The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[cautiousculpeo]

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

Dabey was curious about the mare, he stuck his white tipped muzzle into the mares mane. "Well if you get away so much, you probably wouldn't be interested in my herd." He snorted and playfully tossed his head. "But you can if you want." He picked up his socked hoof, placing it down lightly, the battle had left him a mare but he had a few minor wounds, he twisted his ankle coming down on Cusick's shoulder, and his ear and muzzle were trickling with blood. "Leaf, pretty name. I am Jones' Locker call me Dabey please."

[deadlyscorpion]

Gypsy

She saw the other horse run away. She then followed him by the water. She was looking at her reflection, her black body, her white mane, and her eyes. She then glanced the stallion. "Why such in a rush?"

[fg05281]

snowflake dream ~ 11 ~ mare ~ tagged-none ~ herd- none ~ foals-none ~heat - 4

Snowflake nickered loudly for a stallion. She wanted, no needed, to be rid of her heat scent. She nickered again, then waited for her call to be awensered.

maple leaf ~ 7 ~ mare ~ tagged-dabey, canyon, cusick~ herd-none ~ foals - none ~ heat - 3

Leaf smiled." Well, I am looking for a herd to settle down with." She nickered. She flicked her deep brown mane.

[hortus]

Windy Night [Windy]
Mare | looks | Frost's herd | in heat stage 3 | 5 | tagged herd, devil + hound

Windy night was startled to hear the whines of bachelor stallions. She finally looked up from grazing and saw one stallion fighting frost and the other circling/surrounding them. She was never good in these circumstances it frightened her a little. Seeing that all of the commotion awoke promise she nudged her as close as she could to her side. Windy night didn't even bother flicking her scented tail she just stood there watching the two bachelors curiously and a little frightened. She also kept a close eyes on her yearling electric wind and her small filly promise. Knowing that the two bachelors would most likely take over the herd she looked at the stallion that had trapped them. He wanted to talk to them, but to her there wasn't anything to talk about. Maybe she would talk to them when this herd was officially their's.

Electric Wind [Electra]
Filly | looks | Frost's herd | 1 year | tagged herd, devil + hound
Electric wind was merely running around the herd and tossing her mane playfully when the two bachelors came. She was still on the outskirts of the herd as she watched the older bachelor fight with frost and the younger one herding them together. Her first instinct was to run to her mother's side. Seeing and remembering that she had a new foal that was still young, electric wind stood on the other side of Windy night. Never having this happen to her before she was in quite the panic.

Promise
Filly | looks | Frot's herd | few months old | tagged herd, devil + hound
The little filly was sound asleep before the bachelors came. Hearing their whines she opened her heavy eyes curious as to what was making the noise. Her eyes now flickering open she can't see the commotion going on since she was laying down on the ground. Promise slowly got up and let out a small whiney to her mother. She shook her mane and tail as she looked up to her mother seeing the worry in her eyes. When her mother kept nudging her closer and closer until she was as close as she could be she knew it was something at least scary to her.

[♥ soft]

Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ａ Ｙ Ｏ

LEAD MARE // GRULLA SABINO W/GULASTRA PLUME // 16.1 HH // VIKING'S HERD // TAGGED: GATOR, TITAN, DOE, MOON

Allayo didn’t want to look back. She had seen the stallion’s size, the intent that was written so clearly across his smug face – and she could hear it. She could hear her stallion’s panic, the cackling of his assaulter and the desperate cries with each blow. It felt as if she herself lay on the ground behind them. She was at the mercy of the raiding stallion, only emotionally – but she wouldn’t show it. No, she had not forgotten her stallion’s last audible words. She would uphold them.

“Stay where you can see me,” she said hurriedly to Moon, hoping that she wouldn’t stray too far. She couldn’t blame the young mare for being so frightened. Moon had finally started to relax around her stallion, after everything that happened, and now another stallion had come along and broken her trust for them. Allayo didn’t want to leave her in the state she was in but she had no choice but to go back. Doe had put herself in danger and however heroine-like it was, Allayo wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something happened to her. She brushed her lips across Moon’s soft pelt then wheeled away, galloping towards Doe and the stallions.

