The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[deadlyscorpion]

Gypsy
Age: Three years
Crush: Cusick
Mate: Cusick
Foals: Soon
Tags: Excited

She trotted as fast as she could away from the battle, not wanting to get hit. She waited to see what was going on, and actually was happy that Cusick had made a move.

(Meanwhile..*Fade to black*)

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As filly
Adult

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Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
Name ↠ Star
Nickname ↠ None
Gender ↠ Female
Age ↠ A few weeks, maybe a month
Pelt ↠ Brown, white and black
Eye Color ↠ Brown
Herd ↠ My mom's and dad's
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Parents ↠ Gypsy and Cusick
Siblings ↠ None yet, I might have one though
Crush ↠ None
Mate ↠ Nope

So far, her past really isn't anything, but find out her personality in the RP.

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(Forum was made by Cyfox)

[dira.]

[ummm...its a bit unrealistic for cusick to attack akuma again, he is only five while akuma is eleven. cusick already gave in and akuma now has gypsy. im just saying guys! sorry for mini-moding! c;]

[mads,]

Name: A Whisper Carried By The Wind
Nickname: Wind
Age: 3 1/2
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter x Paint
Rank: x
Herd: Lone Mare

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Foals: x
Dam: Whispers Of The Forgotten Cave
Sire: Wind Over The Lake
Siblings: x
Coat color: Palomino x White
Tail + mane color: Creamy White
Eye color: Brown
Height: 14. 8 h
Personality: Gentle, Loving, Strong, Brave [ rest in rp ]

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[ wish from the wishing well > another name if needed ]

[azhefa.]

{{@RidingtheRail - There's already a mare named Echo.

[.ace.]

Raindrops on Roses:
Rain smiled at him, a bit shy, a bit unsure. This new stallion was odd, yes, but for some reason he did not intimidate her. She parted her lips slightly to reply, but was unprepared for Pyro's movement. He approached closer, and flirtatiously ran his muzzle down her neck, his whiskers tickling her skin. A shiver ran down her spine, the tingle moving all the way through her. She couldn't tell if she enjoyed it, or if she was utterly disgusted, but what she could tell was that it felt weird! Rain cleared her throat and took a step to the side, feeling the touch of his nose disappear from her cheek. It had been a long time since she had faced a stallion like this one. Lifting her head up, the mare met the height of his eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pyro." She said politely, a smile playing at her maw.

Flashing Lightning:
Lightning paced through the trees aimlessly. Reaper told him that he had spotted a young stallion all by himself and to wait here while he went off to go talk to him. The stud snorted, his thoughts wandering to all the adventures their small group could have. Reaper and he had only been traveling companions since the middle of spring, and since then, Lightning had grown to respect the other stallion. Though he was only a few months older, Reaper had the aura of a strong, natural leader that encouraged Lightning. He was excited to see what came from Reaper's encounter with the lone stud. Lightning's instructions were clear: to wait here in the forest until he returned, but the young buckskin was becoming impatient; he wasn't quite fond of waiting. However, the sound of approaching hoof beats reached his perked ears. Through the dense foliage, Lightning spotted a familiar dappled coat. Accompanying him, was a stranger stallion with pale fur. "I assume it went well?" He called out loudly to the two as they stopped to drink by a stream, a playful glint in his dark eyes.

[beth.]

reposts c:

{{Quotes for Sorakami (: Not sure if this is all of them, but I did my best to find them all!

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{Hᴇʀᴅ Mᴀʀᴇ}
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Iᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⋮ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Heat (3) ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Lost, Pan + Link

The young mare was nearly gasping for breath, her body lathered in sweat, as she continues to run from Link. Her ears remain flattened as she kicks at the stallion again, but she was tired so the kick had barely any power to it. Image darts to the side as Link kept nipping her, trying to get away from his biting muzzle, but instead opens a gap between herself and her son. When she realizes her mistake and tries to correct it, Link was already there driving away her only son. Image neighs to Lost as she starts to slow down, but is intercepted by Pandemic which makes her slide to a full stop and look to the stallion, the whites of her eyes showing as she tries to call to her son again.Her legs were weak from the sudden bout of running and she was gasping for breathe which makes it hard for her to speak let alone call for her son. Image looks to Pandemic and then back to Lost, her ears flicking around as she tries to catch her breath.

