The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[dira.]

name ;; perfect imperfections
nickname ;; rio
gender ;; stallion
age ;; seven years old
breed ;; hanoverian
personality ;; stubborn, flirty and proud, that is what you would say when describing this fit stud. as his name suggests, this male is anything but perfect and is quite the odd ball. though he is a very solid stallion and would stand his ground to most threats, he grew up in a bachelor herd for most of his life and tends to be quite play boyish and geeky at the same time. he is the type to do and then think after and prefers it when things go his own way. quite often coming off as a controlling horse who hates to be told what to do because he fears that his pride would be shattered. he is not serious what so ever though and would likely play with another stallions foals then rid of them.
history ;; w.i.p.
rank ;; lone stallion
herd ;; none
height ;; a large seventeen hands high
other ;; none

☢ ＨＥＬＬ☢ ＨＯＵＮＤ ☢
ʙᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ
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age 》 ten years
gender 》 stallion
herd 》 yes
mares 》 four
status 》 healthy
tagged 》 rhett

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Hound watched with a glare as the younger mare attempted to claim dominance. With a sharp grunt the large horse circled the four year old, brown eyes watching her with a slight spark of aggression. Nipping her withers with the tips of his teeth the black stud gave her a heartily shove in the direction of his herd. The large back shape of Chaos emerging from the trees made him lift his head to have a look over of the mare. When a thin legged colt appeared woven through the lead's legs, Hound's heart melted. How could something so precious resemble such a crude creature as Devil? His sharp brown eyes were warm and wide as he took in every inch of the foal. From its short, yet fluffy pitch black coat to its sharply designed hooves, he couldn't keep his eyes off the newborn as he gawked in amazement. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't leave to go have a few words with his lead. So with a deep grunt he circled the mare once more. Studying her every move, his eyes flashed as if daring her to flee. Sure he was much more bulkier and wouldn't be as slick as the evenly proportioned mare but being he was also a thoroughbred, she wouldn't get that far. At least he hoped.

✡ ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ ✡ ＵＮＤＥＲ
ＹＯＵＲ ✡ ＢＥＤ ✡
ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ
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age 》 three years
gender 》 mare
herd 》 no
rank 》 lone mare
status 》 in heat three
tagged 》 punk & nurse

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on hold c;

☠ ＨＯＲＲＯＲ ☠ ＳＴＯＲＹ ☠
ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ
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age 》 two years
gender 》 stallion
herd 》 no
mares 》 zero
status 》 healthy
tagged 》 lost & lighning & pan's herd

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Reaper watched through the cover of the trees as the herd caught scent of the trio. His brown eyes narrowed and his handsome grey pelt rippled at the thought of one day crashing through the stallion barrier and stealing all the newly aged fillies. Turning back to the group with a low snort, he gave a nudge to Lightning as if saying hello and then turned to look at the other colt who had just spoke his name. "Well, my names Horror Story but most call me Reaper" His words were somewhat rushed. He became to anticipated to stand still any longer, he wanted to get some fillies and had been working on a plan to at least get some interested in the group before Spring, it would be much easier if the girls already had a crush. All they needed would be for the wind to change direction and then the herd would have less chance of finding them. Then, as if like clockwork, the wind shifted greatly and the scent of the mares and fillies below was strong, as was the scent of stallions. With this change, the group could creep along the edges of the forest for cover and since the wind no longer allowed the herd to smell them, it wouldn't be that hard to lure one on two fillies away from their dams. So with a spark in his eye he looked to his group and with a voice like a mischievous boy he spoke. "I do believe we should have some fun. Don't you?"