What she saw made her stomach turn. She tried not to look at the near-lifeless body lying on the ground – the same body that had been next to her earlier; touching, smiling. The father of her unborn foal. Allayo, again, whipped around in front of Doe and in between her in the stallion. She said in a hushed tone to Doe, “Thankyou”. It was a great gesture, putting your skin on the line to save your friends. “But I won’t let Gator die hearing your screams,” she said, her gaze as steely as her coat. She still wouldn’t look at the stallion that lay in the grass behind her. As harsh as her words were, for all she knew they could come true. She nipped the Doe hard to get her moving. She would not face the stallion standing behind her with what she could only guess was a pleased look on his face. “He looks better than you,” the grulla jerked her head and snarled at the strange stallion behind her. She then reared up – if Doe hadn’t moved by now Allayo wasn’t going to give her a choice – and with one last buck she drove Doe in Moon’s direction, hoping to reunite the mares and, once at the front, lead them to safety.

{ edit: details ^^" and more details omg 6am brain }

[SilverBell90]

C U S I C K

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

"I wasn't sticking around Dabey, he's too strong. I'm not risking my life for a mare." He kept his head down and didn't look up. His ear dripped blood that rolled down his face and stained the water beside his muzzle.

[deadlyscorpion]

Gypsy

She could see that he was bleeding a lot. "I just think that he's too old for you, you are younger." She started to lick the brutes wounds. "I will stay with you. My name is Gypsy."

[paradise,]

} ;; i'm sorry, i can't stand not to be in this xD
pretty much done, i can rp them, they just don't have their histories finished yet.

name // sherlock holmes [sherlock]
age // twelve
gender // stallion
breed // mustang
height // sixteen point one hands
personality // sherlock is very much self motivated, putting himself to any task and always accomplishing it. he is always willing to try anything, willing to risk his life for his herd which he will have. he has a very close eye on things at all times, never letting anything or anyone slip away from his gaze, making him a good herd leader. he can be very caring though, always finding himself feel bad or sad when anyone gets hurt or makes someone else get hurt, although he doesn't mind fighting stallions to protect his herd. he will normally fight to the death or until he feels he can fight no more, never showing any mercy. he is really a big sweetheart underneath his tough outer shell, making a loving and wonderful stud.
history // wip
sire // good detective
dam // magic night
foals // none
other // n/a





name // love me name [aphrodite]
age // eleven
gender // mare
breed // thoroughbred x mustang
height // sixteen point two hands
personality // most would describe aphrodite as pushy, bossy, bratty, all of that good stuff, you know. she likes things her way, what's the problem with that? she is very headstrong, which goes along with the brattiness. you must win her over before she comes to you, she will most definitely not beg for you. aphrodite usually keeps her distance from other horses, too much trouble for her liking. she will most definitely cause a fight with anyone she meets, its just her personality. she will definitely put her hoof down when needed, not taking any bull-crap from anyone. if you can get to know her and crack her hard outer shell, she is very sweet on the inside, seems impossible, right?
history // wip
sire // persian prince
dam // queen of hearts
foals // none
other // n/a





name // blue valentine [valen]
age // eight
gender // mare
breed // mustang x appaloosa
height // fourteen point three hands
personality // valen's soul is never restless, she is a very hyper mare, always in the mood to romp around. if you meet her she will always be teasing you or trying to play. she is a joy to have around but, she can get pretty annoying sometimes. she gets on your nerves pretty easily. other than playing, she can be a very sweet and funny mare. she loves running around, her favorite pastime than playing. one thing she loves more than romping is having attention. she is a very flirty mare and loves teasing the stallions. she always tried to bring attention to herself which isn't hard, she is a very pretty mare. once you meet valen, there's no turning back. she will wrap herself around your heart and never leave, only loyal to her one and only band stallion.
history // wip
sire // doesn't remember
dam // love is in the air
foals // none
other // n/a





name // sweet promise [shamara]
age // five
gender // mare
breed // mustang x quarter x paint
height // fifteen point three hands
personality // shamara will probably give you a headache if you make her mad. she had a pretty clear switch on her personality; if you do something wrong, she will tell you, and if you do something right, you get rewarded. she's just a naturally suspicious horse, so don't get your feelings too hurt. ask, don't tell. she doesn't really need anyone, so a herd is not necessary, but nice. once you get to know her and she gets to know you, she will open up a bit more and be a little bit more friendly. once this happens, you will find her to be protective, loyal and kind, but stubborn, quiet and observing.
history // wip
sire // can't touch this
dam // smokey shadow
foals // none
other // n/a

[gonegone!]

