Running Free ◤Wild Horses|Always Accepting◢

[ShadowStarFang]

Snowflake snorted, flicking her nearly fully scented tail. She shook ou her mane, easily ignoring the stallion, as they didn't bother her.

Rodeo snorted and grazed.
Holly grazed and flicked her medium scented tail, not caring for the scent it wafered off. She snorted and shook her mane as she nibbled upon the grass.

[horrorterror]

(on the right)
°Mushroom°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← FraternalSuns
→Horse Name← Mushroom
→Horse Nickname← Mushroom
→Gender← Mare
→Age← 7
→Breed← Mustang

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Dun
∞Markings∞ White extended appaloosa
∞Scars∞ None
∞Hoof Color∞ Brown
∞Eye Colors∞ Blue
∞Mane Color∞ Gray
∞Tail Color∞ Gray and white
∞Size∞ 15 hands
∞Other∞ None
∞Rank∞ Lone Mare

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Mushroom was born a twin, her sister being Toadstool. Her mother died soon after their birth due to the strain they put on her. Luckily a mare had recently lost a foal and accepted them.
∴Personality∴ Mushroom is much calmer than her sister for the most part. She is laid back and little seems to get under her skin.
∴Dislikes∴ Being a subordinate
∴Likes∴ Calm, being in a herd, her sister, the protection that comes with stallions
∴Strength∴ She is fairly strong, not overly so however
∴Weakness∴ She can't tolerate being without her sister.

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ Toadstool, fraternal twin
※Other※None

Above, on the left
°Toadstool°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← FraternalSuns
→Horse Name← Toadstool
→Horse Nickname← Toad
→Gender← Mare
→Age← 7
→Breed← Mustang

∞Main Color∞ Dun
∞Markings∞ Minimal pintaloosa
∞Scars∞ None significant
∞Hoof Color∞ Brown and pinkish striped
∞Eye Colors∞ Brown
∞Mane Color∞ Brown
∞Tail Color∞ White
∞Size∞ 14.3 hands
∞Other∞ None
∞Rank∞ Lone Mare

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Toadstool was born a twin, her sister being Toadstool. Her mother died soon after their birth due to the strain they put on her. Luckily a mare had recently lost a foal and accepted them.
∴Personality∴ Toadstool is a rambunctious horse, never having grown out of her foal stage quite. She is very playful and loves to run.
∴Dislikes∴ Most stallions, being still for too long, idleness
∴Likes∴ Her sister, playing, running, being active
∴Strength∴ She is smart and fast
∴Weakness∴ She won't tolerate being away from her sister.

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ Mushroom, fraternal twin
※Other※ None

(Sorry I used a foal lineart. It's the best picture I have of them.)

[Deletingaccount]

(I did all you asked, and you've seen it cause i've edited it and done as the rules asked... so i'm just gonna post considering you keep ignoring my forms c: )
(Chao's post is for roulette... like i said i'd already had a character for her)

Ｆｏｒｇｅｔ Ｍｅ Ｎｏｔ Ｒｏｓｉｅ

Rose // Mare // twelve years old // Arabian // 15"2 hands // Heat stage 3 // no herd // tags; open

A pretty bay rabicano arabian made her way through the trees of the woods. She was listening cautiously, but not worried much, she'd not seen many 'older' males, and having only seen younger males she'd managed to get away from two, a 5 year old male and a 7 year old male. Simply because she was older, she was arabian and she was smarter. She loved herself really, she was the second fastest breed in the world under the thoroughbred, and she could run for long periods of times without tiring unlike many other breeds which meant unless she wanted to join the herd a stallion would soon need to give in, even, if he were older than herself. Her speed would outwit the male allowing her an escape route no matter what he did. Course, if a stallion wanted an arabian, they would know this and would know snaking was not an option unless the arabian was already injured from something. Arabians were not excellent in fighting off other males,but their speed and quick movements allowed them 10 times as many hits as any other male would gain which would leave most males confused to what to do next. Hence the reason her father had so many mares of many breeds and managed to fight away all stallions at the age of 7. Even the older males who came thinking 'because they were older' they'd win, his quick movements and fast speeds allowed him time to confuse the males.

She grinned, curious if there were any arabian males left other than her half brother Death. He was off somewhere propably, he was born a year before her so he might still be alive with a herd. She shrugged briefly and continued to trot through the trees until she brought herself to a small meadow. She looked around the meadow and flared her nostrils, with a gentle snort she released the air she once sucked in and shifted her nose down to her leg nipping and rubbing her nose against it to relieve an itch. She scrunched up her nose as she smelt a dead animal, she glanced back, a fox, she payed little attention to the carcass and simply trotted off towards the creek bed. The mare arrived by the water and lowered her muzzle, allowing her lips to gather up the water occasionally making a slurping sound. As the mare lifted her nose water dripped from her fine muzzle before she pricked her ears in worry, she turned to the dead animal and watched cautiously as a cougar made it's way over. Though it's interest lay with the carcass, the mare flared her nostrils and jumped the creek and flagged her tail with a small buck she elevated her body into an uphill trot, extending her legs out and taking time before lowering them, making it seem like for a time she was floating with each step. As the lion grabbed it's meal, it's beady eyes watched her, blood drizzled from the sides of it's muzzle and with a small growl the mare took off, cantering swiftly, each step like she were flying as she moved into a gallop. Full speed ahead, in time the mare slowed, her breath fast but within minutes slowed down allowing her to regain her energy. Within 5 minutes she was grazing, not a single breath out of place, she was calm, not yet even sweating, but her sides heaved slightly. In time her sides dropped and no longer moved much other than her regular breathing. She listened cautiously and grazed continuously.

