The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Moonbacon]

(Oh alright i'l edit it later).

[azhefa.]

{{Like Promiscuous pointed out, both a history and personality need to be added, there's no 'rp it out' or 'never tells' here. And since it's a Frisian cross, it would be around 15 hands instead of 16.

[Spiritstar3]

Inara | 6 years old |Stallion; none | In heat; stage 4 | Tags; Sorrel | Flirtatious

Inara spotted Sorrel, finally trotting toward him with her head held high. As she neared the stallion, she nickered once more, sweetly, flicking her heavily scented tail a few times, the scent permeating the air. This stallion certainly seemed like the type to fall for her. She pranced around him a couple times, still swishing her tail as she moved closer. This stallion would certainly have to impress her if he wanted to keep her.

Sorrel- 7 years- Mares: None yet- Stallion- Tagged Inara- Interested

The sorrel colored stallion snorted and took in a rather heavy drought of the heat scent laden air, nostrils becoming filled with the thickness of it. He whinnied and did a little dance of sorts as he watched her with a small smile. Snorting, he flicked one ear back while the other stayed forward, listening for intruding stallions. Whickering gently, he pranced then reared as he sniffed again and nodded his head a couple times.

Hey Static, could Sage maybe run upon Ace's herd?}

[beth.]

okay thankyou... please let me know so i can edit/wait for rpelies.. oh, and exile is more a threat, she just want mystery out of the herd to learn a few manners cause she's done it more than twice and it was her last warning, that's all?)

[beth.]

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[frostykitty]

Recap for Robin's heard? sorry)

[Promiscuous.]

They weren't doing anything really, But okapi decided to move the herd for some shelter. Since it was getting colder.

Here's some reposts c: (in order)

Robin | 11 years old | # of mares; 2 | # of mares covered; 1 | Tags; Lunar, Legend, Okapi | Content

Robin nuzzled okapi, then walked over to Legend. "Hello, Legend, my name is Robin. I assume you know that most bachelors leave the herd at a young age?" He asked the colt. He had made his decision about the young horse, so he figured he would let him know. He cast a concerned glance to Okapi. It was getting colder, and he knew that she would probably lead them to shelter soon. He only hoped they found it before the weather got too bad, as it often did in late autumn.

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It was indeed a gust of brittle coldness that caught the mares attention. While she peered off into the distance, she winced as the wind slapped brutally at her neck, ripping leaves away from trees in the far distance. A sharp snort blew from her, as she inched closer toward a cluster of punctured trees that shivered within the boisterous Autumn Wind, She would occasionally look back to the rest as she gestured that they best get moving in order to stay warm. Although a gather of thin trees wasn't the best quality, it was good enough so far, other then suffering the danger of predators in a forest. Even though it was close to having bears hibernating, wolves, cougars and possibly other animals were lurking just beyond the gentle giants. With the wind strangling the furs on her neck, she gave a rapid body shake and trotted along until she reached the area, assuming the herd will follow shortly after, as she bellowed among the obnoxious sound of air blowing between her ears.

[center]Robin | 11 years old | # of mares; 2 | # of mares covered; 1 | Tags; Lunar, Legend, Okapi | Concerned about winter's fast approach

Robin gently nipped Lunar, nudging her in the direction Okapi was leading his herd. He also gave Legend a small push forward, deciding he would tell the colt what he had decide when they found shelter. He moved slightly ahead of them to keep an eye on his lead, glancing back ever so often to see if they were following.

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Some Kinda Witchcraft
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Maree
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Content
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Pride's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Pride, Bae

Honestly, it was no surprise that the older mare wanted to be lead. Voodoo thought she'd figured that out once she came around. The bay Morgan wasnt a threat, and didn't care for the position. Way too much effort, and she knew she'd stress out too much. So when the larger mare began asserting her dominance, as if demanding she back down, Voodoo simply bobbed her head a few times, understanding how the ranks were. No need to be so assertive. She thought with a mental chuckle, happy to oblige with the mare's wishes. For now, she was at the bottom, which was fine since they were a small group. Once the herd began growing, though, she wouldn't be the bottom. No, she'd never settle for being the most submissive. She wasn't the most dominant, but she definitely wasn't weak in any aspect. Hopefully, she'd be in the middle rankings once the herd grew. But that was quite a long time from now, and she decided not to worry about it. Instead, she began to follow Bae as she decided to move the group. Once they arrived to a watering hole, Voodoo slowed to a stop beside the painted mare, and gently nudged her side before beginning to groom her. May as well bond with her new friend, right?

