The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Blumenkranz]

Lucina was grazing quietly beside Bentley, her ears swiveling as she stayed alert of their surroundings. Hearing something coming towards them, she lifted her head to see a roan stallion charging towards them, and he seemed to be aiming for her! She pinned her ears, a bit unsure of what to do but the bay and white mare turned towards him, she simply took a step back and watched carefully, though she was tense and would move if Frost came closer. Seeing an unfamiliar horse, Dusty stopped playing and skidded to a halt, ears flicking back and forth nervously as he watched Frost head for their small band.

[dira.]

[ Sparks is also open, and she has no herd! ]

[♥ soft]

{ allayo's open to chats with mares. c: she's the lead of gladiator's herd.
i'm still pretty busy so i'll get back to all replies tomorrow night ♥ }

[beth.]

Name ;; Written Diary Pages
Nickname ;; Page
Age ;; 9 years
Rank ;; Lead Mare
Band Stallion ;; Pride

Page smiled at her handsome stallion and groomed the large paint in return. She was now 9 years of age, it wasn't old, but if a stallion tried to snake it was likely they'd aim for her as well as the younger mares, not that she was weak, but an older mare was a good leader, and stallions want an old mare or two just to lead his herd. She wasn't old, but she and pride were getting there. Lost in her thoughts as she groomed the male she flicked her scented tail and nibbled on his shoulder before grooming his wither quietly.

Name ;; Tarkan
Nickname ;; Tarkan
Age ;; 5 years
Mares in herd ;; none
Mars covered ;; 0 mares

A young and handsome stallion grazed silently, before looking up and whinning out loudly to any mares in the area, he shook out his long black mane and whickered softly and tossed his head briefly before whickering again gently calling for any mares

Name ;; Beauty within the Soul
Nickname ;; Soul
Age ;; 4 years
Rank ;; Lone mare
Band Stallion ;; none yet

Soul trotted along quietly in the meadow and then shook out her mane and whinnied softly, tossing her head and layed down beside a large tree and grazed silently, listening to her surroundings.

Name ;; Ace's Diamond Rio
Nickname ;; Ace
Age ;; 9 years
Mares in herd ;; Asuna, Mystic, Tiger lilly
Mares covered ;; three

Ace kept an ear on his other mares before tossing his head, nuzzling asuna and then silently grazing, keeping track he breatheed in the scent for the mares heat, and any other amres. To be honest even with the mares in season, ace felt pretty safe with his mares, he had not had any problems with stallions, most thought it was pointless challenging a 17.1 hand frisan stallion twice their size weight and age. It was almost a suicide mission bothering to challenge. He smiled briefly looking to the two foals before silently grazing beside his mare, curious to when his lead mare would move the herd.

[dira.]

name-Sparks Fly|
age-7|
gender-Mare|
herd-None|
status-In heat two|
tagged-Ace

Sparks tossed her head to the sky with a shrill cry. Her blue orbs seached the vally for any sort of action. The 16.8 hands high picked up a slow canter. Pricking her ears at the sound of a medium sized herd nearby. The flaxen liver chestnut sabino tossed her head again and neighed to the stallion [Ace]. Sparks held her ears pinned as she approched the massive stud, "Hello there.." she said with an uneasy crack in her sweet voice.

[Blumenkranz]

Pride nuzzled Phantom and then turned his attention back to Page, his tail flicked as he groomed his lead mare. He was a year older than Page was, the two weren't exactly old but they weren't young either. Pride still had several good years in him, and he would do what he could to keep his family safe. He had a good sized herd and he loved all of his mares and foals, he wasn't just going to let some other male come by and try to take his family from him.

Asuna nuzzled Ace then lowered her head to graze. The young chestnut grazed silently beside her stallion while Olivia rested nearby. The mare would occasionally flick her scented tail as she nibbled on the strands of grass, though she paused when she noticed someone coming. She raised her head and pricked her ears, watching as a pretty mare approached them. She seemed to be alone, perhaps she wanted to join them? She gave out a soft, friendly nickered then glanced over to her fillies, Olivia was just resting and Venus was trotting over to Raven and Artemis.

(All right, though I don't have any lone mares/mares in Gator's band)

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Name | Frozen on the Surface (Frost)
Age | 8 Years 
Gender | Stallion
Herd | None
Foal(s) | None
Mood | Ambitious
Tagged | Bentley; Lucina

(Should we wait for Bentley's rper to come on?)
Frost gradually grew closer. Careful not to be sloppy, he stealthily darted in between the mare and her stallion. Not unnerved by the stallion so close, for Frost didn't have much worries. He pinned his ears and slowed to turn, only to speed up as he charged at the mare's rump. Frost clacked his teeth, trying to get the mare to move faster away from this herd. But of course, he would not hurt the mare, unless he was put into danger by her.