Ａ Ｆａｌｌｅｎ Ｅｍｐｉｒｅ

Pompeii // Mare // ten years old // Arabian // 14"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open

The pretty chestnut mare walked contently along, each step lifting up water from the stream. A stallion was following her, she was not deep in heat and so deciding to walk in the stream would hide any trace of her, she occasionally stepped out and took several steps into the bush before stepping over a log and then dancing her way back to the stream, making it seem like she ran off that way. She would occasionally also step out and hit her lightly scented tail against a tree. The mare was young and free, she didn't want to be caught right now, especially by an ugly black quarter horse stallion. She'd met quarter horses before, they were so pretty, but this one... he was huge and ugly. She trotted along and soon came into the meadow, freedom! she galloped to a slow speed and then sped up as she came to a hill. She reached the top and looked at the hill which led to the large meadow which spread for miles. It was a long hill and you had to go down to get to the meadow. She groaned, it was steep and rocky and looked dangerous. She placed her hooves carefully. this was dangerous, but an arabian who was nearly always balanced, knew the meadow and hills and had gone down worse, she found it easier than running from a stallion. She trotted down it, not many would dare break a walk, she slipped once on a loose rock but didn't stop, instead when she was about a meter from the bottom she looked and decided simply to jump. So she jumped, on her way down she tripped into a small hole causing her shoulder to yank a few muscles, pulling several in her right shoulder. The mare cried slightly and then began a limp to the river. It came across as nothing when the mare realised she could canter. But little under 10 minutes later the mare found herself laying on her side in agony. Her muscles aching from where she'd pulled them. That's what you get for being cocky. The mare groaned and grunted but remained quiet, not wanting to be sighted just yet.

Ｄｏｎ'ｔ Ｔｒｕｓｔ ａ Ｓｏｕｌ

Soul // Mare // nine years old // Warmblood // 17"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; Karma

The large eighteen hand warmblood mare made her way along plateau with her darker bay sister, Karma. She watched the mare and snorted at her warning her. Soul was in charge, Karma was just protective and was the one who shook off the mares who wanted to travel with them because their height and weight would mean strength and safety. The red bay mare made her way through the shoulder length grass and grinned, a fifteen hand horse probably would not be able to see in this. She was cautious, snakes were coming out and she really didn't want to be bitten. It was spring (?) summer would be heading this way which meant snakes, but she'd already seen a few goanna's snakes would be around. The quicker they got out of the grass the better. The mare shook loose her mane and swished her weakly scented tail. The mare stopped and kicked slightly with both hind legs as her sister bumped into her. She squealed and then turned her nose to her hind leg allowing her hoof to come up and scratch behind her ears. As she found satisfaction in her scratch the mare led off at a trot leading her sister to the forest, no doubt they'd find a stallion before they reached the forest.

Ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ ａ Ｂ*ｔｃｈ

Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.1 hands // Heat stage 1 // no herd // tags; Soul

Karma was grinning, watching as the long grass brushed under her muzzle, tickling her chin. As her sister stopped the mare bumped into her and grunted as her sister kicked her chest. Karma bolted backwards and glared at her sister but nothing else. She groaned and patiently waited for her sister to finish her scratch before Karma trotted off beside her, slightly back from her shoulder knowing Soul liked to be the 'leader'. The mare groaned and snorted softly, her chest a little sore a hoof print dust on her chest, but nothing major. She flared her nostrils as she smelt mares scents on the grass, not hers or her sisters, clearly others had been through here.

Ｌａｄｙ Ａｒａｍｉａ

Mia // Mare // thirteen years old // anglo arabian //16.2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open

Mia grazed silently, her ears pricked forwards as she lifted her muzzle. She listened silently to her surroundings before lowering her muzzle once more and grazing silently. Her rubbery lips pulling at the grass her teeth tearing it further. She listened to the calls of stallions but the mare made no reply, she clamped her tail so her weak scent wouldn't be caught in the wind. Ears lightly pinned back she snorted gently then kept grazing.

