The sun's up - Oxirie RP

[white . horse]

I want my oxirie to join a herd!

Username:
white . horse
Herd's name:
Could I make my own herd? If so:
Herd 3; Shard's Herd
Oxirie's name:
Shard
Age of your oxirie:
4 years
Gender of your oxirie:
Buck
If it's male, is it a dominant bull?:
Yes, very dominant, he loves to fight.

I want my oxirie to join a herd!

Username:
white . horse
Herd's name:
Herd 5; Donner's Herd
Oxirie's name:
Faith
Age of your oxirie:
6 years
Gender of your oxirie:
Doe
If it's male, is it a dominant bull?:
N/A

[Jazz0109]

Username:
Jazz0109
Herds name:
None... Loner
Oxries name:
Ripple
Age:
6
Gender:
Doe

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[VampireMessageNinja]

Woah guys, I totally forgot about this one... Please give me some time to add you :3

[Jazz0109]

Ripple grazed by a nearby herd not really minding. She lifts her head lazily watching everyone's movements casually flicking her tail.

[.Survivor.]

Brokenhoof snorted an flicked an ear at the flies buzzing around him in the hot sun. He lifted his head as he watched a pretty blue roan doe graze not too far from his resting spot. He watche her as he laid there in the partial shade of the sparse tree and perked his ears.

[Jazz0109]

Ripple flicked her tail walking a couple feet. She was going to find a spot to rest. She sighed for she was picky and decided to just stay standing. She bent down and ate a little boredly.

[.Survivor.]

He watched the doe as she stepped closer but stopped to graze. He eyed her as he laid his head down in the cool grass. He flicked his tail at the annoying bugs and blew in annoyance.

[Jazz0109]

Ripple scratched her side and kept walking. She walked past the pile of brush Brokenhoof was in. She didn't notice him but stopped a little past the brush pile.

[.Survivor.]

Brokehoof raise his head as the doe stopped a few feet past his resting spot. He tilted his head as he watched her and thus ended up hitting the low branches with his horns, which caused the leaves to rustle loudly.

[Jazz0109]

Ripple whirled around her feet planted as she stares at the spot that ruffled. The skittish doe narrows her eyes worriedly. "Spying on me" she bites out sassily.