The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Echo eyed Pyro and the mare, ears pinned. She let out a snort, pawing at the ground impatiently. Her gaze flicked over to Infinity, seeing the yearling grazing a few meters away. She let out a nicker to her filly, who raise dher head and looked back at her mother, rumbling her throat in response. Echo dropped her head and tugged at the grass, beginning to think about the new foal, and what it would look like.

[Moon pool]

(Soooo sorry I haven't been on! PLZ notify me of any events that happned while I was gone!)
Wing
Wing nodded as the mare talked her legs weak from everything when they stopped she collapsed to the ground not wanting to move any more than she had

Eagle

Eagle stopped next to her filly fussing over her tired new foal she finally nudged the filly to her feet and got her to drink some water and move closer to the center o the herd before the foal could sleep

[Tigermay]

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Jokull
Age: 10 years
Status: Band stallion
With his mare
And his ally
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Jokull shuddered lightly, letting her slide out from under his neck. Staying put was indeed not ideal, but he wanted to check with his ally before wandering off. Plus, he had a little business to see if he could complete. The band stallion reached forward and nuzzled Nakiah's hindquarters, silently asking for a foal. What could he say, he was a family man at heart.
The silver stallion patiently waited for her answer, head slipping back onto her rump. He wouldn't mind a no, but would be disappointed. Jokull pictured just tucking himself, his ally, and his pregnant mare away for winter, all of them able to help each other out and enjoy the company.

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Mariah's Savior
Age: 12 years
Status: Pregnant
Lead mare
Giving birth
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Mariah cocked her head and nodded slightly. She glanced over the colt and spoke, "Indeed it could work," she granted, considering how to proceed when she stiffened. She felt her labor coming on and cringed slightly as she had to excuse herself. "Sorry, got to go." The lead mare breathed out to Ciqala as she turned away to go give birth. The silver smokey black headed off to the nearest shelter she could find. This baby was late, but now that it had decided that it was coming, it was coming fast. Or at least it felt like it. She was working on making sure she would be safe to deliver and then he could get back to the herd and see if she should move them. It might not be smart with a newborn, but still she needed to put the Akuma's first. Ah, no more time to think on that.

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Cain's Rumored Fable
Age: 4 years
Status: Band stallion(kinda)
Traveling with mare & filly
Eying up other mare,
chatting w/ herd
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Cain glanced away from Nic as the filly pranced over to him. The young stallion looked at her disdainfully, though he reminded himself that hopefully she would be his mare when she came of age. It would be difficult to balance priming her as a mare and remembering to treat her as a regular foal. "Hello," he rumbled, looking over to Angel momentarily, as if asking for help. "Did you catch my name?" He asked, her, working to remember her name as well.
He didn't exactly want to entertain this filly, rather he wanted to entertain his own fancies. Still, it seemed he wasn't getting out of this as easy. Maybe if he tired her out quickly he could get on with giving her some playmates.

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Safara
Age: 3 years
Status: Covered
Band mare
Talking with her stally
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Sara rolled her eyes as he just fired the topics out at her. "Easy there, hotshot." She warned him, starting to become a bit grumpy again. With a sigh pushed out through her nostrils, she decided. "Fine." Safara shifted her weight, cocking her other leg and shaking out her mane. Still she had to complain a bit more, "Ugh, what even is that supposed to mean?" She ranted before easing up. "Ah well, I'll just take some liberty with it, eh?" After stating this, she was tempted to shake her head again. Why was she even still talking to Samurai, again?
"Herds are all right I suppose, they serve their purpose of survival. I don't like them though, unless it's just me and a friend or two. Too many pretentious strangers." Sara finished off her brief overview with a shrug, revealing her antisocial nature, which wasn't very common for horses.
"Foals. Mmm, I never really thought about what it would be like to have any. They're... interesting. Maybe not my cup of tea, but I've always been expected to bear them when I came of age. They seem to be an unavoidable truth to be honest, and as a result I've never really given them much thought." It was weird discussing this topic with him when she was to be carrying his foal. Safara shuddered, questioning why and how she'd let her hormones get the better of her. She hadn't wanted this, though she had omitted that truth from her spoken thoughts.
"Mares next then, huh? Well, I'm not sure. Other members of my gender are generally distasteful, but I find there are some I do get on well with. You stallions seem to like them just fine though." The brindle mare let out a small laugh at that, recalling his wording of 'other stallions'. "And what, you don't want my opinion of you? 'Other stallions', heck, I haven't had a lot of experience with them but you all seem to be really attracted to this," the mare pause to gesture to her brindled coat. "I've got to tell you though, I don't think I've ever met a stallion who wasn't a shallow, fairly self-absorbed, foal-wanting, hormone-driven creature. You all should step up your game," Sara mentioned as he bumped her muzzle against Samurai's shoulder with a resentful chuckle.

