The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[beth.]

Paige groaned, having enough of these fillies. "Venus go back to your mother" she grunted giving the young one a gentle nip. "Asuna keep your filly with you please" she spoke gently, she could see the young mare disaproved. Mystery would mature, but paige wasn't going to keep a filly like this in her herd if all she would do is gon on about how paige pan and missy were royals..

[fg05281]

Snow smiled."why is safara trying to escape?"she asked the mare. She flicked her ears Towards the running mare. Her scented tail flicked Gently as she talked.

Game nodded. She trotted around the colt. She gave a big smile.

[cheshire.]

[ guys i'm going to ask that you stop posting for paige and that drama for a moment. i don't think that what paige is doing is in the right nature of a horse and i also plan to have grim interfere so i ask that you guys hold back until i am able to post. i have exams and i'm extremely busy but i will try to at least post for grim, luci and death since those seem to be the three in highest demand. ]

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Box of Sin
Aᵍᵉ :: Nine
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Delighted
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Lucifer's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer, Jenna, Jess, Death, etc

In all honesty, Pandora was fine with this arrangement, no matter how taboo it seemed. She didn't crave actual love, nor did she care for it. Her emotions had been corrupted long ago, thus leaving her as this sexual deviant who found satisfaction in teasing stallions. And while that would normally upset the average stallion, her prince of darkness Lucifer, was far from average. He was like her, good-looking and flirtatious. Cunning, too. He played her game of wits well, matched her word-for-word, and that was how he'd won her over. Not to mention that he was on the same boat as her, wanting nothing more than release. No strings attached, yet, there was one. The string which held them together, a tight bind which would cause them both dicomfort if one rebelled against it. More like a chain, really, which shackled them together, though they weren't a couple at all. They were bound by this, and nothing else. Either party could do as they pleased, so long as they remembered who they were stuck to no matter what. And that was all Pandora could ask for, it was all she'd ever wanted. Someone to fill her every desire and pretty much worship her like the goddess she was named after. Thankfully, Lucifer was willing to fulfill her every need, and vice versa. It was a give and take relationship without any love or meaningul affection. It was all for selfish benefits and nothing more. As if reading her thoughts, Lucifer repeated them exactly, as if to verbally confirm their agreement. With a smirk and a slap of her tail to his side, she agreed without needing to say anything at all. At the sound of a call, her devilish stallion went to action to discover the source of it, and without a word, she followed. When they came across two lone paints and a small herd, Pandora couldn't help but eye the black stallion leading it. He was fine; tall with a sleek build. Mysterious, too, with the way his forelock fell over his eyes. The mouse-gray Arabian smirked, glancing him up and down. "My my my." She murmured to herself, interest now focused on the ebony stud. And for a brief moment, she saw his eyes lingering on her own body, to which she gave a flick of her scented tail. Other than that, she didn't move towards him, nor make any effort to grab his attention. For now, she'd admire from afar.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel & Vengeance Douce-Amere
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten & Newborn
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Aching; Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: --