Ｓｔａｒｅ Ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ Ｅｙｅ

Death // Stallion // twelve years old // anglo Arabian // 16 hands // NMares; // Number of coverings // tags; Roulette Dares

The chestnut male looked up hearing a mare calling out, she seemed merely a tad desperate for attention. She was young, very, which meant she'd produce him foals for years to come. The stallion turned his muzzle to his shoulder and barrel and nipped harshly pulling loose winter fur from his body causing his coat to look more ragged and untidy, not that he cared of course. Bobbing his head the stallion then pulled his head back and looked to the flaxen chestnut mare, a beautiful mare she was indeed. His interest grew but due to her not being in deep heat, he was not desperate. Instead the male watched her from the hill, like an eagle watching a rabbit, but with a much kinder look, a curious look in his eyes as he watched her. Alas the male slowly walked down the rocky hill, carefully watching the rocks around him before walking towards the tree line which circled the meadow the mare was in, he'd managed to see her over the tree line, now however he could not, but he was not worried, he could still smell that the mares scent was there. As he walked into the tree line stopping as a large log, was put in his path, being himself, Chaos refused to go around it. So with a single step back the stallion flared his nostrils and then took two steps forwards and jumping, his for legs coming up higher than he needed to lift them, landing about a meter away from the log on the opposite side into the meadow, it wasn't easy jumping such a large log from a stand still. The stallion managed a canter after the jump, but contently pulled himself back to a walk and then moved towards the mare. Coming to a sudden stop he turned his head to his back leg he lifted his hind leg scratched the top of his ear and his neck before pulling his muzzle back to the face the mare. Snorting softly he lowered his muzzle to his knee and rubbed it contently before simply taking a small mouthful of grass. He snorted softly and then picked up a walk, his ears pulled out to the sides showing no threat, instead curiosity. The mare was more beautiful than she looked when he was on the hill. Smirking contently he nickered and stretched his muzzle to her, pricking his ears in greeting before snorting and yanking his muzzle back, pinning his ears back and giving a soft squeal with a strike of his leg. With a sudden burst of energy he nudged her gently and then cantered off, bucking, snorting the stallion lowered his head and bucked again, ears pinned he snorted and then looked to her, curious if she'd follow. Coming to a halt the stallion turned his rump and faced her, ears flicking he snorted and called out rearing up striking his hooves showing off some what. As another male came into view, the stallion pinned his ears and reared up violently. He struck his legs out violently, and roared violently. He snorted softly and threatened to charge him. However Chaos didn't feel threatened, this male was to young to be a threat. He was 8, Chaos was twelve and therefore wasn't worried about losing this mare. With his ears back he snorted and stood by the mare carefully watching the stallion as he came over.

Ｈｅｌｌ ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅ Ｈｏｕｎｄ

Hound // Stallion // six years old // Warmblood // 16"2 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none

The large dark male walked along contently, his ears pinned back as he called out curious for females. He shook out his mane and nickered gently before stamping his hooves and trotting off. He gave a small kick but who said a warmblood stallion couldn't have fun? so with a small kick came a big kick, bucking as he cantered along, ears pinned back as he bucked again, glorious freedom of spring. He was still thinnish from the winter but would fatten up in weeks and by then, hopefully a reasonably sized herd. With one last final call he patiently waited for a reply.

Ｔｒｕｅ Ｃｏｌｏｕｒｓ

Grim // Stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // 15"3 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none

Grim shook his mane from his eyes, his chestnut coat shining in the sun proving his healthy status. He looked around and then back to the ground where he grazed. When he finds a mare, he was going to have it. Ears lightly pinned he whinnied loudly, calling for mares. the more the better. He listened contently, occasionaly lifting his head then grazing again.

[~.disengage.~]

°Taraxippi°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← hannahwolf
→Horse Name← Taraxippi
→Horse Nickname← None
→Gender← Stallion
→Age← 7 Years
→Breed← QH Cross

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Blue Roan
∞Markings∞ (this would be white if your horse is a painted color)
∞Scars∞ One over his back leg.
∞Hoof Color∞ Brown/Black
∞Eye Colors∞ Brown
∞Mane Color∞ Blueish Black
∞Tail Color∞ Blueish Black
∞Size∞ 17.1hh
∞Other∞ none
∞Rank∞ Bachelor

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Grew up with his brother and then parted in search of a herd.
∴Personality∴ Strong willed, Respectful, but can be nasty
∴Dislikes∴ Weaklings, young colts who think they know everything, horses who think he is weird 'cause of his name.
∴Likes∴ Feisty mares, respectful mares, strong mares, mares...., Juicy grass
∴Strength∴ Strength and stamina
∴Weakness∴ speed and large rocks

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ Alastor
※Other※ Taraxippi;; a ghost that scares horses

°Alastor°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← hannahwolf
→Horse Name← Alastor
→Horse Nickname← None
→Gender← Stallion
→Age← 7 Years
→Breed← QH Cross

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Red Roan
∞Markings∞ None
∞Scars∞ An invisible scar across his muzzle.
∞Hoof Color∞ Brown/Black
∞Eye Colors∞ Brown
∞Mane Color∞ Blackish/ Reddish
∞Tail Color∞ Blackish/ Reddish
∞Size∞ 17.2hh
∞Other∞ None
∞Rank∞ Bachelor