When Link drives Lost away, Image lets out a pitiful whinny and trots forward a few steps, but doesn't go to chase after him, the stallions will only snake her back and harm Lost more. Her ears go limp in defeat as she watches her son disappear over a hill, her head drooping a little in sadness. With a deep snort, Image looks over to Pandemic with rather hurt eyes, "Don't expect any acceptance from me." Image turns and starts walking towards Pandemic's herd, her tail limp instead of clamped like before which allows her heat scent to escape and cloud around her as she goes. She was rather deep in heat which was the 'acceptance' she had been talking about, she won't accept either stallion due to the role they played in chasing her only son away, but since she was still young she'll probably end up accepting one of them once she hits her last heat stage.

{Not really rping to Pandemic, but she just had his colt.}

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Δѕυηα
Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ஐ 4 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ஐ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ஐ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Not in heat ஐ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

Asuna and her colt emerged from the trees, and the herd came into view. The chestnut mare walked at a leisurely pace, though despite being calm she remained alert. Cougars did like to target foals, and she didn't want her son to be attacked by one. She finally reached the other horses and she kept Phoenix close to her side. She was going to be keeping a close eye on Phoenix and she wasn't going to let just anyone approach them, but she would allow those she trusted to come close. One of those horses was Olivia, one of her daughters who was trotting over now. Smiling at the filly, she looked down to the colt beside here. "Olivia, this is your brother, Phoenix. Phoenix, this is your big sister, Olivia."

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wríttєn díαrч pαígєs
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 11 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : Lead mare||
||Tags : herd||

Paige lay quietly in the sun near the herd, listening for any threats but also trying to get a bit of relaxation into her body. She opened her eyes looking for pandemic before huffing and searching for the other males. Paige was now barely in heat, but her longing for another foal was still there. With pandemic constantly being away, she'd tested a few males, all to cowardly to betray Pandemic by covering her. The mare groaned gently and frowned, being lead mare, she was pandemics mare, which, no longer bothered her that much. Not to say she'd gotten over Pride, but why hold onto something when it is out of your reach? With a groan she stood up and whinnied loudly. Feeling tight and tense and moved into a trot, coming up behind one of the other mares ears pinned she tossed her head, her typical horse nature compelling her to push someone around with her to run. She pinned her ears and snaked her neck as she snaked one of the mares out for a small run. Once bored of running, she laid back and let the mare return to the herd as she turned around and swished her tail. Being part arabian, the mare trotted along, her tail up like a flag wiht each graceful step as she moved back closer to the herd. Ears still pinned she tossed her head snaking it slightly before turning away and stopping, tail still up high as she lowered her muzzle and grazed quietly.

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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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fíllч
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||age : bit over a year||
||Gender : mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : yearling||
||Tags : herd||

