The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Mercury.Muses]

♆ Poseidon & Age 8 Ⅰ Bachelor Ⅱ # Of mares: 0 Ⅲ # of mares covered: 0 Ⅳ Following Lunatic;;In Battle.Ⅴ♆

Still need to post for him

♛╰☆╮Thorned Royalty[Thorn]╰☆╮ mare to Samurai ╰☆╮ Heat stage(0) ╰☆╮Pm for picture╰☆╮ Settling into the herd╰☆╮♛

Snorting, Thorn let her walk pick up to a trot, circling around and loosening her back legs with half hearted bucks. She settled down and bent her head to nibble at some grass, though she wasn't really eating. The Appaloosa eyed the rest of her herd members, eyes shiny with curiosity and mischief. "I'm bored."

♫✪Adrienne ✪ Lone mare✪ Heat stage(0) ✪ Black w/White blaze ✪ Gator-Jokull ✪♫

The black mare neighed out loudly, frustration burning off her body. Now she was alone again! This was just great. She paused her pacing back and forth, tail still lashing. She reared out and squealed, breaking out a few bucks with her ears back. The snow crunched underneath her hooves and only made her angrier. She was acting like a filly who had just gotten reprimanded, but she didn't really care right now, it wasn't likely she'd make it through winter anymore and spite was one of her last emotions. Her tail drooped and Adrienne dropped her head, nosing the ground for any grass beneath the snow, worn out from another outburst from the many she had through the day. She knew other stallions were in the area, but wasn't in the greatest moods to see any of them, although it'd probably be her choice of survival.

‡ ♘Anselme [Divinity] & Age 9 ♘ Bachelor ♘ # Of mares;- ♘# Of mares covered;- ♘ Avoiding predators - after Winter Breeze's scent♘ ‡
Anselme's moods brightened, in the distance stood a white mare, the one they were after to say matter-of-factly. "There we go brother!--",His ears went back though as he picked up the two grey dots around the mare and the other figure going after her.The stallion was in a full blown gallop in a second, the scent of other stallion's shrouded the sweet mare's scent. He leaped forward with a crow hop, back hooves flying out towards the air as his teeth clacked at empty air. He charged full force through the trees that were around. For these actions may seem hotheaded for a lone stallion, but Divinity was not alone, the sound of Dove's hooves behind wim was all the stallion needed to let his battle mode take over. He ran right into a wolf, dropping his head and snapping at air as the animal was bowled over by his front hooves. And still at this time... "Hello Beautiful! Your knight is here!",
[center]☁ ♥ℭolombian [Dove] & Age 9 ♥ Bachelor ♥ # Of mares;- ♥# Of mares covered;- ♥ Fighting wolves, firesong, Winter breeze♥☁
Giving a twitch of an ear, Dove reared upwards, moving to the side to avoid a wolf that was fleeing and lowering his head to snap his teeth at it. Still Divinity was too busy to make a clear opening for him. A whinny caught his attention and his grulla head turned to the side, towards the stallions fighting and the other mare a few yards away. Eyeing his brother, he nickered lowly back with interest and bucked out, moving the mare's way. Her competitors seemed to be locked in full battle and at each other's throats like that they would be too worn out if Colombian and Anselme stepped in and ran with the mares once getting Winter from the wolves, they might wear either of them out more by wasting energy if they gave chase.

[Over the Moon]

Ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ Ａｎｇｅｌｓ
{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}
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Aʳᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉˡ/Gᵘᵃʳᵈᶤᵃᶰ ⋮ 21 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ : 0 ⋮ # Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ : 0 ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: None

The old stallion walks slowly down a hill that leads towards the valley, his aging legs were tired from his long trek and going down a steep hill was no help. Archangel huffs a deep tired sigh as he finally reaches the bottom where the ground was much flatter and softer on his old hooves. He takes a short break from walking to graze under a nice shady tree before pushing onward to the valley, there was good grass and fresh water in the valley and he was determined to reach it before nightfall. Archangel pauses again as he comes to the edge of the forest where the valley begins and lets his surprisingly healthy eyes gaze about at the sight before him. Vibrant green grass that looked as soft as a cloud stretched on before him, pools of fresh water dotted the landscape as well as some fruit trees that were almost hidden in the forest edge. It was paradise.