[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 ]

[Claw.]

|Sun back|Sun|5|tags:herd

Sun looked at her new born colt with eyes filled with starlight and wonder, she nosed him to his feet and she herself stood up, she watched as her sons wobbly legs struggled to stand up for the first time and she carefully nuzzled him towards her stomach and eventually he began to feed. She looked back over to Ezra, "It's a boy, i think his name is going to be cloud, he looks a soft as one," She declared, she waited until her son had finished nursing before nudging him in the direction of the herd, he struggled to walk still, jolting forward and back with every new step. Soon though he would be prancing around and playing as if he could run forever, but for now, he leaned at his mothers side wobbling on his own feet.

|Cloud|few minuets|tags:herd, sun|

Cloud looked up at his mother and felt her nudge him on the rump to try and stand up, his legs were all new and strange and as tried to push up on them he wasn't sure if they could hold his weight, he quickly put one foot forward, and reached over to nurse from his mother, but felt a little helping from her as well. Once he had finished he watched his mother talk to an unusual horse, a stallion, and possible his farther. He then had to walk more. He leaned himself on his mothers flank, and tried to walk on his wobbly and tall legs, and as he looked around he could see other mares with foals that he wanted to get to know, but not right now.

|Razor Blade|Blade|11|tags:none|

Blade walked over to the watering hole and looked around, though he hated to admit it, he was scared! Winter would be coming soon and he still had no herd to look after or survive winter with, without a herd he didn't even know if he would make it through winter himself, he had thought about joining a bachelor herd, but something had always put him off from that and he couldn't remember what. The bay stallion dipped his head as he lapped up the water from the watering hole, he wondered if there still would be any mares in heat in this season but he highly doubted it, even if he had a chance he wanted to take it so he nickered out to any mares still left in heat.

|Dressed like a lady|Lady|5|tags:none|

Lady snorted as she tugged at some ferns the outlined the forest, she was preparing for winter early, since she didn't have a herd, she decided she might as well just make a place that's warm for her to stay. Her heat scent had almost fully faded and she was on stage 1 once more, though she wasn't very interested anymore. She gathered as much ferns as she could and placed them under some curved trees that would make the best shelter she cold get right now, she nudged the ferns to the back of the trunks with her nose although they didn't go exactly how she wanted them to.

|We have a long road a head|Swift|6|tags:none|

Swift trotted through the trees weaving her champagne coat through the trees her heat scent hadn't fully faded and she was on stage 2 but she wasn't very interested in stallions now that fall had come. she didn't really know where she was heading she just wanted to stretch her legs after staying in the same place for so long, barley moving. she whipped her tail sending a faint cloud of heat scent into the wind though she doubted there would be any stallions around that would be interested in her.

[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.

[Claw.]

{@faith, do you want devils final gift to find one of my lone mares, they are still in a little heat}

[Promiscuous.]

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

нerd - His own.

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While the mare knew it was time, the stallion trotted a few paces away, perhaps a foot. But he bent his neck to hear the sniveling a newborn foal. it's a colt. the newly mother announced suddenly, causing the stallion to lower his ears in disappointment. But what was there to be upset about? He was a father. And besides, even if it were a filly, he couldn't cover her anyways. The best choice was only to Chase them out when they were two. But what about Lucy? The filly wasn't his, so she would likely be a keeper. Snapping into reality, he pulled off a proud smile and lurched forward quietly, head lowered to greet the dainty foal while rubbing against his mare with affection and happiness. "He is a cutie." The band stallion complimented, brushing his muzzle along the tiny colt, taking in his scent from afar. Before nuzzling his mare proudly.

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pyro ♘ 12 Yᴇᴀʀs. ♘ ѕтallιon ♘Tᴀɢs: - Echo ; Infinity ;
нerd -

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He grinned in bemusement as his other mare grew irritated. Flicking his gaze toward her, the seal bay gave a reassuring nod, before looking back to the new mare. "So." He began, though grew puzzled as she swept to the side, as if she was anticipated. She was scared of affections? Or was it just him being socially awkward? He couldn't blame her. He took a step back and yet gave another pleasant smile. "What's a lovely mare doing here alone?" He added on. Cheesy. but hey, it was worth it, right? It was likely late autumn, so he was Appalled to see such a mare still lingering around all this time.

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oĸapι ❥ 14 Yᴇᴀʀs. ❥ мare ❥Tᴀɢs: -

нerd -

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While the stallion went to discuss business with the colt, the mare kept Alerted. Though she was utterly tedious at the time, she had thoughts suffocating her. They needed shelter, somewhere warm. But if she wasn't sure if mountains were the safest place. Of course it wasn't at all, no guarantee, but it still offered some protection right? Without the exception of avalanches and such. Sighing heavily, the deciphering mare lowered her head to tear off splinters of vegetation before looking around in alarm once more. Her time was certainly ticking, they surely needed a place to stay without the exception of bachelors and band stallions..

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8 Yᴇᴀʀs ♛ Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ
♘ Hᴇʀᴅ: - ♛Tᴀɢs: - Jokull

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Every blood vessel, every bone seemed to have frozen as her hindquarters bristled from the stallion, who was looking to have an indentured petition with her. With what though? She snaked her head back to stare at the stallion with a pleading look. She knew what he wanted. It was an other peculiar question you could have thought of. But she seemed to want what he was granting all this time. The little mare gave a wary swerve of her ears, the duo flicking back and forth in an deciphering manner. After what seemed forever, she perhaps did want to get it over with, as it was never going away. The only break was winter. Nakiah reluctantly flipped her intricate tail to the site and quietly granted his request.

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Ｓｋｉｐ Ｔｏ Ｍｙ Ｌｏｕ,

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Fᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ, ♛ Lᴏɴᴇ Mᴀʀᴇ, ♘ Hᴇʀᴅ: - ♛Tᴀɢs: -

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-On Hold.- cx

[mads,]

[ am I accepted? ]

[beth.]

{@faith, do you want devils final gift to find one of my lone mares, they are still in a little heat}

sure)