Name: Nitty-Gritty
Nickname: Dulce (means Candy, or sweet in spanish)
Age: Five years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Akhal-Teke
Personality: Dulce is a very flirtatious mare that loves to tease and play with stallions and other horses. She's elegant and proper but can be very regal and cruel. She's got a way to allure horses to her and she loves to meet new horses. She's very sweet and gentle but not clingy. She enjoys having her space and will give others the space that they need. Dulce is very graceful when she speaks and when she moves, she puts effort into looking well and that's why she may seem a little vain. This mare is very respectful though but she's not very obedient. (will add more)
History: Nitty-Gritty was originally a star mare in racing, won some metals and got first in the Kentucky Derby once.
Everything seemed to go fine until one day one of the stall cleaners left her stall door unlocked and slightly open, and she well, she left the equestrian center no less than a month ago. Now Nitty-Gritty struggles to live in dirt and getting down into the mud, she's excited and needy to join a herd soon.
Height: 16 hands
Sire: Azamour
Dam: Love the Chase
Foals: Nope
Other:
-eyebrow wiggle- in heat..I guess c:

[♥ soft]

Ｍ Ｅ Ｗ & Ｅ Ｅ Ｖ Ｅ Ｅ ♥

LEAD MARE & YEARLING // BLACK & BAY TOBIANO // 15.1 & 15.3 HH // TIDAL'S HERD // TAGGED: TIDAL, HERD, APOC, JADE

Mew was tickled pink to hear another mare compliment her daughter. She touched the young filly’s cheek proudly. “Thankyou,” she beamed, raising her head again and tilting it slightly so that her long, silky forelock slipped away from her eyes. Eevee was lapping up all the attention, as always. She associated actions with rewards and this meeting only reaffirmed the idea that if you’re a good girl you will get good attention. Mew was silently glad – and proud! What a beautiful, polite, spirited young lady her daughter was becoming. Eevee nodded her head at Apocalypse, tucking her nose briefly against her chest; the equine form of a curtsey. Adorable.

It’s amazing how much difference one little word can make. For my dogs, it’s the word “walk”. They could be lounging on the bed, snoring their little faces off, but as soon as they hear that word they come to life. That was Eevee when her father mentioned a race. The idea made her wriggle with delight. She laughed as her brother whinnied, obviously ready to go. She wasn’t going to be outdone! “I bet I’ll leave you all in my dust,” she cried, doing a small half-rear as a show of her youth and power. When she landed she looked to her mother who nodded, her own eyes glinting with delight, and took a step to the side. “On your mark,” the black mare called, lifting her weight onto her powerful hindquarters. Eevee glanced at the other competitors; her eyes alight with fiery determination. “Get set,” Mew called, her daughter bounding over to her and tensing her muscles. Mew landed her rear, screaming, “Go!” And they were off!

Mew watched her daughter race off for a moment, heaving a pride-filled sigh. She couldn’t help but smile at Faith. They were young mothers but together they had raised lively, stunning children with many possibilities ahead of them. She actually couldn't wait to be fat and pregnant again. She whisked her heat-scented tail, sighing hopefully at the thought. She turned to Jade, deciding that it was time for an apology. She hoped that it would be easier now that there was more room to breathe. “Sorry about all this,” she said quietly, apologizing for not knowing that her friend was afraid of stallions, for leading her into a sea of unknown faces, for everything. “I'm Mew,” she smiled and groomed the young mare’s beautiful coat, “Welcome to our little family”. She hoped it would begin to feel like one to Jade soon.

{ OH MY GAWD YOU JOINED OWO
i'm so freaking happy
and lady corgi, dat mare is so purdy }