Behind her, Honey heard her family. Death and Nami. They were moving as well. I'll be back soon... She hated the idea of leaving Death. She didn't want to lose him again. If she could, she would've given birth right there with her loved ones. But knowing this was Fiasco's foal, she was worried as to how her dark-colored lover would react. So she found herself a quiet clearing, where she laid down and birthed her second foal.
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Who knows how long it had taken, or if it had even taken very long at all. The worst of it was over. All of the labor and the pain, it was gone. Well, mostly. She still ached, but that was to be expected after birthing such a large foal. Yes, her baby was quite healthy. Well-built, sturdy. He was light brown in color, with white splash markings much like his sire. He was handsome, and currently whimpering for his mother's touch. In the time she'd been there, it had cooled down significantly, and the wet newborn was definitely not enjoying it. "Easy, babe." The flaxen chestnut murmured, slowly pushing herself to her feet before moving over to him. Even though he was large for a foal, he was still so tiny compared to her, so fragile-looking. Honey feared breaking him. But she began cleaning him, licking his wet fur with vigor in hopes to get him warm. Within minutes, he was pretty much cleaned of any birthing residue, and Honey was cleaningp up the afterbirth. Her colt was desperate to get to his feet, obviously hungry for milk. She stood beside him so he could use her sturdy body for support, but she made no effort to help him. The colt needed to learn how to stand on his own. And once he was up on those spindly legs, the mare guided him to his first meal, and allowed him to nurse. "You look so much like your father..." She mused as she exmained her colt. He wasn't an exact replica, no, but he did look very similar. "And to honor both his namesake and my own, I'll call you... Bittersweet Revenge. Vengeane Douce-Amere." She spoke with a perfect French accent, each word coming out flawlessly. "But that's much too long of a name for such a little boy." The mare giggled, nibbling his fur as he wiggled his butt with seeming sassiness. "So I'll call you Ven. My little Ven." Yes, she knew her colt wouldn't really understand her, but... she had felt so empty since the loss of her first baby. "We should be getting back to your... step-dad." The last thing she wanted to call Death was 'uncle'. This foal may have been his brother's, but dammit if he wasn't going to step in as a father figure. So she nudged her small colt who'd been tugging at her tail, before leading the way back to her family.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Tsunami
Aᵍᵉ :: Five
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Wary
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer, Jenna, Jess, Pandora

It was so unlike Death to be so quiet and stern. Well maybe stern wasn't the right word, but usually when Nami challenged him to a little competition, he wouldn't hesitate to bolt forward and get a head start on her. Now he stayed beside her, quiet and focused. She figured he was probably worried about Honey, which she could understand. The two were lovers who'd been separated for ages, and suddenly reunited out of the blue. A classic boy meets girl love story, with a sudden tragedy of losing one another, and then a happy ending with the two reuniting. Nami scoffed at the idea. It was so cheesy. But Nami wasn't exactly big on emotions. Very rarely did she let anyone in. Most of the time she kept a poker-face and seemed like she didn't care at all. After her messed up childhood, she found it hard to show anyone how she truly felt. She had to pretty much take care of herself since her mother couldn't. And by the time Death had taken over as her guardian, she was already desensitized to the feelings everyone seemed to understand well. Love? She didn't experience enough in her foal years, thus it was unknown and worthless to her. Happy? Something she vaguely understood; she often correlated this feeling with being around Death or running. Hurt? She knew hurt very well. Pain and whatnot was something she understood inside and out, but she'd learned to ignore it like she ignored every other thing she occasionally 'felt'. She'd matured at a very young age, and it was rare to see this girl acting so playful. But she only ever acted this way around Death, probably because he was the only one to show her any affection whatsoever when she was young. Even her former mate, Raid, didn't show her any love or affection. He'd grown up much like her, and thus rarely showed any feelings. Actually, he usually just got mad and would spit out a few insults, then continue on his way. That was how he coped with everything, and Nami didn't blame him. It was then Death spoke up, asking how she... felt. The painted mare chuckled, shaking her head. She didn't know many feelings, and whatever she was experiencing, she didn't kknow how to put into words. So instead of explaining herself, she simply said," Fine. If Raid gets bored of that pompous brat he picked up, he'll come back." It wasn't really an answer, but she couldn't find anything else to say. "It doesn't matter. I mean, being around you is a nice change." And she leaned against him when they stopped, her glance falling onto another small band, and two lone mares. The stallion looked very familiar, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it. Mind you, she'd tried hard to forget everything that happened back in Mystic Falls, and didn't want to recall any memories from there.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Dante's Inferno
Aᵍᵉ :: Six
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Determined
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Anloric's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Halo, Anloric