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Grew up with his brother then parted in search for a herd.
∴Personality∴ Strong willed, smart, handsome, not vain
∴Dislikes∴ Puny weaklings, disrespectful horses.
∴Likes∴ Mares, Mares, Mares ect. Juicy Grass
∴Strength∴ Strength, Speed
∴Weakness∴ Agility

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ Taraxippi
※Other※ Alastor;; Greek name meaning "avenging spirit." In mythology, this is the name of the daimon spirit of family blood feuds,

°Dirty Dancer°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← hannahwolf
→Horse Name← Dirty Dancer
→Horse Nickname← Tango
→Gender← Stallion
→Age← 5 Years
→Breed← Many Crosses

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Grey
∞Markings∞ None
∞Scars∞ None
∞Hoof Color∞ Grey
∞Eye Colors∞ Brown
∞Mane Color∞ White/Grey
∞Tail Color∞ White/Grey
∞Size∞ 16 hh
∞Other∞ Grey gene/heterozygous
∞Rank∞ Bachelor

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Grew up a loner
∴Personality∴ Vain, sexy, weak willed
∴Dislikes∴ colts, weaklings
∴Likes∴ Mares, juicy grass, clean water, himself
∴Strength∴ speed and agility
∴Weakness∴ he is still strong, but not as strong

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ None
※Other※ None

°Jade + Jasmine°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← hannahwolf
→Horse Name← Jade + Jasmine
→Horse Nickname← None + Jazz
→Gender← Mare + Mare
→Age← 4 + 4
→Breed← QH + QH

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Black + Chestnut
∞Markings∞ Blaze and white sock + blaze and white sock
∞Scars∞ None + None
∞Hoof Color∞ Grey
∞Eye Colors∞ Brown + Brown
∞Mane Color∞ Black + Chestnut
∞Tail Color∞ Black + Chestnut
∞Size∞ 15.1hh + 15.3hh
∞Other∞ None + None
∞Rank∞ Loner + Loner

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ They grew up together as twins, jade being the runt
∴Personality∴ Both shy and sweet
∴Dislikes∴ Feisty and vain horses
∴Likes∴ Juicy Grass and open spaces
∴Strength∴ Agility and Speed + Strength and Speed
∴Weakness∴ Strength + Agility

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ Each other ( Rare case of surviving twins)
※Other※ None

°Pearl°

→ᎢᏂᏋ ᏰᎯᎦᎥᏣᎦ←

→Username← hannahwolf
→Horse Name← Pearl
→Horse Nickname← Pearly
→Gender← Mare
→Age← 7 Years
→Breed← QH Cross

∞ᎢᏥᏋ ᎧᏌᎢᎦᎥᎴᏋ∞

∞Main Color∞ Albino ( not cremello )
∞Markings∞ None
∞Scars∞ None
∞Hoof Color∞ white
∞Eye Colors∞ white/ red
∞Mane Color∞ albino
∞Tail Color∞ albino
∞Size∞ 16 hh
∞Other∞ albino
∞Rank∞ Loner

∴ᎢᏥᏋ ᎥNᎦᎥᎴᏋ∴

∴History∴ Grew up a loner
∴Personality∴ Pretty, wild, anger management, strong willed, stubborn
∴Dislikes∴ Know it all stallions, vainess
∴Likes∴ Strong willed fiery horses
∴Strength∴ speed, agility, strength
∴Weakness∴ spiders

※ᎽᎾᏌᎡ ᎦᏋᏨᎡᏋᎢᎦ※

※Friends※ None
※Kin※ None
※Other※ None

[toothless,]

(I did all you asked, and you've seen it cause i've edited it and done as the rules asked... so i'm just gonna post considering you keep ignoring my forms c: )
(Chao's post is for roulette... like i said i'd already had a character for her)

Ｆｏｒｇｅｔ Ｍｅ Ｎｏｔ Ｒｏｓｉｅ

Rose // Mare // twelve years old // Arabian // 15"2 hands // Heat stage 3 // no herd // tags; open

A pretty bay rabicano arabian made her way through the trees of the woods. She was listening cautiously, but not worried much, she'd not seen many 'older' males, and having only seen younger males she'd managed to get away from two, a 5 year old male and a 7 year old male. Simply because she was older, she was arabian and she was smarter. She loved herself really, she was the second fastest breed in the world under the thoroughbred, and she could run for long periods of times without tiring unlike many other breeds which meant unless she wanted to join the herd a stallion would soon need to give in, even, if he were older than herself. Her speed would outwit the male allowing her an escape route no matter what he did. Course, if a stallion wanted an arabian, they would know this and would know snaking was not an option unless the arabian was already injured from something. Arabians were not excellent in fighting off other males,but their speed and quick movements allowed them 10 times as many hits as any other male would gain which would leave most males confused to what to do next. Hence the reason her father had so many mares of many breeds and managed to fight away all stallions at the age of 7. Even the older males who came thinking 'because they were older' they'd win, his quick movements and fast speeds allowed him time to confuse the males.