Archangel sighs deeply, relieved to finally arrive at his destination, he had been walking for weeks if not months and he was getting tired of it all. The massive stallion shakes out his long black mane before heading out into the open, his heavy hooves making deep thuds on the soft ground, he was indeed a sight to behold. Standing at a staggering 19 hands, the old Shire stallion was the largest horse for miles around, and probably the oldest too. His dark bay coat was dirty from his travels, but was still lovely, as was the four white stockings that adorned his long thick legs. As the sun hits his back, his scars become plainly visible to any who see him. The two huge brands on his back seem to take the shape of wings, angel wings to be precise. They make the old stallion look even more intimidating, as does the multiple scars that are all over his flanks and chest, but the smaller ones seem like little paper-cuts in comparison to his two huge iron-brands. His over-all appearance was probably very intimidating, but this old boy was more a teddy bear than anything else, he has a soft heart and is loving to all, even the bachelors who harass him, such a personality has given him the nicknames of Guardian and even Grandfather.

((For Rebellion :3))

[Spiritstar3]

Sorry Matr)

Gabby 'Most likely flirt'
The young mare snorted and squealed as she watched the handsome stallion (Strike) and the other as they fought. She snorted again and raised a hoof as she watched a mare that obviously belonged to the handsome stallion, and watched another mare whom stood between the fighting stallions and two stallions she now noticed that were stealing up on the small grouping of equines in this area.

[toothless,]

Oops. Didn't realize it was winter. Redoing my post---

Dakota nibbled at the damp grass. It had seemed to be a bit frozen overnight and was just thawing out. She threw her head up as she trotted out of the meadow and through a bitingly cold stream. The dun mare knew that if she didn't find a bachelor, much less a herd soon, she would most likely die. With that, she took off at a lope, whinnying for any bachelor or herd that may be nearby. She needed someone to could her safe and spend time with during the winter. The mare could only hope she got a response.

Sorry it is short. I'm on mobile---

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Viking
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Interested
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Rose, Half-Moon, Amethyst, Doe
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Charlie

He could hear the venom in her words, practically felt those fangs sinking into his flesh. And while his herd was troublesome as it is, he found himself liking it. Perhaps he's become somewhat of a masochist during his time with his current mares, or maybe he's finally lost his mind. Whatever it was, he saw the fire in this mare, and knew he had to have her. With winter beginning to settle in [a very dry winter, though], and whatever lone mares were left, were in need of herds. While this particular winter wouldn't be too terribly freezing, it was still better to have a herd to be protected by. This mare couldn't have lost her former herd at a better time. "Well, he was a fool. Any fool deserves to have some sense knocked into them, even if it's a bit brutal." Viking replied with a smirk, pawing the ground with his large, feathered hoof. It only took a few swipes to tear a decent hole into the earth, and this action merely displayed the power he held. His muscles rippled beneath his dark brown pelt, and perhaps this action was only exaggerating his strength but hey; go big or go home. And most ladies wanted a strong, handsome stud who could protect them anyways. "So, my little spit-fire, what's your name?" There wasn't much else to be said, considering he's already introduced himself. She hadn't offered up her name, which gave off this sense of mystery and only intrigued him more.

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Curious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Jokull, Cerberus, Adrienne, Dakota

While he wasn't one for ignoring guests, seeing as he was a gentlemen, he couldn't help but notice another lonely mare just a short distance away. And as much as he wanted to continue his conversation with the lovely Cerberus, he could tell this particular mare was lonely and rather frustrated. How could he ignore her? With winter coming around, it was becoming dangerous to be alone, especially for any petite mares. Not to say they weren't strong enough to survive on their own, but ladies were more... delicate. If they weren't careful, they could easily be snaked or bred by any nasty brute, and be forced to stay with him. And Gator, again, being the gentlemen he was, would hate to see anything bad happen to any mare. So he took a half-step forward, and let out a low neigh in her direction, inviting the mare to join his little group. And just as he called out to the pitch black mare, another beauty came into view. A pretty bay, alone, prancing by herself. She was younger than him by quite a few years, and also seemed rather lonely. So he extended the invitation to her as well, letting out another low neigh, welcoming her to come and speak with him. The large seal bay stallion, though rather intimidating with his draft structure, was a kind soul, who had no intentions of ever harming another soul, not unless it was in defense. He hoped the two mares would sense his kindness, and come over to chat for a bit. Never would he force a mare to join him if they didn't want to. Long ago he'd made that mistake, and the poor girl had been afraid of the large stallion for quite some time. It took a long time for her to trust him, and once she did, he'd vowed to never do that again. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten a potential friend or mate.