Dante was so close to tears right now, she swore she felt her heart breaking into two. Never once had she seen the usually spunky filly looking so defeated and lifeless. Never once had she seen this filly ready to give up on life or anything for that matter. And if Anloric hadn't come rushing in to aid her, she probably would have fallen to her knees and demanded the coyotes take her, too. Because she couldn't bear to watch this filly, this little girl she'd come to know and love, go. She'd already seen her best friend die, and was trying hard to drown out the sound of coyotes descending on her body and tearing her apart... she couldn't watch Halo accept the same fate. Now with Anloric's words of encouragement, Dante felt a little stronger. A little better. "Halo, please baby we can get you out of here. I won't let them hurt you anymore, please, just get up..." Her voice was breaking, and Dante simply pressed her muzzle to the fillies underbelly, trying to help her stand. But it seemed at that very moment the fluffy foal noticed her mother, dead and mangled not far from where they were, as she began to sob. And god, those cries hit Dante hard. Hearing the filly wail out in pain was the most heart-wrenching thing she'd heard next to her best friend's dying words. But she wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to let her emotions get the best of her. Not now, not when Halo needed her. The sorrel mare slipped her neck under the foal's belly, and pried her upward, hoping to get her on all fours. "Please, Halo." She begged. "Mommy and daddy love you very much... You're so important to us please... don't give up." Never once did she refer to herself as 'mommy', but Halo had always referred to her as her other mom... and right now, Dante was willing to do anything and everything to convince the girl to muster up whatever strength she could and get moving.

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

The black mare rolled her eyes as Tidal bounced around, acting goofy as always, challenging her and the other herd-members. But he was quick to turn his attention to the lone mare that had been passing by, and Apocalypse had resumed her duties. She patrolled the area, scoping out any potential threats or dangers. And thankfully, there were none as far as she could see. She'd chosen a decent area for the herd to reside in, and for that, she was proud. I just hope I'll be a good of a mother as I am a leader. And no, she wasn't trying to be vain, or boasting in any way. She thought herself as a decent lead, considering she'd been able to keep the herd well-fed and watered even with the drought. Apocalypse just hoped that she'd make a good-enough mother. God, she hoped she would. The black mare had finished her patrol, and was now settling down beside Nowi, gently grooming the mare as her thoughts began to wander. This would be her first baby, and she was terrified. Yes she was excited, I mean, Apocalypse loves foals. She loves them more than anything else in the world, and the thought of having one of her very own made her heart skip a beat. But she was afraid to mess up. What if I take my eyes off of it for one second and... or what if she gets sick... oh god what if it's a she? What if she gets snaked at a young age? What if it's a boy? Oh no what if he turns out like Tidal? Oh gosh how would Tidal react to having another son? I mean Sebastian turned out fine but-- what if Sebastian wants to play? What if Sebastian gets upset because I'm not spending as much time with him? Oh no I do love Sebastian dearly he's such a sweetheart-- Okay, she was overthinking the whole parenting thing a smidge. But she was really just nervous because it was her first baby and well, it was Tidal's baby. And that meant something. She'd always told herself she wanted a foal with someone she loved and... she loved Tidal. Though she'd never say it aloud, she honestly truly loved him with everything in her heart. He was so goofy. So kind. Even when she had first met him he'd only treated her with upmost respect and kindness. Now here she was, pregnant with his foal, purely content with her life. One day, Apocalypse hoped to repay him for everything he'd done. For showing her kindness, for accepting her how she was and letting her stay... never forcing her into anything she wasn't alright with, and of course, giving her this baby. This precious bundle that would be born come spring-time. She glanced over to where her stallion was trying his best to pick up a new mare, and she sighed. He's the one. My Tidal. My love. And she presumed her patrolling of the herd.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Ten
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Amused
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Cerberus, Jokull