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Moonlight Madness
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Boys you best run she's mad
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Poseidon, Zebra

"Oh fantastic, more stallions!" She didn't even have to turn her head to know who the sources of those calls were. It was clear to Lunatic they were stallions. After all, any lone mare around this time of year practically had stallions scrambling to see who could impress her first. Sadly, Lunatic was hard to impress, and was very picky about who she went home with. To top it off, she wasn't exactly happy with the male gender at the moment, and was ready to crush any young bachelor who even thought to try and snake her. So when she finally did turn and notice the stallions trailing after her, she was about ready to geld them both right then and there. The strange striped one because, well, he was tiny for a stallion and also quite young. The last thing she needed was some young bachelor thinking he could simply obtain the nasty elder mare. Oh no no no no, Lunatic was a prize you had to earn. And the other stallion because it. Was. Him. The same damn stallion that had left her to begin with. The reason why she was out here again. Apparently he'd decided he wanted his mare back, and Lunatic was having none of it. She flattened her ears and let out a low nicker, warning both studs to be cautious when approaching, especially Poseidon. "State your name and business." The painted mare demanded, shooting both stallions a glare and not daring to move from her aggressive stance. This was probably going to be a very difficult battle for the studs to overcome. And only one would end up leaving with the prize, if they were lucky.

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

The young stallion wasn't exactly familiar with the opposite gender nor did he know much about talking to them, but he certainly knew that many young horses (like himself) loved a good run. So when the fiery-red mare offered up a chase rather than her name, the painted stud was happy to accept the challenge before prancing after her, letting out a high-pitched whinny of delight. He held his head high, stretched out those long legs, and practically put himself on display for this mare. After all, mares wanted a good-looking stallion, right? Not only that, but when he moved this way, you could see his muscles at work beneath his fairly clean pelt. And he knew many mares looked for strong and capable stallions to call their own, so hopefully by showing off this way, he would gain her interest. For now, though, he was happy to play her little game. Call it the thrill of the hunt if you must, but a good chase would never be denied by any stallion. At least, any stallion younger than five. Most older stallions wouldn't have any of that, and would go straight for snaking, avoid all of the nonsense. But he was young and naive, perhaps still too playful to become a band stallion, and was thrilled by the idea of having to chase this mare. It was a game, really. Chase her down until they were both tuckered out, get to know each other, and hopefully become a herd. In his fantasy world, that's how things would work out. In time, he'd learn the real world wasn't very accepting of fantasies and innocence, it was a cruel place. A dog-eat-dog world where you had to get down and dirty if you wanted something. For now, Ghost was living in the moment, and enjoying his youth. Might as well, before life sinks in and demands he grow up.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Phantom of the Opera
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Instigating
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Thunder
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Thunder

The dapple gray mare heard Pan's demands, and watched him exit with several other stallions, before rolling her eyes. Can't fight without his minions can he? Phantom didn't hate Pan personally, but she didn't like his style. He had several stallions under his complete control, and they always seemed to do the dirty work for him while he profited. It was peculiar and rather unfair. The stallions could easily overthrow him but... they wouldn't. Were they afraid? After all, they outnumbered the 'king'. They were old enough to make their own decisions and do so. They weren't gaining much being his dogs, after all. Sure he promised mares to them and eventually gave them said rewards, but he ensured they were pregnant with his spawn first. Like Phantom. Phantom was covered before being tossed away to Thunder. It irritated her how one stallion had so much power and no one bothered to question it. No matter, though. She was out of Pandemic's grasp, and now, he was out of sight. "If you've thought about it, then maybe you should rethink this whole alliance. It's obvious you're not gaining much except for the pests he wants out of the way." Yes, she'd just called herself a pest, but it was true. Pan had tossed her and her son over to Thunder so he wouldn't have to bother with the pair. Phantom was walking on thin ice talking like this; one rumor of conspiracy or treachery and BAM. She'd be an outcast and they'd probably kill her son and the foal growing inside of her. So she kept her voice low, praying that no one else heard except for Thunder. She could trust him. "He gave me to you. Thunder, you're your own stallion. Take what's yours and do what you think is right." With that, the dapple gray trotted off to the side, glancing over the others, wondering if they'd overheard, before dipping her head to graze.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Vegas Lights
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Calm
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Titan's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Estella