{{Bad posts, I have a headache >.< Sorry}}

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[toothless,]

Dakota came to an abrupt halt when a large stallion answered her call. She looked over at him with pricked ears and took a step back at his size. He was a massive stallion, but it didn't seem to stop her from venturing closer. The mare called out a small greeting as she trotted closer to him. She stopped just a few short yards away and sniffed the cold breeze. With a small snort, she trotted up to him and lipped his shoulder, walking around him to get a good look and another sniff in.

Sorry for small post. I am tired and I am on mobile---

[Spiritstar3]

Robin | 11 years old | # of mares; 2 | # of mares covered; 1 | Tags; Herd, Sage | Slightly interested in Sage

As robin stood with his herd, he saw a mare n the distance. She began to move closer, and the stallion wasn't so sure that she saw them until her gaze shifted to rest on him. As she called, Robin quickly weighed his options. Yes, it was dangerous to leave his herd at any time, but it was nearly winter, and it was very unlikely that a stallion would attempt to snake a mare from him now. He nickered softly to his mares to let them know he would be back, and quickly trotted toward Sage.

Inara | 6 years old | Stallion; Sorrel | In heat; stage 4 | Tags; Sorrel | Flirtatious

Inara could tell that Sorrel was about to ask her to join his herd. And just in time, as she could tell it was only going to get colder.As he asked her, she mentally sighed with relief. Finally, She thought. "Yes, I would love to join your herd." She smiled slightly, moving forward to nuzzle him.

Sage -No muse to be fancy right now-
The lovely chestnut really red mare snorted and shook her head as she looked at the stallion. She flicked her ears and tipped her head to the side as she gained the small hill crest, and then she was over it and staring him dead on...Shaking her head...she snorted and nickered softly as she looked at the stallion and perked her ears. She awaited any words this handsome seeming male might have for her. (What does he and Inara look like?)

Sorrel
He smiled and nickered gently as he looked at the mare and nodded at her happily. he softly said "Since you are my first mare, I am not sure if that makes you lead or not...I mean, maybe that is decided by which mare is most dominant?" Shaking his head at how this sounded like a question rather then a guess, he shrugged as he looked at the mare and nodded at her one more time.

For Icicle)

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.

Light of Dawn, Jessabel 'Jessa'- Mare- Cleveland Bay- Really red bay in color- 1 year and 10 months- Running- Ghost? and the mare?
The reddish (rather red) mare whinnied as she ran along through the grasses of a field, the sun high above her warm and inviting as it warmed her rump and made her coat seem even more red then it actually was. Shaking out her jet black mane, and flicking her jet black tail before it waved out behind her and floated on the air, she nickered and flicked her ears forward as she heard the sound of a stallion calling, or was it answering? The sound of hooves racing caused her to slow a bit, and she gave out a tentative but loud call of asking to the horses that ran ahead.

Hey Grape, can Dayla run into Viking and the mare?}

For Grape)

And never mind about Dayla!]

Dayla
-Waiting for Leviathan!-

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel & Vengeance
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven & newborn
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare & Colt
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Wary & Tired
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Luci, etc

