The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[beth.]

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wríttєn díαrч pαígєs
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 10 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : tired||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : Lead mare||
||Tags : Thunder, Phantom||

Paige looked up and swished her tail slightly and stood by Phantom, as the mare invited over a young male whom suddenly was Phantom's so called "Protector" Paige snorted in disapproval, however, she knew pandemic could easily harm this male or even chase him out should he do something wrong, so the mare simply gave the stallion a warning look, nothing more though. With one last final touch to her friend a gentle nibble of which she left, she stepped away and grazed, an ear on Thunder at all times, the other, on her dearest friend. Paige was no mean mare, she was just protective of her friends and family, nothing would stand in her way. With a final swish of ignorance to her tail, she flared her nostrils and lay down. Her anger had worn her out, the now tired mare rest silently beside her friend, yet at the same time, a few meters from her. The grey mare closed her eyes and flicked her ears listening. She listened to the sounds of birds, the wind's vibration against her ears was annoying, but she managed to ignore it. She listened to the sound of water, it's gentle hum as the water went down stream soothed the dominant mare into a hushed and light sleep.

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prídє's míssч
fíllч
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||age : 4 months||
||Gender : filly||
||Status : bored||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : filly||
||Tags : Ghost||

Missy pranced along towards her sleeping mother, ears pinned she snorted "don't you dare go to sleep! you promised you'd play!" a diva like hiss left the princess's lips, She was not a brat, but she was defiantly a princess. Ears pinned she lay over her mothers body and bit onto her ear. Her mother was clearly ignoring her, in anger the filly jumped off her mother and slammed her hooves into the ground. Snorting she looked to Thunder, the filly stamped her hoof and looked to her mother, agitated clearly. She stepped over her mother and jumped around bucking and rearing slamming her hooves hard on the earth to show her anger and agitation. Huffing, the diva-like filly gave up and looked to Ghost with a some-what evil grin, the filly then bounded towards him and bounced, rearing slightly as she landed gently over the older colts back and bit onto his ear.

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sír chαrlєs línkσn
hєrd stαllíσn
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||age : 12 years||
||Gender : stallion||
||Status : content||
||Mares : none||
||Rank : herd stallion||
||Tags : open||

Link looked up lazily at a filly, frowning at the filly he then smiled, she was defiantly, the filly of a lead mare and showed it well, the filly had clear potential, better than her mother at yet. Paige was a good lead mare through dominance and protection, along with direction, but often her aggression of other males got ahead of her, Link didn't fuss much about that and understood a bit, he also knew she was over her old male, he'd spoken to her a few days ago, it was clear in her eyes she knew Pride was either dead or she would never see him again, either way she wasn't holding onto him anymore like the other foolish mares. He also knew Paige had slipped through her heat without Pan's recognition, and he had now missed a season of breeding with page, shame, a foal from the two would be brilliant. Ears pinned he huffed and flared his nostrils, perhaps Pan might have one last chance, He wasn't sure if the mare was just coming into heat, or just going out, He knew now that pan would be hoping she was going in. With a lazy blink to both eyes, the stallion took a few steps away towards the shelter of a large tree, it's leaves were already turning yellow and brown. Snorting he watched a few fall before standing under it's shade.

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dαncє thє tαngσ
lσnєr
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||age : 6 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : bored||
||Herd : N/A||
||Rank : loner||
||Tags : Psychotic Charade||

Tango's ears pricked as the chestnut mare looked up as a stallion nickered, the mare came to a halt and looked over him ears lightly pinned she snorted and stamped her hoof, unsure wether it was worth it. The mare lowered her noes and took a small mouthful of grass before turning her head back to the males direction, ears fully forwards as she watched him curiously but cautiously.

Name :: Revenge is for real or Vengeance
Age :: 7
Breed :: Arabian x Thoroughbred x warm blood x Andalusian
Gender :: Stallion
Height :: 16.2 hands
Good Traits :: Calm, Brave, Dominant, Friendly, Respectful, caring, friendly, protective
Bad Traits :: cruel, violent, aggressive,can be overly dominant, a bit cocky due to age
Mares :: N/A
Rank :: Lone Bachelor
Sire :: Pain is for the weak
Dam :: Karma's a B_____

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[color=#ffbf00]rєvєngє ís fσr rєαl
вαchєlσr[/color]
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[left][quote][b][size=75][color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]age : 7 years[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color]
[color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]Gender : stallion[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color]
[color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]Status : Cocky/needy[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color]
[color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]Mares : none[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color]
[color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]Rank : bachelor[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color]
[color=#ffbf00]||[/color][color=grey]Tags : open[/color][color=#ffbf00]||[/color][/size][/b][/quote][/left]