(keep forgetting to update her age)
The filly had grown into a pretty yearling now, she watched her brother leave, a cry left her muzzle. She was still young and didn't understand, whee was he going? would he come back. Why couldn't she go? Her mother had said that now she was one, pandemic would probaly be more protective of her. Missy could fall pregnant at this age yes, but she would have a 90% chance of dying during birth. However, once she turned two, she'd be almost fully mature in enough to breed at least, and seeing she was not pandemics's daughter, he'd be able to breed with her unless for some reason he let her leave. Her mother hadn't thought of that, Missy was a pretty paint mare now and would bare good foals when her time came. As the yearling watched her brother leave she turned to Phantom frowning, why was the once so protective mare letting the young male leave. With a sigh Missy turned around and looked to her mother, trotting up to her and gently nipping her. She frowned as her mother pushed away but sighed knowing that she was no longer a filly, her mother wasn't going to tolerate any nagging from her.
Pride's Missy stood beside her mother, her mother was aproximatly 15.2 hands or something, for the moment, Missy was already reaching 14.2 and would grow more as she got older. Her mother had said she'd be taller than herself which pleased the yearling. She wanted to be tall, she'd alawys been so short as a foal. Ears pinned the young mare walked off, her mother was not fussed about the yearling gaining distance, so long as she remained in sight, after all, Missy was young and was still her daughter. she looked to Grim and smiled Trotting up to her only male friend, well.. her only friend now that Ghost had left. "Morning Grim" Her voice soft, sweet even with a hint of kindness. The yearling gently nibbled the older males ear before looking around, bouncing a bit on her front hooves so she could get high enough to look over his back, being Missy, she wasn't going to do things the long way, she wanted a short cut, and bouncing on her front hooves was better than walking all the way to grims rump just to see. Atleast, that was what she thought. When she realised it was just some of the other young mares she sighed and turned back to Grim with a sweet smile upon her white and pink muzzle. The chestnut paint flicked her ears towards her dapple white mother, Missy bore a few dapples on her belly and up part of her rump, but no where else, she looked mostly like her father. Bobbing her head contently the young mare lowered her muzzle and grazed, moving off a bit no longer right beside Grim as she nipped at the grass contently.

((I have Blue and Grim feels... :3 Why does he have to be a gelding?! ))
Blue Moon:
Blue nicked quietly to Asuna, telling her not to worry. The blue roan tensed when she felt a forehead touch her stomach, and she slowly turned her head to see Grim. She sucked in a breath, feeling her heart rate sped up. Undoubtedly the gelding would be able to feel the foal she carried, but strangely he didn't comment on it. Turning her delicate head, the mare nibble gently on his mane. "You could have one." She breathed, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth. "Perhaps there's a mare that dreams of a family with you.." She quickly looked away with ears flicked back, her equivalent of a blush. "It's fine, Grim." She murmured. "We are both at fault here." The blue roan shyly glanced at him again only to see him ambling over to her daughter. Blue sighed softly and watched with gentle round eyes, waiting for Grim to return to her.

Winter's Mystery:
Mystery shook her mane, slightly annoyed. "But he's killed full grown stallions! Haven't you heard-" She broke off and looked up to see Grim. The filly froze with her mouth open for a moment, then shut it with a snap. Out of all the stallions, Grim was her favorite, but she still remembered him threatening to kill her that very first day. However, that distant memory wasn't enough to silence her completely. With an indignant snort, she spoke again. "Well, she bit me for no reason! And no offence, Grim, but are teachers supposed to kill?"

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Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ※ 5 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ※ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Tidal ※ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant ※ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

She let out a sigh of relief, glad to see that there would be no fight between the stallions. Tidal was strong, and she believed in her stallion but she didn't want Tidal to get hurt. She looked over to Apocalypse, and moved into a steady trot when the dark mare started to move the herd. The bachelor who had come by earlier was now gone, but it would probably be best for them to move into a different area. If they stuck around, the next male who may came by might not just be looking for a drink. She moved into a canter, making sure that Sebastian stuck close as they moved to the new place. They arrived at a small valley, which had plenty of grass and a pond for them to drink from. Faith began to slow, her ears pricked as she took in her surroundings. It looked safe, she couldn't see or scent anything strange.

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Nᵒʷᶤ ✺ 6 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✺ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Tidal Redemption ✺ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Pregnant ✺ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

Tidal was not going very fast, so it wasn't hard for the pregnant mare to catch up to him. Mimicking the stallion, she reached out and gently tugged and pulled on his mane before pausing to nuzzle him. She was happy to be with him again, and she wasn't going to let anything separate her from Tidal again. When Tidal gripped the pole of her neck to stop her, the mustang mix let out an huff. What was he doing? Slowing down, she opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Tidal was looking at something, so Nowi followed the male's gaze onto a different stallion who was drinking by the water hole. "But...I-!" She said quickly when Tidal told her to go, but before she could really say anything he was no longer by her side. The mare was tense, her ears flicked back. This could go well, with Tidal driving the stallion away or it could go badly. Nowi believed in Tidal, in her mind, he was the best stallion in the world and if anything happened, she knew that he would protect her. Though she didn't really like the idea of just leaving Tidal here and going with the others, it's not like there was anything she could really do if she stayed. So the chestnut and white mare turned and began to head over to where the others were, knowing that Tidal would be able to deal with this.