She grinned, curious if there were any arabian males left other than her half brother Death. He was off somewhere propably, he was born a year before her so he might still be alive with a herd. She shrugged briefly and continued to trot through the trees until she brought herself to a small meadow. She looked around the meadow and flared her nostrils, with a gentle snort she released the air she once sucked in and shifted her nose down to her leg nipping and rubbing her nose against it to relieve an itch. She scrunched up her nose as she smelt a dead animal, she glanced back, a fox, she payed little attention to the carcass and simply trotted off towards the creek bed. The mare arrived by the water and lowered her muzzle, allowing her lips to gather up the water occasionally making a slurping sound. As the mare lifted her nose water dripped from her fine muzzle before she pricked her ears in worry, she turned to the dead animal and watched cautiously as a cougar made it's way over. Though it's interest lay with the carcass, the mare flared her nostrils and jumped the creek and flagged her tail with a small buck she elevated her body into an uphill trot, extending her legs out and taking time before lowering them, making it seem like for a time she was floating with each step. As the lion grabbed it's meal, it's beady eyes watched her, blood drizzled from the sides of it's muzzle and with a small growl the mare took off, cantering swiftly, each step like she were flying as she moved into a gallop. Full speed ahead, in time the mare slowed, her breath fast but within minutes slowed down allowing her to regain her energy. Within 5 minutes she was grazing, not a single breath out of place, she was calm, not yet even sweating, but her sides heaved slightly. In time her sides dropped and no longer moved much other than her regular breathing. She listened cautiously and grazed continuously.

Ａ Ｆａｌｌｅｎ Ｅｍｐｉｒｅ

Pompeii // Mare // ten years old // Arabian // 14"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open

The pretty chestnut mare walked contently along, each step lifting up water from the stream. A stallion was following her, she was not deep in heat and so deciding to walk in the stream would hide any trace of her, she occasionally stepped out and took several steps into the bush before stepping over a log and then dancing her way back to the stream, making it seem like she ran off that way. She would occasionally also step out and hit her lightly scented tail against a tree. The mare was young and free, she didn't want to be caught right now, especially by an ugly black quarter horse stallion. She'd met quarter horses before, they were so pretty, but this one... he was huge and ugly. She trotted along and soon came into the meadow, freedom! she galloped to a slow speed and then sped up as she came to a hill. She reached the top and looked at the hill which led to the large meadow which spread for miles. It was a long hill and you had to go down to get to the meadow. She groaned, it was steep and rocky and looked dangerous. She placed her hooves carefully. this was dangerous, but an arabian who was nearly always balanced, knew the meadow and hills and had gone down worse, she found it easier than running from a stallion. She trotted down it, not many would dare break a walk, she slipped once on a loose rock but didn't stop, instead when she was about a meter from the bottom she looked and decided simply to jump. So she jumped, on her way down she tripped into a small hole causing her shoulder to yank a few muscles, pulling several in her right shoulder. The mare cried slightly and then began a limp to the river. It came across as nothing when the mare realised she could canter. But little under 10 minutes later the mare found herself laying on her side in agony. Her muscles aching from where she'd pulled them. That's what you get for being cocky. The mare groaned and grunted but remained quiet, not wanting to be sighted just yet.

Ｄｏｎ'ｔ Ｔｒｕｓｔ ａ Ｓｏｕｌ

Soul // Mare // nine years old // Warmblood // 17"2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; Karma

The large eighteen hand warmblood mare made her way along plateau with her darker bay sister, Karma. She watched the mare and snorted at her warning her. Soul was in charge, Karma was just protective and was the one who shook off the mares who wanted to travel with them because their height and weight would mean strength and safety. The red bay mare made her way through the shoulder length grass and grinned, a fifteen hand horse probably would not be able to see in this. She was cautious, snakes were coming out and she really didn't want to be bitten. It was spring (?) summer would be heading this way which meant snakes, but she'd already seen a few goanna's snakes would be around. The quicker they got out of the grass the better. The mare shook loose her mane and swished her weakly scented tail. The mare stopped and kicked slightly with both hind legs as her sister bumped into her. She squealed and then turned her nose to her hind leg allowing her hoof to come up and scratch behind her ears. As she found satisfaction in her scratch the mare led off at a trot leading her sister to the forest, no doubt they'd find a stallion before they reached the forest.

Ｋａｒｍａ'ｓ ａ Ｂ*ｔｃｈ

Karma // Mare // eight years old // Warmblood //17.1 hands // Heat stage 1 // no herd // tags; Soul

Karma was grinning, watching as the long grass brushed under her muzzle, tickling her chin. As her sister stopped the mare bumped into her and grunted as her sister kicked her chest. Karma bolted backwards and glared at her sister but nothing else. She groaned and patiently waited for her sister to finish her scratch before Karma trotted off beside her, slightly back from her shoulder knowing Soul liked to be the 'leader'. The mare groaned and snorted softly, her chest a little sore a hoof print dust on her chest, but nothing major. She flared her nostrils as she smelt mares scents on the grass, not hers or her sisters, clearly others had been through here.

