The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Moon pool]

Ash stumbled back at the force, pinning her ears. "You have to except the fact that you are no longer in this herd!" She growled, turning. The roan kicked out her hind legs, aiming especially at Eagle's injured leg. The mare would have a difficult time dodging and fighting when she hurt her leg, which gave Ash an advantage. However, the mare headed off towards Night, roughly nudging him away, as if they moved quickly, the crippled mare would never be able to catch up.

The roan mare kicked her shoulder eagle walked away slightly limping she fallowed them out of sight or smell but she would get back in that herd

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Wary, Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Crimson Rose, Allayo, Half-Moon, Doe
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Amethyst, Cain

What was with all of the mares around here lately? It seemed that all of them were more sassy and annoying than usual! His brother's band, then Rose, and now this one, and he'd barely been talking to her for a minute. The draft stallion gave a rough snort, obviously unamused by her 'witty' words and implications. He would have none of this! Especially from a mare so young compared to him. "Oh, so you think you're funny do ya?" The stallion's ears now flattened to his skull as he raised his head high, wanting her to see just how 'spineless' he really was. His whole body was battered with scars, some very old and faint, some very recent from stealing his brother's band. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, a scent caught his attention. Not one of his mares in heat, but a bachelor. Viking turned his head in the direction of the scent, and gave a warning snort to the younger male. Dare he get any closer, the young stallion would lose his manhood, or perhaps his life. Depends. With the threat given, the Clydesdale returns his attention back to Amethyst. "Well, miss comedian, dare I ask your name or will I have to force it out of you?" This mare still had the opportunity to turn things around and cooperate, but for some odd reason, Viking felt like things wouldn't be that easy for him.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Content, pondering
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Jokull

The stallion chuckled as he walked with Jokull towards the shallow watering hole. With all of the horses lingering around here, there wouldn't be enough water to go around, and fights would be breaking out for just sips of the life-giving liquid. The thought made Gator nervous, seeing as he was alone and could easily be driven off by band stallions. After all, everyone in the wild horse community knew that bands gave you ranking. The higher your ranking, the more privileges you were given, including getting first drink. That being said, Gator would either have to start up his mare-gathering game again, or attempt to steal his herd back. He was very conflicted seeing as he missed his three beauties, but ran the risk of being even more seriously injured by his brother. While he was thinking, he was also picking up on whatever the other stallion said. Sure he was slightly distracted by his thoughts, but he got the gist of it. "May the best stud win then!" Gator offered with a chuckle, playfully bumping shoulders with the fellow bachelor. Honestly, he didn't mind Jokull's company. Actually, he quite liked it. This other stallion was very kind, and to say the least, very thoughtful. To some degree, Gator hoped to continue a friendship of sorts with this stud in the future. Perhaps an alliance type thing, seeing as there were already so many.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Certifiably Insane
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Feisty
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Devil

If there was one thing this beauty loved, it was compliments. Especially from swooning stallions. They put a smile on her lips and a powerful feeling in her soul. That powerful feeling being the ability to use her looks to her advantage, of course. Use her gift to manipulate stallions. It had worked before, and it seemed that now, it was working again. This stallion had gone from some overly-confident meat-headed jock to putty in her hooves, just like that. Of course, she wouldn't make it obvious she was playing him. That would only turn him against her, and possibly put her in a rough spot. But Insanity continued her little display, arching her neck ever so slighty and giving him a rather seductive gaze with those deep brown eyes of hers. She raised her Arabian tail some, allowing her light, early heat scent to waft in his direction. "Oh my dear, don't apologize. When it comes to me, flattery will get you everywhere." The Pintabian said with a slight chuckle, before prancing towards him a few steps, hips swaying slightly. She stopped a mere few feet away, and looked him dead in the eye, a smirk on her lips. "So mister, you got a name?" Insanity spoke with an airy tone, one so sweet sounding one would think she was a siren, trying to reel in sailors only to drown them. And while she did enjoy reeling in the men, she preferred crushing their dreams rather than harming them. Not that she planned on doing that to this stud. He had her full attention.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Moonlight Madness
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Contemplating
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Poseidon

Oh, this colt was infuriating. Infuriating, but oh so sneaky. He'd managed to get under her skin to the point she wanted to geld him herself, but then he started talking her language. Bribing her with the possibility of a lead position. And while she knew it was a trick, she had to give him props for being to manipulative, so clever. For a young bachelor, he was actually beginning to gain her interest. He was like her, in the sense he was cunning and rather good with his words. With that being said, some of the hostile tension left her body, as she stopped baring her teeth, and allowed her ears to slowly prick forward again. "Such promises can't be made, you and I both know that." Lunatic finally responded, giving a flick of her tail. "What makes you stand out compared to any of these other stallions, huh? I have dozens of options." Which was true, the lovely mare could easily get anywhere she wanted. She was older, which many stallions desired in a lead mare, simply for the experience. She was attractive, another trait many stallions seemed to admire. And most importantly, she was built very well. The Pintabian had a lean build with rippling muscles, and a battered pelt which showed just how strong of an opponent she was. So why did this stallion assume he could take her so easily when she had all the options she could ask for?

