The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[beth.]

Angelic Moon | Pregnant | Tags; Tarkan | Feeling; neutral

She was relieved as a warmer breeze blew past, a sign of spring. She looked down at her stomach, now swollen, and nickered softly to Tarkan, before slowly walking a little way away, settling underneath the shade of a tree. She felt a small kick from the foal.

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She nuzzled her filly. "Hello." She said softly.

Name: The Moon's Lullaby, or Lullaby, for short.
Gender: filly
Breed: Shire horse x Quarter horse
Future Height: 16 hands high
Sire: Tarkan
Dam: Angelic Moon
Siblings: none
Herd: Tarkan's

The Moon's Lullaby | Tags: Angel, Tarkan | Feeling: nervous, but curious

She opened her eyes, and looked around, curious. She looked at her mother, who nudged her gently to her feet. She slowly took a wobbly step, then a few more, before returning to Angel. Her mother stood up, and allowed her to suckle for a few moments, then nudged her towards a stallion who she didn't recognise- not that she recognised any stallion. They stood a few steps away from Tarkan, the stallion she had seen, and Angel nickered to him, a hint of nervousness in her tone. She had never been a mother before, and was protective of her foal.

(had to remember what he looked like for a moment haha x )

Tarkan grazed silently When the sound of his pretty mare danced through his ears, he looked up and nickered ever so gently, and watched her as she entered with a grey foal. The filly stole no looks from her father, she was a soild grey unlike her father whom wore a brown coat and a blanket. Pricking his ears he looked to the much taller mare, his mare. She was a large clydesdale, possibly part shire, but not tall enough to be fully shire. tarkan stood exactly 15.2 hands, where as Angel stood 17 hands. He whinniedhappily, content now she returned but nothing more, he simply didn't go over. mares were protective of every single one of their foals, wether they've had one foal, or a hundred foals they won't allow the stallion near it. So despite his young age he wasn't dumb enough to go over so he simply watched the grey foal from the distance.

[dira.]

name-Speak of the Devil|
age-13|
gender-Stallion|
height-16.3 HH|
herd-None|
mares-None|
tagged-Hound &
Frost's herd|

Devil felt the pain as it rippled through his right front leg. He uttered a cry of revenge as he lundged forwards, doing his best to keep the pressure of his hurting leg. Large teeth clamped onto the younger stallion's neck as he bit down. The taste of the crimson ooze filled the black stud's mouth. Devil had had enough, the nine year old couldn't possibly win. With another loud scream of rage, he lowered his head and pinned his ears flat against his skull. The stud was going to try to snake Frost away, nipping at his rump, but also keeping an eye on his back hooves. The bachelor began his attempt to snake him away, using his large chest to ram him from time to time. He needed this to end soon, his right leg was killing him.

name-Hell Hound|
age-10|
gender-Stallion|
height-16.3 HH|
herd-None|
mares-None|
tagged-Devil &
Frost's herd|

Hound laughed wickedly once more. He knew that the mares were trapped. With a demanding tone he called out to the six mares. "Now, hold still darlings. Why don't we have a little chat while we wait?" The black bachelor was feeling impatient. He wanted to see the mares, to chat with them and pick out his two. Devil and him had made a deal, out of all the mares that they would herd up, Hound got two mares to breed with every Spring. It was strange for stallions to do this but they were brother after all.

[♥ soft]

Ｐ Ｕ Ｎ Ｋ Ｒ Ｏ Ｃ Ｋ

ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛ
ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪs ᴀ sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs
ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴏʟᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs
ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ
sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs

ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ . sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ . sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs . sᴏᴏᴛʏ ʙᴀʏ . ᴍᴜsᴛᴀɴɢ x ғᴇʟʟ ᴘᴏɴʏ x ᴅʀᴀғᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ



ＧＯＯＤＮＩＧＨＴ ＮＵＲＳＥ

ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs
ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴋᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ,
sʜᴀᴋᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʙʏ!

ɴɪɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ . sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ . sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs . sᴏᴏᴛʏ ᴘᴀʟᴏᴍɪɴᴏ . ᴍᴜsᴛᴀɴɢ x ғᴇʟʟ ᴘᴏɴʏ x ᴅʀᴀғᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ & ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: when they were younger the two brothers had the usual sibling rivalry. nurse, being the older brother, would often tease punk and it didn't help that all the fillies seemed to swoon over him - often the same fillies that punk had been chatting to a few minutes earlier. sometimes fights broke out between them, though due to the age difference it never eventuated to anything serious.

eventually the two brothers went their separate ways. nurse went on to lead a very successful life as a herd stallion, becoming renowned throughout the lands. unfortunately, one scorching summer a fire ripped through the lands, separating the stallion, who was driving the herd, from his mares. a large tree fell down in his path, forcing him to take another route while his lead mare led the herd to safety. he never found them again.

while wandering, wallowing in self-pity, he ran into his brother, punk rock. the younger stallion told him all the tales of his adventurous life; how he had become best friends with a short, adorable japanese mare; how he was the guard of a large herd and was given a few mares of his own as a prize for killing an intruder; how he fell in love, twice; how he was the 'king' of a faraway island and how he could never tame his wandering spirit, eventually giving it all up to follow the call of the wind again. where he had gone there were little to no predators, and so the horses roamed less and formed distinct, bordered territories. though he loved his 'kingdom', his allies, his friends, he couldn't stay.

the two brothers are enjoying their newfound freedom. they're practically acting like colts again - though it's questionable as to whether punk rock ever stopped acting like one. don't let their jokes fool you, they can turn very quickly from puppy dogs into wolves.

* you can't see them well, but their coats are littered with old scars
punk rock has three scars across the left side of his face from a cougar
yaaay it's mew's granddaddy and great uncle

[Numbers]

{{I decided to remake her. She wasn't turning out how I wanted. I think I only posted with her twice so it's okay :3}}

Age-5|
Gender-Stallion|
Herd-None|
Status-Looking for Mares|
Tagged-No one

DeadMan Walking
With a casual glance, Deadman took in the wild scene about him. The ground that stood solid beneath his hooves, the gentle breeze that danced the grasses and the smaller branches of the trees, and the equines that roamed about here and there. With brow cocked, the brute pondered over the possibilities of the mares of this land. Would they be of fit build, able to bring forth his young? Would they be ignorant and irritating? Would there be a vixen who challenged his charm; one who would take up the dance and know how to take him for a whirl? His hide twitched at the thought, at the anticipation that suddenly flowed through his body. He paced for a moment, shifting his weight around on his legs to relieve the new found anticipation. With a sharp snort, Deadman cleared his mind and felt his calm settle back over him, like a cool wave washing down through him. Despite this calm, his brown eyes held a hint of wickedness, like the velvet feel of a laugh or like the promise of something more to come, but only if one were good. With a smirk teasing at his maw and his tail flicking against his rich hide, Romancer picked up a trot towards the equines, letting out an inviting nicker..

Age-6|
Gender-Stallion|
Herd-None|
Status-Looking for Mares|
Tagged-No one

Devil's Dynamite
Dynamite's beautiful black carcass rippled with sheer muscle and strength as his plates moved fluidly, his daggers digging deep into the cold hard earth. A snort exploded from his maw and he shook his crown violently, hyped. The large stallion galloped through the forest, on a path to new horses. The forest floor had a light covering of flowers, but as the trees started to thin out, it grew deeper. Behind his strong neck his ebony black main whipped out and his tail snapped in the breeze he created.The stallion launched out of the woods, his long black socked pillars striking out and down into the snow with ease. Water sprayed up all round him as he slowed to a sudden halt, seeing the horses that he had followed the smell of. Before Dynamites very own brown pools was a herd. His cave rose and fell quickly with his deep breaths. Eyes flickering amongst the equine, the handsome bay drake suddenly reared up, his front appendages pawing the air with menace. A scream came from his black lips, saying that he was here, and he ment business. Dynamite landed with a heavy thud and tossed his cranium, whickering lightly, snow spraying up aroung his legs. The stallion narrowed his eyes as he spotted one horse in particular, slightly away from the herd, curiousity in him brewing.

{{Ill move my girls in as my stallions find mares. It's hard to keep track XD any takers on dyno or deadman?}}

[cautiousculpeo]

D A B E Y
Stallion|7 years old|Mares:|Covered:|Tags: Canyon, Cusick

"Come on kid, buck up." Dabey squealed again, striking out with his hoofs and nipping the younger balachlor. "Is that all you got." He butted the younger horse with his head in the side of his chest, hopefully catching him off balance.

[SilverBell90]

(Accepted! Markings like brindle and other stuff is totally fine, by strange colors I mean things like purple, blue, yellow, ect.) (Domino is accepted, and sorry for bad posts, my muse is gone for the moment)

Akuma glanced around, the place they were in was rather empty and he couldn't scent anything that would be dangerous to them, so they should be safe here. The stud flicked his tail and began to graze beside his only mare.