[size=85]A handsome paint stallion let his body lay against the cool grass. When the stallion decided it was time to wake and search for a herd, he grunted, not wanting to stand, Alas, with a final grunt he stood up and called out contently, beginning his journey for a herd. He'd eaten enough food to last a few hours, and was only going to stop for water.. or if he saw a great patch of grass. His main focus: find mares. A loud whinny yet again left his pink and black lips as his need to start and grow a herd lingered.[/size][/center]

Name :: A Little Amaretto or Rhett
Age :: 4
Breed :: pure leopard appaloosa
Gender :: mare
Height :: 15.1 hands
Good Traits :: sweet, affectionate, loyal, submissive, friendly, honest, nurturing, mothering
Bad Traits :: needs help, still very young, a bit of a princess, likes things her way sometimes
Heat stage :: 2 going into 3
Rank :: lone mare
Sire :: When Lightning Strikes
Dam :: Cherokee Promise

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[color=#80BF40]α líttlє αmαrєttσ
hєrd mαrє[/color]
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[left][quote][b][size=75][color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]age : 4 years[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color]
[color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]Gender : Mare[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color]
[color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]Status : curious[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color]
[color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]Herd : N/A[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color]
[color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]Rank : loner[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color]
[color=#80BF40]||[/color][color=grey]Tags : open[/color][color=#80BF40]||[/color][/size][/b][/quote][/left]

[size=85]Rhett's ears flicked as she grazed, her pretty white coat which was speckled with dark brown spots, her long thick brown tail swaying gently at her side spreading that so called "precious" Estrus scent that stallions so loved. She flared her nostrils and tossed her head, her ears lightly pinned as she snorted. She was not agitated nor was she happy, but she was curious, curious to find out what the world would bring today. Drama? Chaos? or would the world simply bring her a loving friend? perhaps a stallion. The thoughts ran wild through the curious mare, she couldn't see anything better to do other than to think about what the world could be.[/size][/center]

[Over the Moon]

Winter's Mystery:
Mystery let out a playful snort when Venus nipped her and reached out to retaliate but quickly realized the other filly was going after her sister. She stopped dancing around in the water and glanced around to see if there was anyone that would be interested in joining their game. Her mother had moved on from drinking and was now grazing by the stream, which meant she didn't want to be bothered. Mystery perked her ears, but couldn't hear or see any sign of Astria. She sighed, about to give up when she spotted another yearling standing near the stream with his mother (Ghost). Never one to be shy, she trotted through the water over to him. "Hey! You!" She whinnied loudly. "Come play with us!"

[Blumenkranz]

(Not accepted, we aren't accepting anyone right now)

[grapejuice]

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

The stallion was very close to snapping. Oh so close. Every word she spoke, every breath she took, he could feel it rattling his nerves and bones, hitting so hard he swore he would break. But then she pressed her nose to his. And for a second, he thought she'd mellowed out and decided to start cooperating. But he was wrong. He was so very wrong. Instead, she nipped his pink muzzle very roughly. And now he was enraged. His muscles began uncontrollably twitching, his lips curling into a wide, devious smile. His eyes were wide, twitching in the edges, and he looked like a maniac about to snap on his prey. "Oh, okay." And he stepped forward, lowering his head to he level, and pressing his muzzle to hers. "Would you please be a dear and get moving towards the herd?" Viking snarled, his smile quickly disappearing as he reached out to give her a rough nip on the neck. If she wanted to run, she could. He didn't care. He was full of rage and adrenaline now.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Some Kinda Witchcraft
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Calm
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Pride

The mare raised her head, seeing a rather distraught Pride. He was walking away from Cerberus, and seemed very... sad? Voodoo was surprised. She'd never seen him look so down before. And she glanced to Gold, who was occupying himself with grazing, before trotting over to the paint stallion. Even this late into summer, neither stallion had made any type of advances on her or Cerberus, and thus, she was still in heat. Surprisingly enough, no stallions had come after them to attempt to cover the two mares. Perhaps they were intimidated by the two experienced stallions they traveled with. The bay Morgan mare quickly caught up to him, and gave a low nicker. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Voodoo was quick to get ahead of him and stop right in front of his path, making sure he couldn't just walk away from her. Or ignore her. She was genuinely concerned for him.