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Sebastian was prancing in place beside Apocalypse, a huge grin on his face, though he stopped once he heard his father. Looking to Tidal, he saw his father approaching some stallion who had come by. Frowning, the yearling moved a bit closer to Apocalypse. He felt a bit uneasy, but Tidal was a good stallion, he'd be able to take care of this. Hearing his mother calling for him, he blinked and looked to where his mother was. He moved into a jog and made his way over to where his mother was. Once he reached her, he nipped at her mane and stayed close to her side, wondering what was going to happen.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Live Fast Die Beautiful
Aᵍᵉ :: Eight
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alert
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Tidal's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

They'd only been there for what... not even half a day? And already a threat present itself. A large draft horse, much older than Tidal. And the black mare frowned, stopping her play and watching him warily. When Tidal told them to move, the mare obeyed. She lowered her head and snaked the herd off to the side, making distance between the herd and this new stallion. But he'd only come for water, thankfully enough. The Morab sighed with relief, watching as he simply drank his fill. With that out of the way, she knew it was time to find new grazing grounds. If they'd been found that quickly and so easily, then perhaps it was time to consider moving away from the mainlands altogether. Sure it was a risk, but staying to close could also jeopardize the herd. Apocalypse had to keep them together. So she nickered to her bandmates, circling them once as if to round them up, before taking off at a canter. She knew the perfect place to go. And upon arrival, she was relieved to detect no other horse scents. It was a small bowl-shaped valley, nestled behind several low hills. Towards the bottom was a small pond, not really meant for swimming or water play, just for drinking. There were a few trees at that provided shade, though they were becoming bare, and enough dried grass to keep everyone well fed. This would have to do. It wasn't too far from the mainland, but it also wasn't too close.

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Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Box of Sin
Aᵍᵉ :: Nine
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Enjoying herself
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer

Oh that sly dog. This handsome stallion was her equal when it came to wits and flirting, and he made her skin crawl. The contact of their coats made her feel electrified. The constant threat of him simply snaking her and taking her as his own was thrilling. And the whole game of who would be the first to break made her want to go all in and ensure this stallion was hers. Hers as in, under her control and nobody elses. Ever. She wanted this stallion. She craved him, craved his touch and his adoration. Pandora wanted to make sure he would never want another mare again, simply due to the fact there were none out there quite like her. But he needed to crave her too. As she came around yet again, her body still pressed tightly to his as she circled, she was stopped. The stallion gripped her mane in his teeth and yanked it in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. It was a delicious feeling she never wanted to go away. Her deep brown eyes now met his own, captivated by him and his breath-taking words. He was good. If he wished it, she would grant it. She'd behave like a good little pet only to please him and control him. It was a sick game, where she came out the ultimate winner. By giving him what he wanted, he would only fall deeper into her trap. And once he was wrapped around her hoof, snap. He was hers, and under her control. "Lucifer." She spoke in that breathlessly sexy tone, her eyes half-lidded in a rather sultry way. His name was so fitting. The girl was literally dancing with the devil. "My name, you ask?" The mare smirked. "According to Greek mythology, the girl was given many gifts. The gifts of beauty, musical ability, speech, and of course that box." The mare knew the history of her name as well. "And as we all know, curiosity killed the cat. The girl opened the box and released sin into the world, though, I don't believe it was all that foolish since I now have you. Lucifer." She'd danced around the question only so she could breathe his name out in a moan yet again. She wanted to see him squirm. But really, she needed to get to the point. "Box of Sin is my full name, but most find it easier to call me Pandora. Remember it now, because you'll be screaming it later." And the gray Quarab winked, before nestling her slender bodice against his well-toned chest. "And if you see it fit, punish me for opening that damn box, because I don't regret it one bit."