Behind him, he heard Jokull and his mare approaching, but right now, all of his attention was focused on the pretty mare before him. She was smaller than him, which was to be expected considering his breed and all. Spotted in color, something uncommon in these parts, and overall lovely. Gator immeditately liked her, mostly because she didn't run off or seem all that afraid of him. Usually he intimidated mares, and came off as this big scary brute when reality was... he was a teddy bear. A huge teddy bear who really just wanted to love and protect a few special ladies. When she finally spoke after staring at him for a good moment, he couldn't help but chuckle. "That's what happens when your parents are Clydesdales. You come out a little big bigger than the average horse." And he smiled, a genuine smile, something he hadn't done since he'd had his beloved mares stolen from him. As she rambled, he couldn't help but think of how peculiar she was. Not at all in a bad way, in fact, it was really very good. She was different. Unique. And that only piqued his interest in her, and made him like her a little bit more. He'd met many types of mares in his lifetime, but never one that rambled on and on. Usually he was the one rambling like a nervous boy flirting with a pretty girl, but this time it was the other way around, and he found it cute. "As long as you're alive and nothing's broken, I'm pretty sure we can say you're alright." And the mahogany bay winked at her, before clamming up at her comment. Soulful eyes? Never once had he heard that one. Big, yes, actually. That had been the first thing she'd said he was. Brute-ish? He'd heard that one a few times, specifically from his former mare, Doe. Handsome? Pshh, he heard that from every lady ever. Not really, mostly from Allayo, but he liked to think that everyone said it. But to sum it up, no, he'd never been told he had soulful eyes. "Oh. Thank-you." He wanted to return the compliment, but she seemed momentarily distracted by his ally. And Gator was about to give Jokull the 'go for it' sign when Cerberus looked back to him and winked. How odd. He liked it. "You're quite pretty." He found himself saying the words without really thinking about it, and he immediately let out a nervous laugh, before introducing himself... like he should've done before making a fool of himself like that. "I'm Gladiator, but I prefer Gator. Much easier to remember. This is my ally and friend, Jokull. The lady with him is... his lady." Gator didn't know Nakiah's name, and felt bad for it. Not that she'd taken the time to introduce herself, though. So...

{{ NOTE;; Sorry guys, responses will need to be broken into two posts. These came out a lot longer than I expected, so I'll put the rest in a separate post ^^ I'm sorry for any inconveniences, they'll be up tomorrow, though. I promise. }}

[dira.]

(..? Firstly, Rhett is trying to get away, it said nothing of she actually got away... secondly, links is not power play considering it said that link when down to the herd.. Link came in a different direction to where Hound was which meant that Link hadn't passed hound, he just went--- never mind i'm not having this arguement again... if you read it properly.. it's not powerplaying... )

[you know what, you are right, let me rewrite that. link not only acted as if hound was not there, he went after one of hound's mares when i was not on and that is against the rules. all levi had pan do was challenge hound, you had your stallion walk into the herd and already try to steal a mare. you powerplayed. you also said in your post that by the time link would reach chaos, hound would have no chance of getting to his herd in time. and on top of that, not only have you powerplayed with me but also with having page kick two fillies out for talking bad about your horse? this does not make sense! and you frequently make you horses seem like the best at everything they do. sorry if this came out rude. ]

[Spiritstar3]

Grapejuice, where's Ghost?
Sorry for the spam)

[EscapeFromReality]

Sea's Child
Gender: mare Age: 6 Herd: none Feeling: tentative and lonely Tagged: Night and Cleopatra

Wish lifts her head from grazing and looks forward, her ears pointed in the direction of the sound of hooves. The mare starts to turn away but then pauses when she hears the sound of laughter. She's hesitant to move forward and towards the mystery horses, but she doesn't want to return to the beach alone. Despite the noise of nature it feels so silent there and every wave seems to taunt Wish, pushing her towards the shore. The mare decisively turns and takes a few steps forward but just as suddenly the will to meet others is gone. What if they don't meet her expectations? That disappointment is almost a guarantee. As Wish hesitates her thoughts turn towards survival. The wind of the ocean is cold and harsh, the sand is already crisp with the start of frost. It's noticeably warmer inland. It's not the same though. Can she give up the calming saltiness of the air for warmth? Can she give up the relaxation of the shore for the chance to make friends? Can she give up her freedom for herd life? The choice is made for Wish when the horses breach the hillock and keep running towards her, surely she must be seen already.

