picky for she loves everyone around her. Although Whiskey sometimes feels alone, her size often intimidate those around her. She sees her size as a curse, not taking in the rest of her before deciding she is an out cast. The mare is truly looking for someone ho will stick by her but her trust for others has dwindled after many things in her past.
Whiskey was a tiny foal, born on a ranch in the southern country. Her life was spent in the paddocks with her mother, never having to worry about going hungry or feeling the brunt of the whether. When the time came, Whiskey was broken easily and began her training with her peoples young daughter. Whiskey only grew, faster than the little girl in which she cherished could handle. Her parents had made a mistake. When the young girl was seven, her parents told her to go and try to sell Whiskey on the market. Not being able to do so, the young girl took her to the back of the property out of sight. Tying her to a tree and walking away, with tears in her eyes. Whiskey whinnied desperately. The following night, wind and rain howled across the mare's smooth coat. Her feathers soaked, Whiskey broke the rope and galloped in the forest to try and find shelter. The young girl, who she trusted, simply told her parents that the rope slipped form her hand and she got away. Whiskey spent many months wandering the wilderness. Her tame life had robbed her her of the ability to survive in the wild. One day she met a older stallion, one who is kind and gentle just like herself. The stallion was named, Baasra, her size and her nature. She spent months to years with this stallion, he taught her tentatively how to survive in the wilderness. Many years later, the stallion died from colic. A serious condition of the stomach. Whiskey had to leave and now continues to wander endlessly looking for someone like Baasra but always with a heavy heart.

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K a la ha r i
B a n d S t a l l i o n
E i g h t y e a r s
C r u s h - l e s s
St a l l i o n
M a t e l e s s

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Kalahari is analytical problem-solver, eager to improve systems and processes with his innovative ideas. He has a talent for seeing possibilities for improvement, whether at patrol, herd, or in himself.

Often intellectual, Kalahari enjoys logical reasoning and complex problem-solving. His approaches life by analyzing the theory behind what the sees, and is typically focused inward, on his own thoughtful study of the world around him. Kalahari is drawn to logical systems and is much less comfortable with the unpredictable nature of other people and their emotions. He is typically independent and selective about his relationships, preferring to associate with mares who they find intellectually stimulating and magnetizing.

Kali is typically reserved and serious, and seems to spend a lot of time thinking. He is curious about the world around him and often wants to know the principle behind what he sees. He thoroughly examines the information he receives, and if asked a question, will typically consider it at length before presenting a careful, complex answer. Kali thinks critically and clearly, and often has an idea about how to do something more efficiently. He can be blunt in their presentation, and often communicate in terms of the larger strategy, leaving out the details.

Although Kali isn't usually warm or particularly gregarious, he tends to have a self-assured manner with people based on his own security in their intelligence. Kali relates his ideas with confidence, and once he has arrived at a conclusion he will fully expect others to see the wisdom in his perceptions. Typically perfectionists and appreciate an environment of intellectual challenge. Kali enjoys discussing interesting ideas, and may get himself into trouble because of his take-no-prisoners attitude: if someone’s beliefs don’t make logical sense, the Mastermind typically has no qualms about pointing that out.

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R u s t i q u e
He r d m a r e
S i x y e a r s
C r u s h - l e s s
Ma r e
M a t e - l e s s

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Rustique is an idealist organizers, driven to implement her vision of what is best for humanity. Her often act as catalysts for human growth because of her ability to see potential in other people and their charisma in persuading others to their ideas. She is focused on values and vision, and is passionate about the possibilities for others.

Rust is typically energetic and driven, and often has a lot on her plate. She is tuned into the needs of others and acutely aware of human suffering; however, she also intends to be optimistic and forward-thinking, intuitively seeing opportunity for improvement. The mare is ambitious, but her ambition is not self-serving: rather, feels personally responsible for making the world a better place.


Driven by a deep sense of altruism and empathy for other people. Rust has an intuitive sense of the emotions of others, and often act as an emotional barometer for the people around them. However, their compassion not reserved for the people close to them: they are often humanitarian in nature, and may feel genuine concern for the ills of the entire human race. They tend to personally experience the feelings of others, and feel compelled to act when they see people suffering.
Rust will want close, supportive connections with others, and believe that cooperation is the best way to get things done. She likes to be liked and is very sensitive to feedback, both positive and negative. She will expect the best not just from herself, but from others as well, and may find herself disappointed when others are not as genuine in their intentions.

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[waldeinsamkeit.]

All are accepted, but I will not add all as two are a WIP. Aussie, I put one year because I do not want to be changing his age every day, hope that's okay)

[Quitting1015]

- okay c: -

[waldeinsamkeit.]

Maybe three more people until we start, so tell people!)

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g e n d e r :: Mare
a g e :: 4 years
h e r d:: None
f o a l / s ::None

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
- confident
- adventurous
- sweet
- curious
- aggressive
- understanding
- gentle
- intelligent

m o t h e r ::Blue Jay
f a t h e r :: Hidalgo
s i b l i n g s :: None

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-- North star was born the daughter of a lead mare. Her mothers name was Blue jay and her fathers was Hidalgo. He wasn't the nicest stallion, but her mother was sometimes able to calm him down and was always their for the other mares when they where upset or needed help. North followed her mothers example and was always kind to the older mares and the other foals that where around her age. She was one of the younger and smaller foals, but It didn't bother her and she always acted as if she didn't notice her disadvantage inn size. She grew up in the herd and became the mare is today. But in a terrible series of events her mother died and she was then separated from her herd. She had been a lone mare ever since with no herbs. She depends on herself and no one else at the moment and is ok with it being that way. She is a very fast runner like her mother was and doesn't have a problem out running other horses she meets and this is how she gets away from most stallions that ever come after her. She has been on her own for over two years and in that time has meet other mares and made friends but all ways left them in the end, usually to stallions that caught up to them. But they never got her for her running skills where that good. But if she was ever in a real fight she would be sure to lose since she is not experienced and can't defend herself well. She currently lives on the edge of the forest near a wide open plain that a river runs through. She has everything she needs here. Food, water, and plenty of space to run and see other horses from far away. She enjoys the quiet of living alone but likes having company more and might consider joining a herd if the stallion was kind and didn't push her around. She wants respect if shes in a herd, and would expect no less. She would be a loyal mare though when in a herd and would never do anything the stallion didn't want her to as long as in return he gives her respect and kindness. Though at the moment she is not interested in being in a herd, or a least not sure she is. The mare is all alone at the moment.