It didn't take long for her to find her herd. Nowhere near as long as she'd expected it to, actually. They hadn't even really moved. They were just outside the forest where she'd birthed her son, and there was another group only meters away. Honey was, of course, cautious when stepping out into the open, with her young baby boy at her side. Her ears were flattened to her skull, threatening anyone who even thought to try something on her and Ven. Sure she was typically the kind, soft-spoken girl, but she wouldn't dare put her son in danger. His safety was her current priority, until they got back to Death. Which of course, only took a few more minutes. Honey kept her colt close to her side, never letting him drift more than a few inches away. She was very vigilant, glancing over these strange horses and giving them death-stares, warning them all to stay exactly where they were. And soon, she was at her beloved's side, and was calm once more. "My love--" and she was cut off when a young paint mare came flying to Death, begging. The poor thing looked frightened, and Honey immediately felt sorry for her. She stepped forward, pushing her son safely behind her, and offered a small smile. "Don't you fret, dear. You're safe with us." And she nuzzled Death, knowing he would take good care of Jess. Behind her, Vengeance was yawning, his eyelids dropping, legs threatening to buckle beneath him. The poor colt was tired, tired and cold. So he sideled up next to his mother, and laid down, deciding the perfect place to sleep was beneath her. Honey glanced towards her baby, and chuckled, taking precaution not to suddenly move her hooves, lest she harm her newborn. Now that she and her son were settled, she took this chance to observe the other herd, quickly picking out three lovely mares; one ruby-colored girl (very pretty young thing), a painted girl much like the one before her (striking similarities, also lovely), and then a mouse-gray mare... gorgeous, yes, but she seemed... arrogant. Vain. Self-centered. All of the synonyms that relate to the aforementioned terms, she deemed the Arabian temptress. No matter, though. She was the other stallion's problem, not hers (thankfully.)

{{ Has Reaper been active lately? I was going to make Ghost's reply, but I'm not sure they've been around... If so, I'll post Ghost later. If not, he's open for young ladies~ }}[/center][/size][/color]

Mew, I need some sort of paragraph or what not from Ghost, for Jessabel. And can my new mare run into Gladiator (The one with the colt?}
Jess
She made a small sort of sound as she awaited some sort of a reply from the gorgeous black stallion before her, with his mares. Although she usually did not much like stallions, something about this one made her feel...safe...Shaking her head, she flicked her tail a bit as a pretty mare came up to them with a small colt in tow. She nodded softly at the mare as she softly said "T-thank you." Glancing to the colt, she giggled a bit as she softly asked "Is that your little one?"

Also,if I made a little filly, could she and Ven maybe crush on each other when they're older?}

Jenna
-Waiting for Lucifer-

For Levi, and Grape)

♆ Poseidon & Age 8 Ⅰ Bachelor Ⅱ # Of mares: 0 Ⅲ # of mares covered: 0 Ⅳ Following Lunatic;;In Battle.Ⅴ♆

Poseidon inched closer, rearing. As his body went back to on fours, he stretched his neck and nipped towards Zebra's face. His brown eyes lit with a blaze. His front hooves stomped as he screamed out another battle cry.
(I'm sorry this is sucky and short, I'm actually really sick and I just wanted to get something for Poseidon up.)

Is Okay, I don't feel very well right now either)
Zebra
The zebra looking small stallion squealed and reared as he looked at the other male. He snorted and struck out a hoof as he leaned his head back. He shrieked again and bared his teeth a bit. (Sorry, three LINES just aint happenin....)

(Grape!)

@ShadowLuv: I have two, two year old mares open, want one to run into Charlie?}
Their names are Spirit of the Stars 'Gazer', daughter of Castiel and Jessica and most likely to defend others, and On the Horizon 'Clear', daughter of Dean and Jessica and most stubborn and likely to pick a fight)

For tigermay:

Coming Free 'Heartbreaker' -Most talkative and intelligent-
The lovely daughter of the wild stallion Gabriel and the barn mare Jessika, she had the beauty of her mother and attitude of her father. She whinnied as she kicked up her hooves and run down a small hill. She came upon a handsome stallion, was he Painted? He appeared to have a mare in foal, and was at a lake that held another stallion and mare. She whinnied.

Sorry Matr)

Gabby 'Most likely flirt'
The young mare snorted and squealed as she watched the handsome stallion (Strike) and the other as they fought. She snorted again and raised a hoof as she watched a mare that obviously belonged to the handsome stallion, and watched another mare whom stood between the fighting stallions and two stallions she now noticed that were stealing up on the small grouping of equines in this area.

Lea
-Open, anyone want to RP?-
The mare whinnied as she looked round herself, stills earching for her young son though she had to know the colt was long gone...He was either dead or stolen, and though her head told her to forget it, her heart told her to keep on. So, she let out another heartbreaking whinny as she walked on.S he sighed and huffed as she thought of her sister, and then of the stallion that had left...