♥ ＴＨＥ ♥ ＤＥＶＩＬ'Ｓ ♥ ＤＡＴＥ ♥
ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ
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age 》 twelve years
gender 》 mare
herd 》 pride's
rank 》 lead mare
status 》 healthy
tagged 》 pride & voodoo

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Bea nodded silently to her new band stallion. With a half heartily shake of her short, slick coat she lipped at the pinto's mane lightly. Smiling widely she nudged affectionally him with her velvet nose. Turning to the mare she lifted her head and let her mouth fall into a poker face. With a sharp stomp of her hoof she made it clear to the other mare what she wanted. She was going to claim the lead position and even though she wanted to be friends with the mare, wouldn't take it lightly if she rebelled. Huffing loudly she circled the group before setting off at a slow lope down to the quickly replenishing water way. She guessed that the two would follow, as she was now in charge and practically ran the show now but you could never be sure. With a quick look back she continued till the waters edge.

[Spiritstar3]

╭.........................╮
Яιкυ
Bαη∂ Sтαℓℓιση
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✶ 5 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 1 ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ✶ Tᵃᵍˢ : Winter, Eskimo, Vienna

"Ah...yes." Riku spoke as he moved. He moved behind Winter and Eskimo and looked at the path ahead of him, but he had one of his ears facing Vienna and the other facing the other side. He was afraid that Akuma may be following them, Riku really hoped that he wasn't. "We are running from something, but I can tell you about that later." The draft nickered "I'm Riku, the mare in front of me is Winter." He introduced himself and Winter, he would have added the filly, but he did not yet know her now.

Vienna- Mare- Thoroughbred- Brown- 4 years- Riku and his mare and the filly
The pretty mare raised her head up to look at the stallion as he spoke, nodding her head at him as she tiled her head to the side a little and shook out her mane. Smiling, she hummed a bit and perked her ears forward towards the handsome stallion. Prancing a bit, the mare smiled as she now also noticed how strong and large looking the male was, and thought he would have fine foals...Shaking those thoughts from her head, she nodded as she said "Nice to meet you, Riku and Winter. Who is this lovely little filly?" she asked.

Jenna and Jess
The chestnut paint mare snorted as she perked her ears forward and began to call for stallions again. She shook her mane out as she did a little dance and prance of sorts, then looked back at her sister and wondered what the other mare was thinking. Shaking her head again, she snorted as she flicked her ears forward and back to try and catch any oncoming sounds. Meanwhile, Jess on the other hoof was flinching each time that her sister would release an almost blasted call. Shaking herself off, she tried to give Jenna an look that would tell her to stop that...But, it seemed she was destined to end up stuck with a stallion, no matter how much she did not want to be...

Leviathan, where exactly are Lucifer and Death located?}

For Matr and Levi!)
The young mare smiled and nodded as she said "Eskimo, is a lovely name..." -wb-

[Lady_Lycana]

Kiana is open for stallions)


Kiana nickered and galloped through the field. She loved feeling the wind flowing through her mane and tail. She gave a happy whinny as she bucked and kicked like a filly.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

(Who is Domino's rper?)

Samurai took in all of her actions, relishing each one of them. These were reasons why Samurai liked wild mares; They got his adrenaline running in addition to testosterone. At her whinny, he threw his head up briefly to let out a low pitched whinny, exaggerating the sound of his hooves thumping against the ground to get her moving faster. He then switched to the side of her, snapping his jaws as he eased his way into her, to force her towards the herd without actually touching her. If he got close to her, then normally the mare would balance out te distance and move away, and that is exactly what Samurai was trying.

[Lady_Lycana]

(Who is Domino's rper?)

Samurai took in all of her actions, relishing each one of them. These were reasons why Samurai liked wild mares; They got his adrenaline running in addition to testosterone. At her whinny, he threw his head up briefly to let out a low pitched whinny, exaggerating the sound of his hooves thumping against the ground to get her moving faster. He then switched to the side of her, snapping his jaws as he eased his way into her, to force her towards the herd without actually touching her. If he got close to her, then normally the mare would balance out te distance and move away, and that is exactly what Samurai was trying.

Who is this for? )

[xxshadowluvxx]

The one that got away....

