The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Moon pool]

Name:The Mighty Strike of the Angered Wolf
Nickname:Strike or Wolf
Age:8 years
Gender:Male
Breed:Mustang
Personality:to Mares he is polite and calm and around Stallions he is still calm but is sometimes rude so over all he is hard headed but kind
History:he was one of many foals in his heard but his dad the band stallion was hardest on him out of any of the foals so he learned to fight at a young age then when he was a year old he left an has Vernon his own since
Height:16 hands
Sire:The Mighty strike of waves
Dam:The Angred Wolf's fighting spirit
Foals:none
Other:

[Blumenkranz]

(Accepted)

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Oˡᶤᵛᶤᵃ ♪ 2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ♪ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Pandemic ♪ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Not in Heat ♪ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd, Elliot

Olivia stared at Elliot. Who was he? She didn't recognize him, he didn't look like one of Pan's dogs. What was he doing here. He didn't look like he was going to hurt her, and he let out a whinny telling her that he meant no harm. Olivia was still nervous, she was a timid filly and she didn't know this horse. She glanced around, looking to the other members of the herd. Did anyone else notice him? Taking a small step back she looked back to Elliot. "W-What...W..." She stammered. "Who...who are you?"

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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ☽ 11 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ☽ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 2 ☽ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 11? ☽ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd, Stone

Hearing a nicker, he lifted his head. It wasn't Voodoo or Bae who nickered, so who was it? Frowning, the pinto stallion looked around, his gaze resting on an unfamiliar horse. It was a mare. She was facing them, and must have been the one who called to them. "I'll be right back." he said to his two mares before breaking into a jog and heading over to where the lone mare was standing. He studied this new mare curiously. She had a pretty pinto coat and was shorter than he was. She was also obviously alone, he didn't see or scent any other horses. Once he had reached her he slowed to a halt. "Hello." he greeted. "My name is Pride." The mustang then turned his head, pointing his muzzle to the two mares by the water hole. "And those two are Voodoo and Bae." He then turned his head to he was looking at Stone. "What is your name?"

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Dᵘˢᵗʸ ☼ Yᵉᵃʳˡᶤᶰᵍ ☼ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : Samurai ☼ Mᵒᵗʰᵉʳ : Deceased ☼ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

Dusty cantered after Game, frowning a bit when the filly had stopped. Why did she stop? Was she tired? Maybe she didn't want to play anymore? Once he was closer and before he could react, the filly then darted away. The yearling snorted and moved quicker, trying to catch up to the filly. When she circled him, he slowed a bit, reaching out and trying to nip Game from where he was but the filly was just out of reach. When she quit circling him and darted away again the colt gave chase again, this time moving at a gallop. Finally he caught up to Game and he reached out to the smaller filly, nipping gently at her side before skidding to a halt. He turned away from Game and broke into a canter, giving out a playful buck.

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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ✶ 5 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 2 ✶ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 1 ✶ Tᵃᵍˢ : Herd

He didn't that that Vienna would accept him. He was happy that she did, and fade to black. [unfade] The pinto now stood beside Vienna, ears pricked as he looked around. He looked through the trees, searching for anything that could be a threat but he didn't see anything. Now that he had a band of his own to take care of he was more alert, always watching for possible threats. He wanted to keep his mares and little sister safe. Turning back to Vienna the young stallion began to groom her, his tail flicking lazily.

[Moon pool]

Strike of Angred Wolf

"Strike" or "Wolf"| Stallion| loner| open|8 years

Wolf trotted toward the river but saw a herd and decided better judgement and moved down river but watched the mares not intending to snake or anything just wanting to talk

[Lady_Lycana]

Is my mare tsuki tied up?)

[Moon pool]

Name:Rustle of the Everlasting Oaks
Nickname:Oak or sometimes Rustle
Age:5 years
Gender:Female
Breed:Quarter Horse
Personality:Protective, kind, stubborn
History:she was a normal horse then she went to a herd and had a foal in the herd but then a Mountain lion killed the stallion and she was left a loner with a foal
Height:14.2 hands
Sire:Frost on the everlasting oaks
WDam:The soft rustle of the trees
Foals:Frost on the peek of the Wisest Moutian
Other:

(The foal is her now the adult is her when she is fully grown)
Name: Frost on the peek of the Wisest Moutian
Gender: Female
Breed: Quarter horse/ mustang
Future Height: 15 hands
Sire: Rising soul of the Moutian
Dam: Rustle of the Everlasting Oaks
Siblings: none
Herd:loner with her mother

[.sleepwalkers.]

Firesong
Feeling;; relaxed
Rank;; lone mare
Tags;; open

Firesong steadily padded through the lush grass of the valley. She had found it by chance, and was grateful. The cold was stunting the grass' growth, but it was still edible. The roan mare paused to break off a few mouthfuls. While she was eating, she could hear noises. She could smell stallion and mare, all mixed together. Her head jerked up. Who was that?

[Moon pool]

Strike" or "Wolf"
Loner| in field near stream| open| stallion

Strike of Angered Wolf turned around to the deal and saw a mare a little further off so he got a little closer and nickered to see if he could approach her

[.sleepwalkers.]

Firesong
Feeling;; curious
Location;; valley
Tags;; Strike

Firesong snorted and her hooves just left the ground. The stallion had startled her. She nickered in reply, to tell him that he was permitted to approach. In the meantime, she went back to eating her grass. She could feel his presence now, pressing down on her. She wasn't sure if she liked that. It felt like pressure, in her head, but she was a little wary of stallions so she could understand why she felt daunted now.

[Moon pool]

Strike of Angred Wolf approached the mare slowly then stopped a few yards away in respect "Hello I am Strike of Angred Wolf but you may call me Strike or Wolf"

[.sleepwalkers.]

Featherpelt
Rank;; lone mare
Location;; Valley
Tags;; Strike

Firesong slowly swung her head in his direction, so she could inspect him further. He looked healthy and strong, which made the mare uneasy, but also calm. She listened to his name with interest, then gave hers. "I am Firesong," she replied quietly. After a few moments of thought and flyswatting, the roan mare glanced at him again. "Did you want something?"