[beth.]

Written Diary Pages ~ 10 years ~Apocalyptic Pandemic ~ Lead mare ~ Heat stage 2
Page looked up, looking for the pretty dapple grey mare whom belonged to pride like she had done. Spotting her with her colt, she nickered gently, looking down at her filly as the foal went bounding over. Page instantly followed, ears pinned at the colt, though she knew Phantom, and wasn't that fussed, so as she got to the two, she nuzzled Phantom and spoke "you look distressed love, what's wrong?" she asked gently as she groomed her friend affectionately.

Prides Missy ~ a few months ~Apocalyptic Pandemic ~ Lead mares filly ~ Heat stage 0
Missy bounded towards a colt by a mare her mother knew, course, she had no idea who they were, but the colt looked fun. Jumping towards him, she whinnied and bucked. Upon reaching his side she squealed and nipped his mane before bouncing away, offering a game of tag or something.

Sir Charles Linkon ~ 12 years ~Bachelor herd lead by Pandemic ~ no mares ~ no mares covered
Link snorted violently and rammed into sparks not caring if it pushed the mare to the ground "You better watch your mouth.. That runt of a colt is lucky to have even lived to this age. If Garry were not the father he'd be dead the minute you brought the runt back. Even then, Not like Garry could do anything to prevent Pan from killing it. Garry is simply a pathetic young colt who got you by mistake. Your supposedly amazing stallion is dead so clearly, he wasn't so amazing as you mares say. Garry would be dead had your stallion not been busy. As for your colt. If you were still with that stud of yours, he wouldn't have lasted a day" He spat his lips rolling elegantly with each word. "So listen carefully brood, Your here to breed, mares were put on this land to breed, every year from this day forward you will produce a healthy foal to pandemic or one of the other older less pathetic stallions. Garry can not protect you, nor your foal. That's why Pandemic put him in charge of you. Are you both that foolish that you think Garry can protect you? hmm, your dumber than I thought.. Think twice before you speak brood" He spat and turned around lashing his tail at the mares face and sending a violent look to garry raising his head to the colts ear "You better be careful, next time.. I might just let Pandemic kill the colt" he spat and bit Garry's ear before walking off. Did they hear nothing he said before that brat snapped at him. He was simply chasing Wolf back to sparks before Pan got him. If he got to far from sparks, Pandemic would most likely kill him. Ears pinned back the rather content stallions simply walked towards Pandemic and spoke "Your allowing that pathetic colt to protect that runt?" He frowned... "Didn't take you for the soft type.. thought you of all males would have killed the runt on sight" he muttered briefly before gently grooming pandemic and then walking off and grazing silently, not wanting a reply from the stallion. He was simply stating a point.

As the young colt arrived, he frowned and watched the pair momentarily before turning back and grazing silently, demanding brat he muttered to himself silently, before ripping the grass up.

Dance the Tango ~ 6 years ~ no stallion ~ Lone mare ~ Heat stage 3
The large thoroughbred chestnut mix mare grazed silently, her ears flicking as she listened to her surroundings. She shook out her mane silently. She'd seen a large, masssive her earlier, and had seen where those mares had come before the winter. She had spotted a pretty young filly with a grey mare, and a few other foals. Shrugging the mare kept trotting along silently moving along silently before bobbing her head and shaking her head gently. She looked around, curious to find that stallion who's mares were stolen, he had been beaten badly, another killed. She was unsure if this one survived. Shrugging the chestnut kept trotting contently.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Phantom of the Opera
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Antsy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Apocalyptic Pandemic's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Page, Missy, Ghost

The dapple gray mare felt instant relief the second she laid eyes on her friend. Her trot quickly became a canter as she barrelled towards the mare, hoping to find protection and a feeling of comfort once in her presence. She slowed as soon as she was only a few yards from the lead, not wanting to run into her full force. When Page moved towards her, Phantom halted, but felt the need to keep moving, as she glanced back to see if those stallions had followed her. She hoped not. The Andalusian let out a huge sigh as her friend began grooming her, and felt some of the tension leave as she returned the gesture. For the moment, she and her son were safe. "Well, as you know, Ghost isn't Pan's son." The mare began, glancing over to the colt who was all too happy to have a friend. "And Pan hasn't noticed him yet, but his goons have. And I'm afraid they're going to come after him." She could feel a lump in her throat, but continued anyways. "But he's all I have left of good memories, back when we were with Pride. Yet I know I'm powerless to keep them from, well, you know." If horses could cry, the mare would be in tears right now, sobbing over the thought of the brutes killing her son.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: A Proud Spirit
Aᵍᵉ :: Less than a year
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Colt
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Giddy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Apocalyptic Pandemic's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Missy