{{ I'm not sure, Ciel. Sorry D: }}

{{ Since a majority of my characters are with sorakami's, they'll be on pause until she replies. I don't want to go too far without her <3 But in case anyone's confused, I've change my username /again/. I was Maiden, now I'm Grapejuice! And my Phantom/Ghost replies are in progress! }}

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Amethyst felt her ears pin back at his change in character. He looked insane at that point, which sent a few chills up the mare's spine. "See? Manners are very important-" She stopped as he went to nip her elegant. Quickly, she threw her head down, so that he would snap at air, before thrusting her head back up, forcing it harshly against his lower jaw and chin, though those features were strong and would likely not have felt any pain. Her head stung just a little but was fine and functionable, and she soon lifted it up high to show her natural dominant stance. "Deary, don't touch me like that. You are being rude, despite your kind words. Even though you said please, you still need to have pleasant actions. Complimenting a horse, and then out of no where kicking them doesn't make your actions automatically nice just because of what you said. And stop acting like an insane loon with a few screws loose. Band stallions are supposed to be able to contain their insanity in difficult situations, Hun." She stated, eyes glimmering with amusement. "And one more thing. Calm yourself boy. No nnee for any agitation." She said, tail swishing around.

[Dark Moon]

Moon stuck close to Doe's side, her velvet soft ears flicking back and forth anxiously. The little chocolate mare watched Amethyst and Viking, flinching as Viking tried to nip the mare. Amethyst was clearly not going to join without a fight, and this worried Moon. Viking wouldn't be afraid to hurt Amethyst, especially since she'd made him so mad. With a gentle flick of her scented tail, Moon pinned her ears, knowing she was in her last stage of heat. This wouldn't do. When Viking returned, he'd be sure to notice.

Summer softened slightly at his apology. With a gentle flick of her ears, she nudged Ezra to tell the stallion she forgave him. The palomino could be angered easily, but she forgave just as quickly. "Yes that's true but, Natsu's too young to do any harm. I think he's already been thoroughly warned." She murmured softly to Ezra. She glanced over at Natsu, who was with Dream and then back to Ezra. "I think that all he wants is to be able to stay with the herd until he can get one of his own. Right now he's no competition to any stallion. He'll stay on his best behavior." Summer promised. "Do you think you can tolerate him long enough?" The palomino hoped she'd be able to buy Natsu some more time to stay in the herd. But it'd only help if Natsu stayed on Ezra's good side.

[azhefa.]

{{Sorry it took so long! Had to walk my dogs.

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Mιяяσя Iмαgє
Lσηє Mαяє
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Iмαgє ✰ 4 Yᴇᴀʀs ✰ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ✰ Dᴇᴇᴘ Hᴇᴀᴛ (3) ✰ Tᴀɢs: Lost

After the long weeks of traveling and searching for others, Image has finally arrived in the valley. Her pristine white coat was almost like a beacon to bachelors and band stallions alike, she was alone with her son and is actually wanting a herd. The young mare hates being alone, but had to flee her past herd to save her son from the cruel bachelor that defeated her former stallion. If they would have stayed, Lost would have either been killed or chased out of the herd, either way the young stud would have died since he has no experience to survive without a herd.

Image tosses her head a little as she moves farther into the valley, her ears perked and eyes scanning the area around her for any bachelors or even band stallions. The mare can see the many herds that dot the landscape and was torn between wanting a herd and wanting to protect her son. She knows that he will leave her in the near future, but that doesn't make it any less hard for her, he was her first born, her baby. Image slows to a stop near a shady tree and keeps an eye out for any approaching horses as she drops her head and takes a bit of a rest.

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Lσѕт Rєƒℓєcтιση
Bαcнєℓσя
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Lσѕт ☼ 2 Yᴇᴀʀs ☼ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs: 0 ☼ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: 0 ☼ Tᴀɢs: Image

The young stud follows after his mother as the mare heads out into the valley, his steps weren't as confident as they usually are. Even though he was actually old enough to go off on his own, Lost chooses to stick with his mother, she knows more than he does and just doesn't feel like being alone with a bunch of older bachelors just yet. He flicks his ears around and eyes the bands around the valley warily, if one decides to claim his mother he will either get attacked or chased off, no stallion in his right mind will allow a mature stud near his mares especially when most are in heat.

Lost trots after his mother and comes to a stop near the tree she was under, his own white coat was almost identical to his mother, the only difference was the light black freckling all over his body. He stands and watches the other horses in the valley as Image rests under the tree, wondering if any of them were actually nice and would allow him to stay with his mother. The young stallion snorts a little and starts to graze on the grass around him, the long journey from his past herd has left him rather hungry and tired.

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Cяιмѕση Rσѕє
Lєα∂ Mαяє
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Rᴏsᴇ ❖ 10 Yᴇᴀʀs ❖ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: Viking ❖ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ❖ Tᴀɢs: Viking and the herd

The older mare snorts as she idly waits for Viking to return, her daughter has been gone for a while and has yet to return. She wasn't overly concerned about her disappearance though, the younger mare is probably back with her old stallion. Rose shakes out her mane and looks over towards where her current stallion, Viking, was standing with another mare. It wasn't going so well from the looks of it, and it seems like Viking was about to explode with frustration. Rose flicks her tail and rips up a mouthful of grass, she won't interfere until it was absolutely necessary since some stallions don't really like being rescued by a mare.