Sebastian felt a bit intimated by Apocalypse, the dark mare scared him a bit at first but when she caught sight of eevee, it was as if she was a different horse. The chestnut found it a bit odd, but she was being friendly to him and Eevee which made him feel a bit more confident. She mentioned a race, which made Sebastian excited. He was full of energy and eager to play, why couldn't they just race right now? Grinning, the yearling pranced over and stood beside Eevee, his head held high as he looked to Apocalypse. "You can't beat me! I'm super fast!" He whinnied, confident in his racing skills.

C I Q A L A

Mare // 4 years // 14hh // Herd: None // Stallion: Akuma // Tags: Akuma

She rubbed her muzzle against his neck before grazing as well.

C U S I C K

Stallion // 5 years // 15.2hh // Bachelor // Herd: None // Mares: 0 // Tags:

Cusick let out another cry as he fell over from the strike. He quickly got back up but nearly fell back to the ground when he put pressure on the torn shoulder. He snorted and snapped at the horses ear before he turned around and half limped half galloped off. The wound made him slower. He knew that if the stallion ran after him, there was no way he could escape.

[cautiousculpeo]

D A B E Y
Stallion|7 years old|Mares: 1|Covered:|Tags: Canyon, Cusick

Dabey squealed and stamped after the stallion as he trotted away, leaving him be as he got out if range. Rearing and snorting to display more dominance towards the younger stallion. As he stopped he remembered what he was fighting about, the pretty little mare behind him. Stopping he sniffed and padded up to the mare, head raised and nostrils flared. "Hello again." He tossed his black and white mane around, gently numbing her muzzle with his in courtship. "Looks like I just snaked my first mare."

[SilverBell90]

C U S I C K

Stallion // 5 years // 15.2hh // Bachelor // Herd: None // Mares: 0 // Tags:

Cusick turned to look back at the stallion and mare. He snorted and trotted away with his head hung low. The hunt for a mare continued, and hopefully it would go better the next time.

[deadlyscorpion]

Gypsy

She saw the looser and walked up to him. "It doesn't matter if you lost." She nudged him a little bit.

[paint.]

Name: Belle of Ireland
Nickname: Belle
Age: Sixteen years old
Gender: mare [often called an old nag because she is older and has many foals]
Breed: Frisian x American quarter horse
Personality: Belle is a sweet, and loving mare. She is shy though, so don`t let her height get to you. She doesn`t like to disobey, and is definitely very loyal towards others. She can be playful once you get to know her, but it takes awhile for her to warm up to you. Belle is stubborn though, and very protective over her foals, even the two year old she is traveling with now. She doesn`t want anyone messing with her babies, and she`ll make sure they`re safe.
History: Belle was born in Cork, Ireland. In a way, she is an import. She was bred to pull the heavy carriages for the Irish people, though, who they bred to get her, was sort of a mistake. They were planning on breeding a Frisian and a Shire together, but they mistook the mare, and she was a quarter horse. So, they got Belle. She was used to pull carriages though, and was bought at a auction at the age of two. Her new owners trained her well, and she pulled carriages till she was seven years old, and then was sold to America for a broodmare. Every year she had a foal, for the first four years that is. At the age of eleven, she was let go to the wild. Well, broke free. She was a loner for three years, then another Frisian x American Quarter horse stud found her. She became his lead mare, and fell pregnant with Irish Native. Her band stallion`s name was Native American, so it was only fair to name her filly this. Two years later, Belle was ran out by another stud. Come to find out, Native was killed by the stud, and the younger bachelor who took over, had no desire for a mare with a newborn filly, and a mare who was older. So, Belle left. Now, she travels with her filly.
Height: sixteen point two hands
Sire: Ireland`s Gem
Dam: Ring the Belle
Foals: [from youngest to oldest]Liberty, Cheyenne, Apache, Irish Princess, Irish Native
Other: currently traveling with "Irish Native"

Name: Irish Native
Nickname: Native, Like her sire
Age:two years old
Gender: filly
Breed: Frisian x American Quarter horse
Personality: Irish Native is a sweet and loving filly. She does have a fiery attitude, but only when someone pushes her around. She still has a foal side, and enjoys to play around with others. Though, she is very bull-headed, and will do anything to get it her way, or no way. She is loyal though, and very mothering/
History: Irish Native was born in her sire`s herd. Though, a bachelor stallion managed to kill him in a fight, and took over. He drove Native and Belle out of the herd, and so they were forced to go on their own. They traveled all around the state, daughter never leaving mother, and this is how it remains today.
Height: sixteen point three hands
Sire: Native American
Dam: Belle of Ireland
Foals: not yet; in stage four heat
Other: traveling with her dam