The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[.ace.]

Fading Nightmares:
Night looked at Cleo's expression. It was disappointed. No. Beyond that. She looked hurt by his response. The stallion grimaced slightly, guilt suddenly clawing at him like the sharpest of razors. He was even more doubting when his new mare stepped away from him, her ears pinned back. Night parted his lips to speak, but closed them again as he couldn't find the words to say. Regret and anger at himself slowly filled his dark eyes. "I'm sorry for offending you, Cleo. I really am." He choked out to her, his ears flicking back in a somewhat submissive way. Then, they perked up a bit as he desperately tried to catch her eye. When she didn't return his look, he continued. "But one day, I promise you. And you will be the first."

The stallion turned his head away from her and walked a couple steps away. He wanted to give her space, just in case she was still mad at him and wanted to be away from him for a bit. night reached his neck down and ripped up a chunk of grass, forced himself to chew, and then swallowed dryly. Nice going. He scolded himself silently.

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted)

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Ħσρєℓєѕѕ Ɖяєαм
Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Dʳᵉᵃᵐ ☆ 10 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ☆ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Ezra ☆ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant ☆ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd, Squire

"Yes, I know." Dream sigh softly, looking to Eagle. "I'm just...a bit worried." She added, then turned her attention to Ezra who was now chasing after the bachelor who had been approaching the herd. The young male seemed to be around Natsu's age, and the mare watched quietly as Ezra drove the young stallion away.

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˩υcу
Hєя∂ Fιℓℓу
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ❀ Yᵉᵃʳˡᶤᶰᵍ ❀ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Ezra ❀ Mᵒᵗʰᵉʳ : Hopeless Dream ❀ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

At first, Lucy went slow to allow Apollo to go and run and have some fun rather than being tagged right away. Over time Lucy began to speed up, determined to get the colt. Apollo ducked under Natsu, though the yearling still came forward. Once she was by her brother, she halted and lowered her head so that she could look at Apollo. The dark filly flashed him a smile, then reached out to nip him.

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Иαтѕυ
Bαcнєℓσя Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✧ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✧ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ 0 ✧ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1 ✧ Tᵃᵍˢ : Dream, Lucy, Summer, Ezra, Apollo, Squire

He stood quietly, tense and watching Ezra. However, instead of charging at him like he thought he would, Ezra suddenly went after something else. He blinked and watched Ezra, seeing that he was charging at a young male. He watched them for a few moments, but stopped when something moved under him. Pricking his ears he looked to what it was, seeing that Apollo was hiding underneath. Lucy was approaching, a grin on her face. Normally Natsu would join their little game, but instead he just stood still and watched as Lucy went after his son.

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Δкυмα
Bαη∂ Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ☄ 11 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ☄ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 2 ☄ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 2 ☄ Tᵃᵍˢ : Cusick, Gypsy

Once Akuma had a grip on Cusick, he bit down. Hard. He wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on around him, the only thing he was focusing on at the moment was Cusick. When Cusick attempted to loosen Akuma's grip, the stallion shifted and tried to keep holding on, but the stallion failed and when Cusick's pulled away, he lost his grip on Cusick's neck. Letting out a snort, the stallion turned his body so that he was facing Cusick before rearing and striking out with his foreleg.

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Яιкυ
Bαcнєℓσя Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✶ 5 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ✶ Tᵃᵍˢ : Ciqala, Winter, Mariah

He stayed pretty quiet, only giving a nod when someone spoke to him. He let the mares speak and say their good byes, but Riku was slowing starting to become impatient. He wanted to go, get out of here before Akuma came back. He didn't know when he would be back, but Riku hoped that it was not soon. Eventually, once the mares were done speaking, he turned to Winter. "C'mon, let's go." He nickered, giving the mare a nudge with his nose before beginning to move in the direction opposite of where Akuma was.

[SilverBell90]

Cusick dodged the strike but got a sharp blow to the neck in the process. and moved quickly to the side. After that move, he reared up an tried to bite onto Akumas neck. Cusick didn't want to loose his mare and future foal, so he put all his effort into hitting the target.

Ruby made a low sigh and she grazed on the dry grass before accidentally pulling a whole plant out of the sandy dirt. She spat out the root and looked around. Winter was soon to come around, but she didn't want to seem desperate by calling for a mate. If she went on for too long without a mate or stallion interested in her, then she would take to plan B and call.

Soldier finished with his drink and nodded to the kind leader of the herd before trotting away from him and his herd. Now that he was rehydrated, he felt like he could take on the world. But the other stallion wasn't an option, he was too kind too recently. He decided snaking might be his best bet for a mate.

[beth.]