Ｌａｄｙ Ａｒａｍｉａ

Mia // Mare // thirteen years old // anglo arabian //16.2 hands // Heat stage 2 // no herd // tags; open

Mia grazed silently, her ears pricked forwards as she lifted her muzzle. She listened silently to her surroundings before lowering her muzzle once more and grazing silently. Her rubbery lips pulling at the grass her teeth tearing it further. She listened to the calls of stallions but the mare made no reply, she clamped her tail so her weak scent wouldn't be caught in the wind. Ears lightly pinned back she snorted gently then kept grazing.

Ｓｔａｒｅ Ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ Ｅｙｅ

Death // Stallion // twelve years old // anglo Arabian // 16 hands // NMares; // Number of coverings // tags; Roulette Dares

The chestnut male looked up hearing a mare calling out, she seemed merely a tad desperate for attention. She was young, very, which meant she'd produce him foals for years to come. The stallion turned his muzzle to his shoulder and barrel and nipped harshly pulling loose winter fur from his body causing his coat to look more ragged and untidy, not that he cared of course. Bobbing his head the stallion then pulled his head back and looked to the flaxen chestnut mare, a beautiful mare she was indeed. His interest grew but due to her not being in deep heat, he was not desperate. Instead the male watched her from the hill, like an eagle watching a rabbit, but with a much kinder look, a curious look in his eyes as he watched her. Alas the male slowly walked down the rocky hill, carefully watching the rocks around him before walking towards the tree line which circled the meadow the mare was in, he'd managed to see her over the tree line, now however he could not, but he was not worried, he could still smell that the mares scent was there. As he walked into the tree line stopping as a large log, was put in his path, being himself, Chaos refused to go around it. So with a single step back the stallion flared his nostrils and then took two steps forwards and jumping, his for legs coming up higher than he needed to lift them, landing about a meter away from the log on the opposite side into the meadow, it wasn't easy jumping such a large log from a stand still. The stallion managed a canter after the jump, but contently pulled himself back to a walk and then moved towards the mare. Coming to a sudden stop he turned his head to his back leg he lifted his hind leg scratched the top of his ear and his neck before pulling his muzzle back to the face the mare. Snorting softly he lowered his muzzle to his knee and rubbed it contently before simply taking a small mouthful of grass. He snorted softly and then picked up a walk, his ears pulled out to the sides showing no threat, instead curiosity. The mare was more beautiful than she looked when he was on the hill. Smirking contently he nickered and stretched his muzzle to her, pricking his ears in greeting before snorting and yanking his muzzle back, pinning his ears back and giving a soft squeal with a strike of his leg. With a sudden burst of energy he nudged her gently and then cantered off, bucking, snorting the stallion lowered his head and bucked again, ears pinned he snorted and then looked to her, curious if she'd follow. Coming to a halt the stallion turned his rump and faced her, ears flicking he snorted and called out rearing up striking his hooves showing off some what. As another male came into view, the stallion pinned his ears and reared up violently. He struck his legs out violently, and roared violently. He snorted softly and threatened to charge him. However Chaos didn't feel threatened, this male was to young to be a threat. He was 8, Chaos was twelve and therefore wasn't worried about losing this mare. With his ears back he snorted and stood by the mare carefully watching the stallion as he came over.

Ｈｅｌｌ ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅ Ｈｏｕｎｄ

Hound // Stallion // six years old // Warmblood // 16"2 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none

The large dark male walked along contently, his ears pinned back as he called out curious for females. He shook out his mane and nickered gently before stamping his hooves and trotting off. He gave a small kick but who said a warmblood stallion couldn't have fun? so with a small kick came a big kick, bucking as he cantered along, ears pinned back as he bucked again, glorious freedom of spring. He was still thinnish from the winter but would fatten up in weeks and by then, hopefully a reasonably sized herd. With one last final call he patiently waited for a reply.

Ｔｒｕｅ Ｃｏｌｏｕｒｓ

Grim // Stallion // thirteen years old // mustang // 15"3 hands // Mares; // Number of coverings // tags; none

Grim shook his mane from his eyes, his chestnut coat shining in the sun proving his healthy status. He looked around and then back to the ground where he grazed. When he finds a mare, he was going to have it. Ears lightly pinned he whinnied loudly, calling for mares. the more the better. He listened contently, occasionaly lifting his head then grazing again.

---angelғιre---
---4 yearѕ old---
---lone мare---
---ѕтage 3---

Angel lifted her head at a loud whinny somewhere off to the west of her. She trotted towards that area and stopped just shy. Her brown eyes easily picked out the chestnut stallion grazing. A flirtatious nicker escaped her at the sight of an older stallion and she flicked her tail, letting her heat scent drift out towards him.