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Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Tsunami
Aᵍᵉ :: Five
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Raid

As quickly as the fight had started, it was over. And that pathetic stallion was gone, chasing after that prissy little mare like some lovestruck yearling. "Yeah, just keep running away from your problems you low-life!" She yelled, before turning back to her step-father and presumably her new step-mother, with tears in her eyes. Nami dare not let them fall, though. She was too strong to cry. But she swore she was going to break when the flaxen chestnut beside her gave her a comforting nudge. The painted mare said nothing, but kept her head down low. Her foalhood friend and former lover was now gone. He wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid stallion. Chasing after easy mares who want nothing more than a little bit of power. But if that's what he wanted, then that's what he would be getting. The mare had taken off the second danger presented itself, showing that she was nothing more than a coward. How fitting, because Raid was one as well. Tsunami stood off to the side from Honey and Death, allowing the reunited pair their space.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Happy, nervous
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death

Just like that, Raid was gone. The mare nickered a soft farewell to the other survivor, hoping for nothing but the best for him. He'd been kind enough to watch over her in her most vulnerable time, and she hoped that the universe would repay him kindly. On the other hand, the bitter paint, Nami, seemed to want for him to suffer. Something Honey didn't understand, merely because she didn't know of their situation, and she was far too kind to wish horrible things on anyone. Unless she was mad of course, and believe me, you don't want to see Honey mad. That's a scary sight. The Arabian mare stepped over towards Nami, giving her a gentle nudge as if to tell her everything would be okay, before looking back to her black stallion. Her first love. Her one and only. She sighed heavily, and braced herself. This story would hurt her, she knew it already. It hurt to tell it, and hurt because she feared that... well, Death wouldn't think the same of her again. "I know you're upset about... this." The mare muttered, gesturing towards her round stomach. She was so heavy with foal, it was clear she'd be giving birth any day now. "After you left, everything was a mess. Macabre found it fit to torture me and Dancer, constantly snapped at us as if she were lead. That is, until Fiasco's lead put her in her place. She wasn't really the same after that." Honestly, it was so hard to retell all of the past events. Mystic Falls had done a number on it's residents' mental health. "Things were fine. Time went on and well, our baby was born." There was a smile on her lips and tears forming in her eyes. "My first baby. Our first as a couple. Oh Death, she was beautiful. She looked so much like you. Black in color with a sleek Arabian form. She was so sweet. So passionate. She had a love for running, quite like you." And she lowered her head. "I named her Shinigami. Goddess of death. In respect to your name and your great bloodlines. And I loved her to bits. But one day she was running on the outskirts of the herd, exploring. I'd only turned away for a second and before I knew it--" She gulped, tears falling. "A mountain lion. None of us heard it or even saw it. We'd only noticed when it grabbed her. I tried to save her. I tried. I ran it off but... it was too late." Honey felt her heart breaking. "I couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. I didn't want to move from that location. I couldn't. It was my fault she was gone... But we had to move once winter struck. For the next few years, I didn't talk to anyone. Not even poor Dancer, who still had her baby. A handsome colt like you. I was jealous. Jealous and upset and eventually I gave in. I wanted a baby, Death. And I would have come running to you for one, but Fiasco was always watching. I couldn't leave. So... I gave him my permission. And not long after that, the herd dispersed." She had somehow managed to keep her voice from breaking too much, and told a majority of what she needed to. Still, tears were shed as she thought back to their beautiful little girl.

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Anloric shivered, alarmed to hear coyotes yipping nearby. Glancing over to his mares, he joined them. "Yes" He agreed, casting a worried glance in the direction of the coyotes. Looking down at Halo, he wasn't too pleases to see she was exhausted. Poor thing. Halo wanted rest, but she couldn't sleep. Not yet. Hopefully the filly would be able to keep up. Impaitent to get them moving and away from the coyotes, he snorted softly and nudged them. They'd move quickly enough but Anloric wasn't going to risk staying there any longer than a second.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Dante's Inferno
Aᵍᵉ :: Six
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Shocked
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Anloric's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

It had been all fun and games. Dante was smiling, Nati was happy, and little Halo was tuckered out. She nuzzled the fluffy filly, completely content with her life. But then they came. Coyotes. Many of them. And the sorrel colored mustang was frozen in fear. "Nati, Halo needs to get to safety." She said, still in place as she watched the pack close in. "Get her somewhere safe." Dante loved the little filly too much, and her friend Nati. She couldn't bear to see either one get hurt, or worse. They were her first priority. She glanced back to them and snorted. "Go." Dante commanded, as the pack snarled. "They can't take us down if we split up."