[Blumenkranz]

(Yes, this will be my last post until cata replies)

When the roan stallion came closer and closer, and then reached Lucina and Bentley, the mustang mix let out a soft squeal and quickly turned, giving out a small kick before she cantered forward with her ears flattened slightly. She knew that a stallion would have come by one day, but she didn't think that one would have come by now. Unsure of what to do, Dusty pinned his ears and raced to Sand, seeing that an unfamiliar stallion was starting to snake his sister.

[grapejuice]

Name;; Viking
Age;; Eleven
Gender;; Stallion
Status;; Curious
Herd;; None

Upon release of his call, the large draft stud stood still, harks pricked, breathing slowed as he listened, hoping for some sort of response. And there it was. A dainty whinny, not far off, obviously from a mare. Pleased, the stallion began to step forward, until another call caught his attention. Two mares had heard him, and both were seemingly interested. Viking, never one for making decisions, especially tough ones like this, released another bellow, and half-reared, hoping they would notice him. He could see one of the mares {Winter}, violently swishing her tail about, trying her hardest to catch his eye. The other {Hope} he could not see. With a heavy sigh, he released another neigh, hoping the unseen mare would be drawn to his voice. It wasn't often lone mares wandered so close to the bachelor herd, so he had to take his chance with the one he could currently see before someone else snatched her up. And so, Viking trotted towards the mare, releasing soft squeals of both excitement and greeting, before slowing a good three yards from her. He lowered his head, clacking his teeth as if to show he meant no harm and was no threat, despite his rather large and intimidating size. " Hello. " The large dark brown and white Clydesdale called to the light dapple gray mare, a small smile now on his lips. " The name is Viking. "

Name;; Gladiator
Age;; Nine
Gender;; Stallion
Status;; Paranoid
Herd;; Allayo, Half-Moon, Doe

He was on edge at the moment, very wary of his surroundings. The littlest movements, heck, the tiniest sounds cause the large equine to twist around quick, hoping to catch the predator or whoever it was spying on them. But everytime, it was to no avail. He seemed virtually crazy at this point, as none of his mares seemed to have taken notice. It's like he was hallucinating, but he knew he wasn't. He knew he'd seen a figure in the bushes and trees, watching them, preying on his band. And the paranoia was eating away at him as he tried to simply graze, but he was only ripping up grass just to drop it again, as he was focused more on his surroundings than on eating. Allayo always seemed to know when something was up with him, she knew Gator better than he knew himself. She noticed things that most others wouldn't. She was quiet, vigilant, observant. Perhaps that's why she was such a great lead mare, because she approached him and began grooming him, sensing that he was stressing at the moment. Gladiator sighed heavily, turning his head to nuzzle his mare affectionately. He could tell by the tone of her voice she was worried, and well, he didn't blame her. " Yeah. Oddly enough, it looked like... well, a horse. " And he gave a pathetically weak chuckle, shaking his head. " And normally I wouldn't stress over it. I mean look at me, I'm huge. Why would any stallion mess with me? " Even in his most low moments, the stallion loved to boast of his large stature and how intimidating he was. But not even that made him feel better, as he continued," But this. This was much larger than most of the stallions around here. It was another draft. And well, this is going to sound crazy but there's a good chance... " He trailed off, shaking his head and forcing another laugh. " Maybe I am crazy. " He muttered, now grooming his mare, as he tried to push away the thoughts. There was no way his brother would have followed him out here. No way he would have found him. Gator was just being paranoid... wasn't he? That's crazy, right?

Name;; Phantom of the Opera & A Proud Spirit
Age;; Six & A few weeks
Gender;; Mare & Colt
Status;; Calm & Bored
Herd;; Pride's

After getting a little attention from Pride, the Andalusian mare dipped her head, and began to graze near the leading pair. Page was her friend, and Pride, her beloved stallion. Both she thought of as being very close to, and she enjoyed their company. As she grazed, though, her young colt was romping around, obviously bored and wanting nothing more than for someone to play. He ran around, weaving in and out of his herd-mates, kicking up his heels and nickering loudly, as if to say," Play with me! Catch me if you can! C'mon slowpokes, it's time to play! " But it all seemed pointless, as not even his mother or father spared a single glance in his direction. With a gruff 'harumph', the colt began pawing at the ground out of frustration. Ghost only wanted to play. He didn't understand why no one else seemed to want to play with him. Even his mother seemed to grow tired of playing with her son, but being so young, he couldn't understand why, and took it to heart as an insult. Now he sighed, sadly, and laid down, deciding maybe a nap in the warm summer sun would make him feel better.

[toothless,]

Hope walked out of the shadows at the second call. She slowly walked to him and she stopped a few yards away and stared at him. Her eyes were unmoving and were focused on him intently as if something about him was different. She shook her head, shaking the thought away and introduced herself. "I am Hope Flies, but call me Hope." The chestnut Arabian said softly.