[Deletingaccount]

who's that too?)

[chemical.]

→ [Ⓥєgαѕ] Ｌⓘgнтѕ ←

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call// vegas
age// fifteen
mood// interested
rank// band stallion
mares// spirit
tagged// spirit

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vegas dropped his scarred muzzle as the mare approached, nosing the top of her head lightly before starting to groom her shoulder, content for the moment, but knowing the dark stallions' nature it wouldn't take long for his greed to return and he would be out looking for another mare to add to the new harem. vegas huffed softly as she pulled at his mane, bumping the bridge of his muzzle against her neck before lifting his head, rich brown gaze watching as the pretty mare moved away on agile legs. oval ears twitched this way that as gray hooves trotted after the mare, giving her a light, almost playful nip as he caught up, working his front hooves against the soft earth in anticipation, curious as to what she was doing. at his age, vegas was very used to picking up and following his mares whenever the lead decided to move him, and since spirit was his lone treasure for the moment, he was falling back into the old routine of simply quietly following her.

→ Ⓢαηкαкυ Ⓐтαмα ←

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call// valtiel
age// eight
mood// calm
rank// bachelor
mares// none
tagged// none

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the world around him was quiet, calm, ever peaceful as the lead ebony stud stretched his neck to the ground, rubbery lips plucking lazily at the stalks of green grass that had reclaimed the world come spring. two long oval ears twitched atop valtiels' head as the world came to life around him- the sound of birds singing in the trees dotted around, the raspy brays of stallions and the sweet calls of mares. valtiel had not tried finding more mares to start a herd since that older bachelor so brutally ripped his last one from him- but still the dark stallion lifted his velvety muzzle and let a low, raspy nicker leave from parted lips. perhaps he would try this spring. there was nothing else for him to do anyway, lest he spend weeks idly picking at grass, alone in the sun. and valtiel so hated being alone. even the company of another stallion would do him good right about now. so long as he didn't have to be all alone.

→ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ Ｊａｃｋ ←

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call// jack
age// four
mood// confident
rank// bachelor
mares// none
tagged// none

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four sharp pink hooves left gouges in the soft green earth as a cocky young stallion threw his long, elegant legs forward in a proud strut, cherry bay head held high and long, delicate oval ears full of interest as horses called out around him. a loud, confident nicker left his strong chest, slipping out from between soft rubbery lips as the colt searched for a new object to lay affection on. jack was not entirely looking to start a herd; he was still young, and full aware that having mares would draw the attention and therefore the wrath of older stallions to him, but this did not mean the young stud could not continue playing his little game, he just had to find a willing subject. early in spring, this was not the easiest task, but if he didn't try, he would grow terribly bored. better to keep himself entertained.

→ Ⓕяαgιℓє Ｄяⓔⓐмѕ ←

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call// dream
age// fourteen
mood// uncertain
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// cocoa, royal

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dream huffed lightly as the stallion drew ever closer, drawing her ears together and tossing her head up, a low nicker escaping her dark bay maw as she danced to the side slightly on long, scarred legs. the appaloosa mare huffed lightly, scented tail flicking against her velvet haunches in a constant pattern, pale brown eyes ever leaving cocoa and his mare, though she did not retreat from the area as a younger dream would have. the stocky mare was too ornery and getting too old to simply turn and run as she used to. no, she liked this area and the long grass and the quiet and she intended to stay, whether or not this young stallion hung around or not.

→ Ⓢρєαкιηg ᴡɪᴛʜ Ⓢιℓєηcє ←

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call// satsuki, suki
age// nine
mood// calm
status// stage three
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// firefly, snowflake

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two bay ears twitched as the call of a stallion was heard, and satsuki swung her head around to find him nearby; a roan stud with a young mare tucked close to his side. a second quiet nicker dripped from her maw as suki danced forward on dark, agile legs, reaching out her curved muzzle to greet the stallion as she drew closer. her black scented tail swayed innocently from side to side behind her as she nipped at his muzzle lightly, brown eyes swimming with curiosity. it had been merely a month since she left that too-young stallion, but still, this was too long for the social mare, and any stallion would do for her. since firefly was the one to find her, he was the one she would follow.

→ Ｍｉｓｓ [ ♉ ] Ⓙαcкѕση ←

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call// jackson, jacks
age// seven
mood// demanding
status// stage three
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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a very demanding, loud nicker was thrown from the stocky palomino mares' maw as her nostrils flared, taking in the unmistakable scent of stallions in the area, and she had gone far to long with out the attention of a handsome stud. her silky cream-tinted tail flicked violent against her velvety haunches, spreading the knowledge that she was in was in the later stages of her heat cycle to the world. two pale blue eyes scanned the bright, life-filled world that she had found herself in as of late, far from the land in which she had been born, and even farther from where she had been separated from her last stallion, the young stallion whom appreciated her as she expected to be appreciated from every equine she came across. jackson had been born and raised a spoiled princess, and expected to be treated as no less now.