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Kαямα'ѕ Cнασѕ
Lєα∂ Mαяє
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Cʜᴀᴏs ♛ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs ♛ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: Devil ♛ Lɪɢʜᴛ Hᴇᴀᴛ (2) ♛ Tᴀɢs: Hound and the herd

Being the lead mare of the herd, it was indeed Chaos's job to lead the herd to water and fresh pastures, but it was also her job to keep the members of the herd in line which includes the stallions even if they don't think so themselves. Chaos gives Hound a dark glare and pointedly kicks at him as he charges up behind her, no one gives her orders not even Devil. The older mare snorts and lashes her tail as she remains where she was, her feet planted where they were in a clear display of her dominance. She tosses her head and lashes her tail some more, spreading the light heat scent that was emanating from her. Chaos knows the stallion will ask to breed and she has a hoof ready to show him just how willing she was, he hasn't impressed her or earned her loyalty so why should she allow him to cover her?

The mare snorts at Hound once more before finally moving from where she was, her heavy hooves thudding on the ground as she trots towards the trees on the other side of the valley, a loud squeal leaving her maw to alert the others to follow her. Like many of the other older mares, Chaos knows where to find water, but no one else knows of her little oasis deep in the forest. There are many creeks and streams in the dense trees, but many of them dry up in the blazing heat of summer so only the most experienced mares will be able to find enough water to sustain a herd larger than two horses.

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Sαтαηιc Cυяѕє
Bαη∂ Sтαℓℓιση
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Tɪᴛᴀɴ ☠ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs: 2 ☠ # Oғ Mᴀʀᴇs Cᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ: 1? ☠ Tᴀɢs: Flicker, Vega, and Ella

{Suddenly lost my muse DX Did he cover Vega yet?}

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Eѕтєℓℓα
Lσηє Fιℓℓу
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Eʟʟᴀ ღ 1 Yᴇᴀʀ ღ Sᴛᴀʟʟɪoɴ: None ღ No Hᴇᴀᴛ ღ Tᴀɢs: Titan

{Lost my muse DX}

[Over the Moon]

Doe:
Doe watched with perked ears as the argument seemed to intensify. Perhaps Moon and I can sneak away.. She mused, glancing quickly at the new lead mare. She was unsure if Rose would try to stop them; but she hadn't witnessed the full extent of Viking's cruelty yet. Doe sighed quietly, then realized the air was thick with Moon's heat scent. She stared at the chocolate mare, eyes wide with distress. When Viking returned he would try to cover Moon, and Doe wasn't going to have that. She nudged the smaller mare's shoulder and flicked her ears in the direction they had come. Trying not to make any noise, the appaloosa took a small step back, thankful the dry grass didn't give away her movement. It would be hard to hide with their heat scents, but she hoped Moon understood what she was trying to say.

[SilverBell90]

(So... Not much is happening with Akumas herd :I.)

[.ace.]

Raindrops on Roses:
Rain looked up and noticed that a few herds had started to move in closer to the stream. I've stayed too long. She thought to herself. Lifting her head up, the mare turned and trotted back toward the valley behind her. Soon, she quickened her pace and picked up a light canter; she wanted to get there as fast as she could without drawing too much attention to herself. Rain galloped until her knees ached, but the valley was close. Just a little further. The roan mare pushed herself, peeking her limits, until her she saw the land drop down in front of her. Slowing down, she went into a trot, and then a walk near the edge before the slight slope downward. I need to decide where I want to go first. Rain's form stood at the crest of the valley as she peered down below. Her eyes skimmed over a herd or two and a small group of bachelors. It looked like everywhere else Rain had been; she didn't want any of these herds. But one thing did catch her eye: a single mare stood under a shaded cluster of a few trees. What made her stand out was her bright coat that looked like the fresh, powdery snow that fell in winter-time. It amazed Rain how the mare had managed to keep her coat so immaculate. Close to the mare was a little stallion. Well, she wouldn't exactly say little, but definitely young, for his somewhat long legs signified that he was still growing. Rain quietly remarked to herself that the stallion was a bit hesitant and wary of the other horses, but eventually he seemed to relax and bent down to graze. Them. Rain thought to herself. They looked like they would make good company. Snorting to herself, the mare braced herself and then started to walk stiffly down the slope that led to the valley. Her hooves turned in the direction of the mare and the stallion as she descended, her eyes begging one of them to look up and see her; she didn't want to startle the two or appear threatening.