Dime'a'Dozen
Mare
Twelve
Tagged; Samurai

Dime snorted rather loudly and sped up to a full gallop, tossing her mane in a spirited fashion. She took a glimpse at Samurai when he sped up to her side and gave him what seemed to be a playful wink. Dime kicked up her heals in a mini buck, moving about a foot away when he got a little close to her side. Samurai was one of the few stallions Dime ever allowed to snake her, and she was curious if he'd be the last. Dime let out strong neigh, her petit hooves thundering against the damp soil beneath her.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

(It was for Dime)

A grin appeared across his face, and his adrenaline level only increased. He kept moving after her side, forcing her in the direction he wanted. The stallion reached forward and nipped her rump. The nip was neither rough or too soft, but was stern and enforcing. Samurai arched his neck and took a fairly bold move. Using the middle of his head and his upper-muzzle, he pressed it against her rump. Using his brute body strength, he gave his head a strong thrust, and almost pushed her forward. He then lifted his head a high up as possible, bracing himself for any kicks thrown at him.

[xxshadowluvxx]

The one that got away....

Dime'a'Dozen
Mare
Twelve
Tagged; Samurai

Dime's gallop was steady, but got increasingly faster the more he encouraged her towards his herd. She pinned her ears for a second when she felt the pressure of his push against her hindquarters, then swiveled them forward again. She didn't stumble at his thrust forward thankfully, but she did kick out both legs in a second half buck to warn him. Dime blew out a gust of air through her nose and charged forward, tossing her proudly held head. She kept up her tail, though there wasn't much of a heat scent left due to the end of spring, she still tried her best to use it in order to charm him.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: A Proud Spirit
Aᵍᵉ :: Two
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Kiana

The stud was young, but he was wise. Wiser than most at his age, actually. He'd grown up in two very diverse homes, and from them, gained much knowledge and experience. For instance, with his biological father, Pride, he learned how to be kind and caring, playful yet stern; somehow managing to combine that all into one great leader with a heart of gold. And when he and his mother were snaked away into Pandemic's herd, it had been a frightening experience. There, he was under constant watch from his protective mother and lead mare, and was really only allowed to play with his half-sister, Missy. Otherwise, the young stud would have been killed by the leader of the band, or his bachelors. From there, he learned what it was to be afraid, and to have to watch your back at all times. He learned that not everyone in the world is so kind and caring, and that allies were good to have in this dog-eat-dog world. Now he was on his own, a full two years of experience under his metaphorical belt. And to say the least, Ghost was proud of himself. But god, did he wish his father could see him now. So handsome. So sturdy. As a colt he'd run around with his younger sister a lot, constantly chasing after her or being chased by her. The years of playing and exercise had given him well-toned muscles, ones which had become more prominent since he'd lost all of his baby fat. No longer was he some foolish young foal, he was a good-looking eligible bachelor. And today was the day he'd attempt to gain his first mare. The painted stallion had been trotting along rather aimlessly, hoping to eventually run into a bachelor herd or a mare... which makes his wandering not-so aimless. No matter, he'd been travelling on his own, waiting for something to catch his eye. And then she appeared. A lovely chestnut mare, so full of spirit and life, simply galloping through the field with such grace and elegance his breath caught in his throat. She's exquisite. With that, Ghost knew he had to try. He had to approach her. With his head held high, and confidence in tow, he began after her, whinnying in response to her call. "Miss?" Ghost called out, hoping to catch her attention.

{{ Hmm. I think I'll post with Lunatic shortly .3. Uhm, but Ghost is welcome to any and all mares, despite his age ^^;; }}

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

(I would love to send Infinity his way once she leaves the herd, he is so adorable! <3)

Samurai did a grateful prayer to the gods as he wasn't knocked in the face or chest for going near her rump. This gave her more admiration for such a mare. He did take her warning fairly seriously, deciding not to try that again, or things may get a little painful. He gazed ahead to see his herd coming into view. Having the same feeling if determination as if he was finishing a race, Samurai bolted at the mare, a loud rumble escaping his throat as he both spoke to the mare, and conacted his herd.