→ Ｂｌｏｏｄｙ [ ♥ ] Ｍａｒｙ ←

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call// mary, fable
age// five
mood// bored
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// --

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thinking back, mary couldn't remember ever not being in a herd- once she left her fathers' she was in several different stallions' bands, but never had she been alone. it was always right from one to the next via getting snaked or her stallion losing a battle- this was a new feeling if freedom that she was not used to, and while she loved the ability to traveled where she wanted to instead of following the lead of a stallion and his lead mare, the quiet was getting tedious. perhaps another mare would offer company should she be able to stumble across one, or perhaps another stallion would find the young dun mare before that. not that she would really resist should the attention of a stallion be directed to her; though she had spent so many weeks now traveling by herself, not having obey the order of a lead, it was not entirely something she wanted to give up. a little huff of air escaped flared nostrils- a sigh, leaving her dark maw as young mary struggled with the choices laid before her.

→ [ ღ Ⓡσυℓєттє ღ ] Ｄⓐяⓔѕ ←

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call// rou
age// four
mood// curious, uncertain
status// stage two
rank// lone mare
stallion// --
tagged// cowboy, chaos

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roulette's expression was expectant when she heard the raspy call of a stallion from somewhere nearby, and it didn't take long for him to materialize behind her. the young mare stretched out her muzzle in curiosity, deep brown eyes studying chaos as he danced about, striking out with sharp hooves and letting out various grunts and squeals- a display roulette had seen other stallions perform as they showed off to mares, and one that always drew her attention. not that it was hard to get her attention- roulette tended to prance after whatever stallion passed by, not taking into account any variables such as experience or how strong he looked. the mare inched forward at an easy pace as he moved off, ultimately accepting of the new arrival, though he seemed to notice something she did not; another stallion in the area. roulette pinned her ears, halting in her tracks and turning her gaze to cowboy uncertainly- rou hated watching fights, especially between stallions as they were more violent than spats for dominance between mares.

[toothless,]

Oops. Sorry that was for Grim.)

[TheFabulousHorse]

DAKOTA'S WILDFIRE ~ Bay Tobiano, 5, Mare, Alone

ROYALTY ~ Bay Varnish Roan, 6, Mare, Cocoa

ROSE GARDEN ~ Chestnut Manchado, 4, Mare, Cobalt

DESTINY'S DESIRE ~ Dunalino, 3, Mare, Indian-Gypsy

VELVET SWEETHEART ~ Flaxen Liver Chestnut Splash, 6, Mare, Alone

BATTLE CRY ~ Bay Tobiano, 5, Mare, Alone

LIGHTNING BUG ~ Blue Roan, 7, Stallion, Snowflake-Satsuki

Firefly stretched his muzzle out, not minding if she nipped. His eyes were kind, unlike many colts and stallions he had met in bachelor bands. He lipped at her muzzle softly, then let out a soft friendly nicker.

COWBOY HEART ~ Dun, 8, Stallion, Holly-Rodeo-Roulette

Cowboy flattened his ears. He had seen her first, but it didn't really matter. It was whoever had gotten there first, and he had been closer at first though this older stallion who seemed to be going into his older days of being a wild horse got to her first. Cowboy turned to his 2 mares and nudged them back the way they were going. He turned his head looking back at the 12 year old stallion and snorted. He was going to live much longer if he stayed in the wild, only a few years tops.

(Wild horses start going downhill when they are 13 years old.)
(Also, she didn't ignore your forum, it was you who did not follow the rules the first time. I will look back and see if she accepted you, but if not then I don't think you will be a part of this roleplay. That's up to Fangy though, not really me.)

[ShadowStarFang]

(Sandy, I wasn't. I will not further this disagreement. If you don't believe me, you may read through all the posts I had paranthesiss in, and the PM I sent ya. Lets all just get along.)
(No worries, Fab.)
(@Suns
That is okay! I was a bit confussed at first. Accepted.)
(Yeah, Rodeo is 15, holly is 12 or 13, I think. Indian is doing fine at 13 on here. XD)
(@Hannahwolf
Hey girl! Forgot a simple Codeword from the rules! Thanks!)

Cocoa looked at her prance around. He snorted and pawed at the ground a little bit, then looked back up at her. He snorted softly, looking at Dream. Hopefully he could get her. That was his goal at least. He flicked an ear back at Royal.

Snowflake grazed silently, flicking her tail happily. She snorted and didn't mind her heat scent at the moment. She flicked an ear, lookig around carelessly a little. She was a laid back mare.

Rodeo pinned her ears, warning Holly once again. She snorted and trotted along, leaving Cowboy and Holly there to catch up. She was glad to be going once again.

Holly galloped after Rodeo, not wanting to be left behind at all.

(Hey Fab, think ya can help me get roleplayers with a horse's name and age put together? Got to add Sandy, and Sun's new horses to the front.)