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wríttєn díαrч pαígєs
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 10 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : dominant||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : Lead mare||
||Tags : herd||

Paige pinned her ears at mystery and stamped her hoof snapping at air in the mares direction warning the bossy yearling, Missy was young, she was the daughter of Pride and the daughter of a lead mare, she was going to be a great mare and would start showing early. Natural born leaders, showed it as foals, they were often demanding, but as they got older, that left their body and they became more worthy of the position destined to them. Missy was just one of those fillies who had to find her way, and she would, but she didn't need bratty bossy older fillies annoying her. So with one final glare to the young mare who needed to mature more, she turned to face her filly whom was dancing beside grim now.

A faint smile apeared upon the grey's muzzle, love for the filly in her eyes, affection for grim. She tossed her nose slightly and swished her slightly scented tail, it was slowly fading, but she was lingering for a foal, and might accept a stallion, even if it was one of the other males, who would probaly be banished by pandemic, but she personally didn't care, one less stallion to deal with.Paige turned to face her grey friend with a soft whinny before whickering gently, turning back to grim and trotting to him, nudging her filly forwards before she whinnied again, alarming the herd that they were moving, pandemic would just have to catch up. With that she lipped Grim's forelock and trotted off beside her graceful yet cheeky filly who wanted to stay with grim, but went with her mother after some persuasion. The mare decided she'd lead the herd to a slightly closed in area, they'd have to travel close together as they'd be entering a small forrest to get to the area. It had a small pond like watering hole, with a tiny creek which allowed fresh water to run into it, it was no deeper than Paige's knees, but it was good for the foals to play in and good for the herd to drink.

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

Missy danced around grim bounding and bucking, running under the male, she ignored mystery, not even noticing her until she saw her mothers reaction, seeing the young mares glare she frowned back, but continued to run around Grim, nipping his belly with excitement as she ran past him, careful incase his reaction was to kick the quick little filly darted sideways to avoid any danger the gelding might pose, she also knew Paige would chase grim out if one hair was out of place while under his protection or playing with him.

As her mother came and "collected" her, the filly refused, wanting to stay, however, as her mother trotted off, the filly grew a little frantic, but didn't leave. Alas, realising her mother was not joking, and she was leaving, Missy bucked and galloped after her mother before slowly cantering beside her, now and then breaking a trot.

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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||

The flea bitten grey was covered in sweat as he finally left the young male, agitated with having to run for longer than he wanted, Link stormed back to the mare punishing her with a nip, blaming her for the colts stubborness, when Link had to do something he didn't want to do, or for longer than he intended, he got very angry easily, and took it out on whoever was closest related to the one he was persuing, in this case, it was the mare being the males mother. Ears pinned he looked to pandemic with pinned ears, Pandemic knew of Link's hate of doing that, and knew growling back would only agrivated link into attacking pandemic, which had happened once maybe twice. The two didn't have many arguements because link was very docile, but when he was annoyed, he was quite the violent male and backed down to no one. With his grey ears pinned, sweat dripping down his nose and cheek, his shoulder lathered, foam between his hind legs and under his tail and on his chest and under his front legs had formed giving him a terrible itch. This made his aggiation grow more and he grew snappy, nipping at air in the mares direction pushing her back to the herd, wanting to go faster so he could stop, roll and go for a dip to rid the rechid itch.

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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||

The chestnut simply ignored argument, she refused to get in the middle of anything, So with ears pinned she trotted off. Shifting her ears into a forwards position listening to what could be ahead. The chestnut mare bobbed her head and pinned her ears back as she felt a light nip to her shoulder. With ears pinned, Tango warned the slightly younger stallion, she didn't like being pushed around or nipped, and she wasn't tolerating that. So with ears pinned she sidestepped away and snapped her teeth at him warning him slightly once more before she allowed her body to return to a relaxed state no longer showing the aggression she had a moment ago. Flicking her ears as she listened to his words she rolled her eyes and sighed. "a stallion with a past... brilliant" She muttered gently, trying so hard not to be rude, she was just not in the mood for fun and games or any stallions who might try and throw her around like she was some kind of prize to be won. Realizing she had however been rude, the mare groaned and spoke briefly, yet gently "Apologies, I must say I don't like to be thrown around, hence the reason I was on my way." She murmured gently but did nor rest any legs to show she was not moving. Instead the mare nickered softly and looked to the other male, the dark black one, the one she had decided to escape, he seemed cruel, but strong nonetheless, which would mean he'd bare good foals, healthy ones. "I take it she's not the only mare he's taken from you" She mumbled, before stepping back and roughly nudging him, despite she was 6, she was still a whole year older than the male, which meant she had a year more experience with the world than he did, she knew he knew it was best not to stick around, but she also knew he was probably not in the mood to snake, she was not in the mood to run, or be pushed around so with a rough nudge and a soft nip to the flank she began to push him towards a different meadow. Soon taking the lead she swished her tail against his chest and picked up a trot, swishing her tail once more inviting the stallion to follow as she moved along contently. One ear pinned back as to warn him not to touch her while they moved.