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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.

Whether 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.

[beth.]

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wríttєn díαrч pαígєs
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 11 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : Lead mare||
||Tags : herd||

Paige lay quietly in the sun near the herd, listening for any threats but also trying to get a bit of relaxation into her body. She opened her eyes looking for pandemic before huffing and searching for the other males. Paige was now barely in heat, but her longing for another foal was still there. With pandemic constantly being away, she'd tested a few males, all to cowardly to betray Pandemic by covering her. The mare groaned gently and frowned, being lead mare, she was pandemics mare, which, no longer bothered her that much. Not to say she'd gotten over Pride, but why hold onto something when it is out of your reach? With a groan she stood up and whinnied loudly. Feeling tight and tense and moved into a trot, coming up behind one of the other mares ears pinned she tossed her head, her typical horse nature compelling her to push someone around with her to run. She pinned her ears and snaked her neck as she snaked one of the mares out for a small run. Once bored of running, she laid back and let the mare return to the herd as she turned around and swished her tail. Being part arabian, the mare trotted along, her tail up like a flag wiht each graceful step as she moved back closer to the herd. Ears still pinned she tossed her head snaking it slightly before turning away and stopping, tail still up high as she lowered her muzzle and grazed quietly.

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prídє's míssч
fíllч
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||age : bit over a year||
||Gender : mare||
||Status : content||
||Herd : Pandemic's||
||Rank : yearling||
||Tags : herd||

(keep forgetting to update her age)
The filly had grown into a pretty yearling now, she watched her brother leave, a cry left her muzzle. She was still young and didn't understand, whee was he going? would he come back. Why couldn't she go? Her mother had said that now she was one, pandemic would probaly be more protective of her. Missy could fall pregnant at this age yes, but she would have a 90% chance of dying during birth. However, once she turned two, she'd be almost fully mature in enough to breed at least, and seeing she was not pandemics's daughter, he'd be able to breed with her unless for some reason he let her leave. Her mother hadn't thought of that, Missy was a pretty paint mare now and would bare good foals when her time came. As the yearling watched her brother leave she turned to Phantom frowning, why was the once so protective mare letting the young male leave. With a sigh Missy turned around and looked to her mother, trotting up to her and gently nipping her. She frowned as her mother pushed away but sighed knowing that she was no longer a filly, her mother wasn't going to tolerate any nagging from her.
Pride's Missy stood beside her mother, her mother was aproximatly 15.2 hands or something, for the moment, Missy was already reaching 14.2 and would grow more as she got older. Her mother had said she'd be taller than herself which pleased the yearling. She wanted to be tall, she'd alawys been so short as a foal. Ears pinned the young mare walked off, her mother was not fussed about the yearling gaining distance, so long as she remained in sight, after all, Missy was young and was still her daughter. she looked to Grim and smiled Trotting up to her only male friend, well.. her only friend now that Ghost had left. "Morning Grim" Her voice soft, sweet even with a hint of kindness. The yearling gently nibbled the older males ear before looking around, bouncing a bit on her front hooves so she could get high enough to look over his back, being Missy, she wasn't going to do things the long way, she wanted a short cut, and bouncing on her front hooves was better than walking all the way to grims rump just to see. Atleast, that was what she thought. When she realised it was just some of the other young mares she sighed and turned back to Grim with a sweet smile upon her white and pink muzzle. The chestnut paint flicked her ears towards her dapple white mother, Missy bore a few dapples on her belly and up part of her rump, but no where else, she looked mostly like her father. Bobbing her head contently the young mare lowered her muzzle and grazed, moving off a bit no longer right beside Grim as she nipped at the grass contently.

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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.