The painted colt felt excitement rise in him when he spotted another foal, one more close to his age. He quickly bolted ahead of his mother, wanting to go and play with the other foal, but quickly backed off when the mother of said foal gave him a warning look. Ghost didn't want the lead mare to be upset with him, and clacked his teeth in apology, before glancing back to the filly who'd just nipped him. The mare was distracted with his mother, and he decided to take this moment as a chance to play. He quickly bounded after Missy, nickering happily as he kicked out his heels and chased after her. Once he'd caught up, he gave her a gentle nip on the side before darting away from her. It was precious, really. The young colt was so oblivious to the threats made towards his own life, and wanted nothing more than to romp and play. Ignorance is bliss.

[beth.]

Written Diary Pages ~ 10 years ~Apocalyptic Pandemic ~ Lead mare ~ Heat stage 2
Page smiled softly and lipped her "Pan would have noticed my dear, a long time ago, if he wanted to harm him, he would have done it already, he might act like a blind fool, but you know he's not" She spoke softly smiling softly nuzzling her, trying to comfort her, "There's no need to be upset. Just look at him, he's having a time of his life. He's oblivious to the world around him, all he knows, is that your his mother and you'll protect him. But he's getting to that age where you need to start preparing him, that way atleast if he is threatened he will be able to outrun the horrid brutes. He's young yes, but that gives him a whole heap of advantages. He'll have much more energy being a foal, and will be able to outrun the stallions. He is a balanced male, which shows he should be able to take tight turns, if you teach him right, he will have no problems" she nickered, keeping her voice quiet, not daring to get any males near. Ears flicking she sighed softly "As the same with Missy. but Pride is gone, We'll probably never see him again. With Link in the herd that gives two older males so even if Pride and the other males did make it, they won't be able to get us back" She nickered softly and then flicked her scented tail. She sighed, "the only thing I'm really worried about is coming into heat.. I'd rather die than bear such a foal... If it is such, I shall ditch the foal, I will not raise a creature sired by that" she hissed glancing at her rump before turning to Phantom. "Sweety, your colt will be fine" she smiled, trying to calm the poor mare.

Prides Missy ~ a few months ~Apocalyptic Pandemic ~ Lead mares filly ~ Heat stage 0
Missy bucked and bolted forwards, running from the young male. As he nipped her then ran off, she kicked at him before following, her long legs stretching out as she chased her half brother happily. Her ears pulled forwards as she bronced and cantered along after him.

Sir Charles Linkon ~ 12 years ~Bachelor herd lead by Pandemic ~ no mares ~ no mares covered
Link snorted violently and rammed into sparks not caring if it pushed the mare to the ground "You better watch your mouth.. That runt of a colt is lucky to have even lived to this age. If Garry were not the father he'd be dead the minute you brought the runt back. Even then, Not like Garry could do anything to prevent Pan from killing it. Garry is simply a pathetic young colt who got you by mistake. Your supposedly amazing stallion is dead so clearly, he wasn't so amazing as you mares say. Garry would be dead had your stallion not been busy. As for your colt. If you were still with that stud of yours, he wouldn't have lasted a day" He spat his lips rolling elegantly with each word. "So listen carefully brood, Your here to breed, mares were put on this land to breed, every year from this day forward you will produce a healthy foal to pandemic or one of the other older less pathetic stallions. Garry can not protect you, nor your foal. That's why Pandemic put him in charge of you. Are you both that foolish that you think Garry can protect you? hmm, your dumber than I thought.. Think twice before you speak brood" He spat and turned around lashing his tail at the mares face and sending a violent look to garry raising his head to the colts ear "You better be careful, next time.. I might just let Pandemic kill the colt" he spat and bit Garry's ear before walking off. Did they hear nothing he said before that brat snapped at him. He was simply chasing Wolf back to sparks before Pan got him. If he got to far from sparks, Pandemic would most likely kill him. Ears pinned back the rather content stallions simply walked towards Pandemic and spoke "Your allowing that pathetic colt to protect that runt?" He frowned... "Didn't take you for the soft type.. thought you of all males would have killed the runt on sight" he muttered briefly before gently grooming pandemic and then walking off and grazing silently, not wanting a reply from the stallion. He was simply stating a point.

As the young colt arrived, he frowned and watched the pair momentarily before turning back and grazing silently, demanding brat he muttered to himself silently, before ripping the grass up.