Wether the stallion was following at that time she was not fussed, if he didn't he would not have a mare so she doubted he wouldn't follow, but she did not turn back to check. Instead she found herself in a small meadow by a shallow lake, perhaps only shoulder depth. She walked in to her knees and lowered her nose to take a long drink. With a final sip, the chestnut mare looked back, looking for the male curiously.

Name :: The Devils Final Gift or Gift (strange right?)
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]

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Samurai examined the mare's reaction to his opinion on foals. He perked his ears as she brushed up against him for a brief moment, but atleast it was something. "Hmm, so you would like to know about the stallion situation if this herd. Well if you couldn't tell, me and Ninja are twins. We were born captive and escaped into the wild as yearlings, blah, blah, blah. Let's skip over the unimportant part. The reason why we are together, is because it simply makes sense. We are nearly identical, thus spread just about the same genes. And we have survived through a lot together, so we can handle a herd with each other. If you think about it, two stallions are stronger than one, so why not have a large herd to compliment our power? I know I rant a lot, but I'm simply answering your question. To us, it seems logical to stick together, because we don't have anything against each other, we know each other, we have just about the same genes, and we keep each other in a balanced sanity. That answer your question?" He asked, stretching out his neck after talking so much.

The Gypsy Vanner didn't dare make eye contact with the male. She just continued to graze as if nothing was wrong. At his words, she simply let out a grunt in reply, barely acknowledging him. She only perked her ears slightly when he moved away and gave her some space. Cleopatra snorted, ripping at the grass as she thought of her life with a foal.

Winter felt Riku's nudge, and looked at the stallion. She pawed at the soft earth a few times, before glancing over at the two mares for the last time. She then turned and began moving swiftly beside Riku, her large belly bouncing from the movement as she trotted along.

Ash grazed a bit, until she felt her stomach fill up with grass and brush. She flicked her scented tail, before moving over towards Domino, one ear perked, the other laid back in a peaceful manner. The mare extended her neck and began to gently groom the male's withers, swiftly cleaning out his mane.

[~Static~]

Samurai examined the mare's reaction to his opinion on foals. He perked his ears as she brushed up against him for a brief moment, but atleast it was something. "Hmm, so you would like to know about the stallion situation if this herd. Well if you couldn't tell, me and Ninja are twins. We were born captive and escaped into the wild as yearlings, blah, blah, blah. Let's skip over the unimportant part. The reason why we are together, is because it simply makes sense. We are nearly identical, thus spread just about the same genes. And we have survived through a lot together, so we can handle a herd with each other. If you think about it, two stallions are stronger than one, so why not have a large herd to compliment our power? I know I rant a lot, but I'm simply answering your question. To us, it seems logical to stick together, because we don't have anything against each other, we know each other, we have just about the same genes, and we keep each other in a balanced sanity. That answer your question?" He asked, stretching out his neck after talking so much.

The Gypsy Vanner didn't dare make eye contact with the male. She just continued to graze as if nothing was wrong. At his words, she simply let out a grunt in reply, barely acknowledging him. She only perked her ears slightly when he moved away and gave her some space. Cleopatra snorted, ripping at the grass as she thought of her life with a foal.

Winter felt Riku's nudge, and looked at the stallion. She pawed at the soft earth a few times, before glancing over at the two mares for the last time. She then turned and began moving swiftly beside Riku, her large belly bouncing from the movement as she trotted along.

Ash grazed a bit, until she felt her stomach fill up with grass and brush. She flicked her scented tail, before moving over towards Domino, one ear perked, the other laid back in a peaceful manner. The mare extended her neck and began to gently groom the male's withers, swiftly cleaning out his mane.

Domino | 8 years old | # of mares; 1 | # of mares covered; 1 | Tags; Ash| Interested, content

He flicked an ear as he smelled her heat scent again. He nuzzled her, before taking a step back. He wasn't sure what Ash's reaction would be if he asked for a foal, but she didn't seem to be a very aggressive mare at all. He gently bumped his nose against her rump.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Ash felt a nose come in contact with her rump. She turned her head, ears perked as she calmly gazed at Domino, her eyes almost glittering with amusement. She lightly lashed her tail, before moving it to the side,Asa way of her accepting Domino. She then lowered her head, shook out her mane, and itched her foreleg as she patiently waited.