[xxshadowluvxx]

A Pinch of Heaven

Charlie's Angel
Mare
Nine
Irritated
Tagged; Viking

Charlie kept her barriers up against the large brute, just because she was upset didn't mean she was going to be easy. "Tempting offer, mister Viking..." She said with a soft hint of disbelieve lining her words, her sentence trailing on as she appeared to be thinking it over. "Can I really believe you? And trust that you aren't like those other foals that think their stallions?" She questioned in a stern demeanor, lifting her hoof and stamping in down into the dirt to create a crescent hole beneath it. He seemed like a sturdy band stallion, but she had lost nearly all her trust for studs since her abandonment. He appeared to be a fairly kind leader, and apparently charming. Her trust wasn't won over by his words just yet, she wanted to be shown he could be depended on, and that he wouldn't leave his herd behind to freeze. Charlie, now shaken out of her judgmental thoughts, glanced over at the young mare he had referred to. "It seems she's a difficult one..." The painted mare thought, looking over the child-esc mare. She wasn't afraid to stand her ground if a mare was being disrespectful to her, especially a young one at that.

[Blumenkranz]

(@Claw, Tidal replied to Swift)

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Ħσρєℓєѕѕ Ɖяєαм
Hєя∂ Mαяє
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Dʳᵉᵃᵐ ☆ 10 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ☆ Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ : None ☆ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Not in heat ☆ Tᵃᵍˢ : Lucy, Illusion, Eagle, Wing, Sun, Cloud

It was winter, and Ezra was gone. Great. Just great. She was annoyed with the stallion for leaving them, especially in the beginning of winter! She didn't know where he had gone but he hasn't come back, and she didn't know if he would come back. She let out a soft sigh and looked over to where Sun and her son were. Cloud was taking a nap, Sun watching over him. Eagle had gone, taking Wing with her. Though she was still in sight, Dream assumed that she was leaving their little group. That was fine with her, she wasn't going to make Eagle stay or anything. She looked to her two foals, Lucy was next to her, nibbling on some grass. Illusion was standing next to Dream, standing close and watching his surroundings carefully. Dream hoped that her two foals would make it. It was chilly, though it hadn't even begun to snow yet she expected the snow to start falling later on.

[LilHoneyBee]

Anyone open? I have all three of my horses open. ;;

▊ Ａｎｇｅｌ ▊ ｏｆ ▊ Ｍｉｎｅ ▊

mare ~ five years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; x ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Young Mi was walking through a field, she was looking for a stallion, just as any mare would be around this time. The white shire called out for a stallion, Winter was closing fast and she needed to find a herd. That, or join a band of mares. Her ears pinned. Finding a stallion at this time was horrid. Without her heat, there was no way for them to find her. She lifted her velvety maw to the air and called loudly. Her blue eyes scanned the area for any males that had heard her. Nothing. She called once more, except louder.

▊ Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ ▊ ｏｆ ▊ ｔｈｅ ▊ Ｗｅｓｔ ▊

stallion ~ eight years old ~ bachelor ~ mare(s) covered; zero ~ mare(s); x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

West galloped over the plains, calling to any lone mares, or even any mares who weren't happy in a herd. He had no problems fighting for some mares. He snorted, flicking his tail. He called out once more, more loud, and deep. was a large stallion, so he a mare rarely ever escaped his grasp. His father had taught him well. He stomped his hooves on the ground. He was getting angry. There had to be one or two mares who hadn't been found the seasons prier. There was a bachelor herd nearby, so if he came up empty handed, it wouldn't be too difficult to survive the winter. He snorted loudly, annoyed. He didn't get what he wanted this year, but he surely would be an early starter for next year.

▊ Ｂｌｏｏｄｙ ▊ Ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ ▊

mare ~ eleven years old ~ lone mare ~ heat level; x ~ stud/herd; x ~ foal(s); x ~ tagged; x

Missy stood, shaking. Her short pelt was no help around this time of year. She looked around desperately. She shook her mane, happy that the darn flies eventually died off around this time, but of course, something else came around to irritate her. Winter. She raised her mouth, calling out loudly. Missy was no quiet girl. She began to walk in hope of finding something.. Someone to take her in.. Give her a chance.