{Is anyone open for Fiera? And if you want to see an image so you know what descriptive words to use my form is on 323}

Fire's Daughter
Gender: mare Age: 6 Herd: none Feeling: excited Tagged: Lucifer, Death, and mares

Fiera had been cantering through the grasses, kicking up with her heels and flipping her mane. She hears some whinnies and she stops her frolicking with a glance down, doubting she'll really care. The sun glints of her Ruby coat as her dark eyes widen; it looked like there would be a fight, and fights are worth caring about. Fiera prances closer, her legs lifting high with enthusiasm. Some drama! Some excitement! Maybe someday this could become a story like her mother's. Fiera sets her hopes high on this combat because she wants to see some actions; she wants some adrenaline to course through her veins, give life a little spunk. The daredevil slows as she gets closer so that she can remain an observer instead of a participant. Her scarlet coat has other plans though, it's bright gem-like glow gives her away against the grass.

She sees two mares whinny back and forth to the grey stallion and her feet dance back and forth impatiently as she waits for something worth seeing. Fiera turns her head to watch the other stallion, but the black beauty is still just grazing. Her eyes narrow some before turning back to look at the other pair. She doesn't wait long before sighing in disappointment and shaking her head morosely. Fiera turns away to leave, still glancing over her shoulder occasionally and hoping to hear something worth turning back around. Instead she picks her way back up the slope, long tail tossing in annoyance.

{I'm throwing her into the mix here, I hope no one minds. Someone could spot her if you'd like.}

[xxshadowluvxx]

A Pinch of Heaven

Charlie's Angel
Mare
Nine
Tagged; Star-lined Dreams

Charlie occasionally looked around just out of instinct, a strange eeriness peering over her. After realizing her attention had been completely distracted from the young mare in front of her, she quickly regained concentration. "I.. Believe so, I actually haven't got around to formally introducing myself to her" The painted mare replied, looking in the lead's direction. From what she had seen of Adrienne, she appeared to be a handful for poor Shura. Charlie shook her coat when a few grass and dust particles landed on her from the occasional gusts of wind that blew around the herd of four. She widened her eyes and abruptly perked her ears at the sound of thundering hooves. Her head whipped in Rio's direction, a look of detest on her light face. She let out a frustrated squeal with ears pinned back and kicked up her heels in a buck, powerful yet holding back from its true potential. Her kick barely missed the pushy stallion's chest, and she quickly trotted a good length away from the two stallions with the other mares, snorting loudly from irritation.

(Quoting these for convenience)

The one that got away....

Dime'a'Dozen
Mare
Twelve
Tagged; Samurai's Herd

Dime quickly halted her walk when Samurai began forcing the group together in a rather aggressive way. She watched him in confusion, not quite sure what had upset him so. She carefully moved into the tight circle that Samurai kept, nearly bumping into a couple of the mares. Her ears perked to the sound of thundering hooves, her head darting in the direction of it. Dime noticed the second stallion that had been with Samurai chasing after one of the herd members, whom was apparently trying to run away. She snorted, knowing the mare should have at least tried leaving when both stallions were occupied, despite it being an almost impossible escape either way.

[azhefa.]

{{Easy there Mirror, I understand your point, but you got to keep this thread void of conflict. If their post offends you then just ignore it and post for yourself. You can have Hound cut off Link or snake his mares away so that they will have to post a different reply. Just try to keep things calm, alrighty? I'd hate to see this locked.

[beth.]

(hey no it's my fault, look i'm sorry, i've just gone over previous posts and i have, but i've been having serious troubles with a 'friend' at school, she's a backstabbing two faced cow and i've been off school for 2 weeks, it's been causing me heaps of stress and i've not been focussing, i'm going to the doctors on monday to try and get a medical certificate so i can still graduated but stay away from school... sorry, but i'ved edited link's post? i think, let me know..)
(paige is being a lead mare? all wild mares will chase out the young ones who are rude or immature and will allow them back in within a few hours or days depending on the mare mood and how the young horse reacts and retaliates, that's all paige is really dong?)
(again sorry, but i don't need the stress on here as well, and i'm on the borderline of quitting and leaving CS forever.. and i really don't want to cause i love this site..)