[~Static~]

Domino | 8 years old | # of mares; 1 | # of mares covered; 2 | Tags; Ash| Content

Domino nickered, glad that she hadn't tried to kick him or lashed out.

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Domino dismounted her and moved next to her, grooming her mane and flicking his tail contentedly.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Vegas Lights
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Happy
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Titan's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Titan, Estella

The palomino sabino is thrilled to have her stallion back, and makes short, soft squeals as they bump noses to show her happiness. Once they're properly greeted, she turns her attention to the filly beside him and smiles. Rather than saying anything, she listens to the two. First Titan, and then his sassy young filly. Vega chuckles as the two bicker, and steps forward, lowering her head to the filly's level. "My my, aren't you a lovely young lady?" And she gives the filly a sniff before raising her head, the smile still very apparent on her lips. "A pleasure to meet you Estella. My name is Vegas Lights. Call me what you wish." The older mare introduces herself, before turning her attention to her handsome crimson-colored stallion. "I take it things went well? What even happened down there?" Of course, she was referring to earlier events. Him going off to take care of the many stallions who seemed to plague this particular area. He seemed like he was alright, with no visible marks or wounds of any type. And she certainly hoped he was, because the last thing she wanted was to lose yet another stallion.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Certifiably Insane
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Feisty
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Hound's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Hound & Karma

So that was Devil's game. Reel her in and dump her with his younger brother. Pathetic. The last thing she wanted was to be with a younger stallion, and now, now she had no choice. She was stuck with him. And the pintabian flattened her ears as she gazed over the herd. It was a fair-sized herd, with a primped and preen black mare who seemed fully intent on running this show. Which of course, Insanity scoffed at the thought. She would be ruled by no one, and would do whatever she could to claim the powers so rightfully hers, or die trying. Her thoughts of anarchy were rudely interrupted when the young stud called out to her. Her deep brown eyed-gaze landed on his form in a glare, ears still pinned, teeth slightly bared. Still, he insisted to lip at her, and she clacked her teeth in warning. "The name's Insanity. And you'll be finding out why if you touch me again." She snapped, flicking her Arabian tail before trotting after the lead mare. She supposed now was a good a time as any to confront her. "So how long do you honestly think you'll be running this place now that I'm here?" Insanity huffed, a smirk on her lips as she stopped just feet from the mare. Her composure was very well kept, though you could hear the snarkiness of her tone. How would the black mare respond?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: So help me horse god
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Crimson Rose, Amethyst, Doe, Half Moon
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

He'd gotten annoyed and left. And that should have been the end of that. But no. NO. Not for Viking. He just had to have the most complex and infuriating mares, didn't he? This herd would be the death of him. All he wanted was to get back to his mares and have a drink. But little miss priss, Amethyst, suddenly decided she liked the guy and was now trailing after him. To make matters worse, Rose was already attacking her. Great! Just great. If the stallion was an ostrich, he'd have his head plunged into the ground, ignoring the world around him. "This is how it's going to end. These mares. They're going to drive me insane. They're going to be the death of me." The words had been running through his mind the whole time, and now he was muttering it to himself. Honestly, he swore he had the biggest headache known to horse-kind right now. And he was going to lose his cool guy composure. The draft sighed heavily, stopping as his lead proceeded to confront this new mare. "Ladies, please can we just go?" He felt like a child asking his mother for candy even though she'd said 'no' a hundred times. He knew he'd be reprimanded for asking such a ludicrous question and for not respecting Rose's title as lead or whatever. But he was mentally exhausted and just wanted to get the herd to decent grazing grounds so everyone could just relax.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Some Kinda Witchcraft
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Content
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Pride's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Pride

The decision was a tough one, but Voodoo couldn't have been more pleased with the results. The paint mustang was so wise and kind, and she felt safe alongside him. Things were very quiet between the two of them as they traveled, and every now and again Voodoo would glance over to him, as if expecting him to say something. But she'd done that many times now, and still, nothing had been said. All had been silent aside from distant cries of other horses and their own hoofbeats. The mare decided to take the initiative, and gently bumped shoulders with the stallion. "So where are we headed?" She asked, having decided any conversation would be better than the silence.

{{ Matry, I was wondering if you wanna say Pride covered her or? And Faith, I'm not trying to be a downer or anything but the name Vengeance is already taken by my colt Sorry }}

[beth.]

(oh okay, he was already a premade character, just ignore his nickname, i'll come up with a new one soon)