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thє dєvíls fínαl gíft
вαchєlσr
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||age : 7 years||
||Gender : stallion||
||Status : Cocky/needy||
||Mares : none||
||Rank : bachelor||
||Tags : open||

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.

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α líttlє αmαrєttσ
hєrd mαrє
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||age : 4 years||
||Gender : Mare||
||Status : dominant||
||Herd : N/A||
||Rank : loner||
||Tags : hound||

The young mare pulled her head up as a large black male came over. The would be no escaping this male today, or the next. He was nor slim nor small, but tall and widely built. Rhett was neither, she was in between, she was not tall or short, not fine nor wide. She had nice conformation, and would have made a fine eventor had the people who caught her a year ago kept her. Tossing her nose briefly she snorted as the male spoke. She stamped her hoof to show she wasn't a push over and that she wasn't a fool that needed to be sweet talked, but should he try by force immediately, he should know she'd run. And despite her age, she could already see she'd be faster than the large male for she carried far less weight. She listened to his words but snorted, not taking notice to them other than the hello. and with a faint mutter of words, and yet such a sweet little voice, like honey she spoke, "Hello.." was the first and only world that fell from her muzzle, a word so elegant it spoke a million words that didn't need to be said. she had to admit, he was a handsome stallion, young perhaps, but seemed muscular, large and strong enough to protect a herd. If he wasn't too bad, she might leave out 'hard to get' and might just join him. It was the males choice of what would be his fate with her.

[Blumenkranz]

(Yeah, it is a bit unrealistic) (We already have a mare named Whisper)

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

When Ezra came by, she affectionately nuzzled her band stallion and watched as he went over to where Sun was. She knew that Sun was foaling, hopefully everything would go well. Dream let out a soft snort and looked to the rest of the herd. She would also be foaling soon, but she wasn't going to leave right now, perhaps she'll go once Sun returns with her newborn colt or filly.

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Ƥяι∂є
Bαη∂ Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ☽ 11 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ☽ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 1 ☽ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 11? ☽ Tᵃᵍˢ : Voodoo, Bae

"Yes, we are looking for another." Pride agreed, giving Bae a small nod. He wanted to expand the herd and add more members, and he thought that Voodoo would like to have other mares around. He wondered if Bae would like to come with them, she was a pretty mare, she was friendly and she and Voodoo seemed to get along. Pride liked her, and he hoped that she would decide to come with them. "Would you like to join us?" He asked, watching Bae curiously and waiting patiently for an answer.

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Иαтѕυ
Bαcнєℓσя Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✧ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✧ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ 0 ✧ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1 ✧ Tᵃᵍˢ : Squire

"Uh..." Natsu frowned a bit at what Squire said. The colt did want to be with other bachelors and he could stay with Squire, but Squire wanted to be the lead. He didn't know how he felt about that, yeah he was young and didn't really know what he was doing but being the leader of a group of bachelors sounded kinda cool..."Okay. You can be leader I guess..." He said, flicking his tail. After thinking it over a bit, Natsu decided to let Squire be the leader, the other male was more experienced and would probably lead better than Natsu could. Right now he was okay with following someone, but he will become more dominant when he's older.

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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

When Cusick suddenly charged in again, Akuma let out a huff. Did he really think it was a wise idea to come back? The stallion quickly moved away, doing his best to avoid Cusick's hooves but he wasn't able to avoid the other's males hooves completely and did feel them hit his flank. He turned, lashing out quickly with his hind hooves before moving into a fast canter and moving in Gypsy's direction. He didn't care if she was going to be with a foal now, he would bring her back.

[Claw.]

{Could i role play with cloud now?}

[mads,]

[ there is already a whisper, yet ive been added..? ]

Name: An Whisper Carried By The Wind
Nickname: Whisper
Age: 3 1/2
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter x Paint
Rank: x
Herd: Lone Mare

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Foals: x
Dam: Whispers Of The Forgotten Cave
Sire: Wind Over The Lake
Siblings: x
Coat color: Palomino x White
Tail + mane color: Creamy White
Eye color: Brown
Height: 14. 8 h
Personality: Gentle, Loving, Strong, Brave [ rest in rp ]

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