This filly certainly had a personality. Vega could tell that much with the way she brushed off herself and her father, and now pinned her ears as she approached. But the mare meant no harm to the filly and was no threat, she only wanted to talk. As the filly spoke, Vega dipped her head and did some grazing of her own, her ears flicking back and forth as she listened to both Ella, and the world around them. When Titan was gone, it was her job to keep the herd safe, even if it was just her and his daughter. "Your brothers?" The painted mare raised her head now, and glanced down to the stallions that Titan had been chatting with earlier. She couldn't see the resemblance, but that's probably because they were too far off at the time. But she assumed those were the siblings Ella referred to, and kept quiet as the filly continued speaking. The question presented actually surprised the mare, and she had to sit and think for a moment. She didn't want to give her some cheesy answer like, because I care about him or something like that. "Well... Your father is a strong and capable stallion. He took me in after I'd been abandoned for the third time, and trusted me to lead this herd." And the mare laughed, as she reminded herself the only 'herd' members were herself and Ella. "Which isn't saying much, but he's a good stallion. Always comes back to me, lets me know he hasn't forgotten me. Sure it gets a little lonely, but a big herd would only put him at risk of invasion from the young stallions." The mare shook her head at the thought, knowing it'd be hard for the elder stallion to take on multiple enemies at once. "But I trust him as a leader. He makes wise decisions and isn't reckless like many of the young ones. For me, that's enough to stick around as his mare." It was true, Vega appreciated how smart her stallion was. He never bit off more than he could chew, and knew better than to put himself at risk. "What would you do in my situation, Ella?" The mare was curious to know. "If you had a stallion who was always gone, what would you do?"

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Shoot me please
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Doe, Moon, Rose, Amethyst
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Herd

Of course, Amethyst just had to come bug him again. It was no suprise, really. The stallion hadn't had a single moment of silence since he'd obtained a herd, and he was certainly regretting it. The only mare he found likeable was his lead, and even she was hard to tolerate sometimes. But this mare, Amethyst, he hadn't even claimed her. She just included herself in his herd, and now he was stuck with her. All she ever did was talk and complain. If she wasn't doing either, then she was probably dead. Sadly enough for him, she wasn't, so she was complaining. And he was about to bash his head into a tree. That one looks promising. Wait, that one has a really thick trunk. If I ram my head into it enough times... Okay, so maybe he's going overboard a tiny bit. But really he was about to lose it if she didn't stop the talking and complaining. "One, I'm not creepy. Two, I didn't sneak around you because I realized I didn't want you. Three, even if I did, I wouldn't have covered you because the last thing I want to do is risk bringing a foal like you into this world. And finally, I'm big, get over it. I'm a draft, I can't help it. Obviously I'm not scary enough if you're still here. Now is there anything else your royal highness would like to complain about me, or are we done here?!" His voice had risen several volumes, and now he was shouting loud enough to scare the birds in the trees and the small critters hiding in the bushes. Viking's ears were flat to his skull as he glared at the young mare, before catching sight of Rose's own glares. Not wanting to upset his lead, he straightened up, and gave Amethyst a rough nip on the rump to get her moving. If he let his emotions overwhelm him too much, it could easily be his downfall. Which was probably Amethyst's goal, but he wasn't going to let her achieve it so easily. Ha, the strong stud could take her and her little games!

{{ Finally done ;w; I feel so bad having Viking yell at her cx I love Amethyst, but he certainly doesn't. And sorry about Vega's post, it's not the greatest I know >> }}

[Lady_Lycana]

She looked at ghost. She was enjoying this. He was young bursting and that is what she was looking for. (Wb)