Dance the Tango ~ 6 years ~ no stallion ~ Lone mare ~ Heat stage 3
The large thoroughbred chestnut mix mare grazed silently, her ears flicking as she listened to her surroundings. She shook out her mane silently. She'd seen a large, masssive her earlier, and had seen where those mares had come before the winter. She had spotted a pretty young filly with a grey mare, and a few other foals. Shrugging the mare kept trotting along silently moving along silently before bobbing her head and shaking her head gently. She looked around, curious to find that stallion who's mares were stolen, he had been beaten badly, another killed. She was unsure if this one survived. Shrugging the chestnut kept trotting contently.

[Promiscuous.]

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ezra ♛ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♛Tᴀɢs: - Dream ; Herd

нerd - His own.

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Ezra quietly took in an abundance amount of fresh water. His tangled tail whisked against his flanks. Though as usual, he wasnt normal like this. The painted stallion pulled his head back and reluctantly pranced through the shallow stream. His hooves striking the water playfully as it drenched his coat. After moments of playing, he snorted and buckled his knees to roll in the water before splashing in it again.

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pyro ♘ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♘Tᴀɢs: - Echo ; Infinity ; Moonlight (??)

нerd -

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Pyro could only snort toward the filly with such myriad questions. He was about to bend down to graze when the mother turned around and stepped closer, stopping by his side. Relief pressured him as he groomed her withers, happy she finally had given in. Nibbling her mane, he did nothinf more but quietly bent his head down to graze.

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oĸapι ❥ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs. ❥ мare ❥Tᴀɢs: -

нerd -

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As the official band stallion approached her with a nudge, she stamped her hoof in an irritating expression, refusing to move from her spot. However, she stared at him while he approached another mare. Her dominance forced itself in as she gave a harsh snort from her rubbery, grizzled lips before continuing to grazing. Pounding her hoof to express much dominance. Yes, the mare was certainly getting ahead of herself, but she was not going to be conquered by another mare. Plus she couldn't imagine another mare being as old as her, so either way, the mare didn't care.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

"I don't think I'm funny, I just know I speak the truth" The mare watched the brute lift his head. She examined all of the scars he had along his body, feeling her ears pinning back. She took two steps back, unnerved by the potential danger he is, but not willing to fully show her fear, although her body language changed, hinting of some intimidation that was working on her. However, her tongue remained unaffected and she spoke with cold confidence. "Force it out of me huh? Don't you think that is harsh much? My name is Amethsyt" She tossed her mane, showing off herself, all clean with no scars unlike the stallion. "Now big boy, would you like to tell me your name dear?" She asked, her voice higher pitched as if she were talking to a foal. Amethyst's orbs studied the stallion. She was fearful of him, but tried not to show it. She was going to make this stallion work to get her, even though it would likely be easy for him due to the large range between ages. This pretty mare doesn't sell herself easily to any stallion.

[Moon pool]

Eagle| by the river | heat 3


Eagle walked to the river's edge she duped her head to the cool water to take her fill when large ripples came from down stream she looked and saw Ezra sliding into the river she snorted to him seeing if he had noticed her or nor

[fg05281]

(Sorry for not posting for him)
Night watched the fight, unable to do anything. He nudged her back. He thought for a sec. This mare could ruin his herd. So he walked up to her, and snaked her away. He snorted and left the mare next to a watering hole that was very small.

[Promiscuous.]

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ezra ♛ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♛Tᴀɢs: - Dream ; Herd

нerd - His own.

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He paused to hear a snort. Raising his head, he figured it was just one of his mares. Shaking his head, the stallion continued to prance through the water, occasionally splashing it on natsu with a squeal. Though his head suddenly perked toward a light heat scent. His gaze searched curiously until it landed on a lone mare. He squealed lightly and gave a gently nicker, approaching the mare curiously.

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pyro ♘ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♘Tᴀɢs: - Echo ; Infinity ; Moonlight (??)

нerd -

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Pyro could only snort toward the filly with such myriad questions. He was about to bend down to graze when the mother turned around and stepped closer, stopping by his side. Relief pressured him as he groomed her withers, happy she finally had given in. Nibbling her mane, he did nothinf more but quietly bent his head down to graze.

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oĸapι ❥ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs. ❥ мare ❥Tᴀɢs: -

нerd -

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As the official band stallion approached her with a nudge, she stamped her hoof in an irritating expression, refusing to move from her spot. However, she stared at him while he approached another mare. Her dominance forced itself in as she gave a harsh snort from her rubbery, grizzled lips before continuing to grazing. Pounding her hoof to express much dominance. Yes, the mare was certainly getting ahead of herself, but she was not going to be conquered by another mare. Plus she couldn't imagine another mare being as old as her, so either way, the mare didn't care.