The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[Moon pool]

(sorry i've been busy)

Abominations ears pinned back and he reared again striking his hooves at the stallion. A hard snort escaping his nostrils before allowing his ears to pin back so the stallion couldn't latch on to his ears, before chasing his head up to attack the stallion in return reaching and latching onto Strikes ears pulling downwards to the ground. He felt the stallions hooves get his chest but thanks to the adrenaline he managed to ignore it for the moment.

Strike flung his head back when the other male tugge in his ears am he bit the stallion's neck aiming form the windpipe and kicked out with his hooves everyone and then glancing at the mare and her filly up on the hill (Eagle and wing)

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

She gave Titan a long, hard stare until his words reached her ears. She listened carefully to the stallion, studying his physical attributes as he announced to be Pyro's older brother. She calmed down, an empty hollow where her heart used to be. Without a single word, she watched the stallion turn and head towards his own herd. The male then looked back and offered for the two mares to join along with him. Reluctantly pondering the thought, she looked towards Rain, giving the mare a nudge in the direction of the blood bay. "We have no other choice, we'll likely die in the cold before finding another stallion." Nudging her own filly as well, she preceded towards Titan.

[beth.]

(sorry i've been busy)

Abominations ears pinned back and he reared again striking his hooves at the stallion. A hard snort escaping his nostrils before allowing his ears to pin back so the stallion couldn't latch on to his ears, before chasing his head up to attack the stallion in return reaching and latching onto Strikes ears pulling downwards to the ground. He felt the stallions hooves get his chest but thanks to the adrenaline he managed to ignore it for the moment.

Strike flung his head back when the other male tugge in his ears am he bit the stallion's neck aiming form the windpipe and kicked out with his hooves everyone and then glancing at the mare and her filly up on the hill (Eagle and wing)

(you need to wait for Erza's rper to reply before the two mares can run off completely)

Abomination pulled up, tearing off a small peice of the stallions year with it, course this was only because he was trying not to get bitten himself. Snorting he licked his lips spitting out the flesh before going back in for the fight.

[azhefa.]

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{{@Wild - Promiscuous quit so Erza and their other horses have been removed. All the mares in Erza's herd are now loners. Pyro's mares are loners too, but both have decided to join Titan so they are no longer loners.

And I'm waiting on Miss and Shatter's posts before posting again for Archangel c:

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[.sleepwalkers.]

(Posts for Firesong?)

[grapejuice]

Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Vegas Lights
Aᵍᵉ :: Twelve
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Alert
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Titan's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Titan, Ella, Echo, Infinity

The palomino sabino stood a few feet away from the adopted yearling daughter, keeping an eye out for any danger, and of course, her stallion. He had yet to return, and she hadn't given up faith in him. He would never abandon her and his daughter. She knew that. In her old age, Vega had learned patience, and how to be rational. She was level-headed, fair-tempered, and certainly beaming with confidence. If he were not to return, she could raise Ella herself. She knew that. Vega was a strong, capable mare. As she paced the territory, anxious to move the herd, she prayed for Titan to soon return. Their scent had begun sticking to the area, and it would be easy for roaming stallions and bachelors to try and snatch them up... But then she saw something in the distance. A familiar red coat, resembling crimson blood. Her heart leapt within her chest and she halted immediately, eyes focused on this figure. It was him. Titan. Vega felt like a giddy lovestruck yearling, and let out a happy neigh. "Welcome home, dear!" She called, before prancing forward to greet him with happy whickers and gentle nose-bumps. "It's good to see you again, the foal started moving while you were gone--" She quickly gestured to her swollen stomach, before looking up to him with wide eyes and a bright smile. The mare hadn't had a baby to call her own in years, and she was so excited that this one was coming along so well. But her excitement quickly transferred from her foal, to the bodies following behind Titan. Mares! Vega almost couldn't believe it. Not that her stallion wasn't capable of earning mares, but the number of those available had been... slim. The last mare she'd seen had snuck off in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. Since then, it had just been Vega. And only recently had Ella returned, and now, Vega would have a real herd. A real family. And most importantly, some friends. While the lead was usually very serious about her job, she couldn't help but openly welcome her new friends with a cheerful neigh. What a lovely surprise this was. Really, truly, Vega couldn't have been happier.

{{ Yay friends for Vega<3 }}

[xxshadowluvxx]

(I'll try to get bullet's post up later today, low muse since I have a head-ache ono)

A Pinch of Heaven

Charlie's Angel
Mare
Nine
Irritated
Tagged; Viking

Charlie, though being as angry as she was at this point from being completely left behind, still didn't have the heart to think about hurting someone despite it being a rather intriguing thought. That terrible stallion certainly did deserve some kind of punishment for leaving his mares alone with winter on the rise. No matter, her old stallion was simply a thing of the past, nothing would change what happened. Her blood still boiling at this point, Charlie replied with a bit of bite in her voice when she spoke her name. "Charlie's Angel... Don't call me Angel" She grumbled, her name contradicting with her not so angelic disposition. Normally she was a very light-hearted mare, able to easily brush things off like nothing, but when something peeved her off she was a force not to be reckoned with.

[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)

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.

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[.ace.]

`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ яαιη∂яσρs ση яσsεs ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´
яαιη | мαяε | 5 үεαяs | confused & irritated | Herd | нεя∂: Titan's

Rain felt Echo nudge her shoulder and flicked her ears at her words. It was true. What kind of worthless, vile hearted male deserted his herd just before the winter?! The stranger seemed a bit taken aback by Echo’s sharp words. Even Rain was surprised. Like she, Echo was channeling her anger, only Echo was channeling it towards Titan. The large bay told his tale, informing them that Pyro was his little brother and that he did not intend for him to run off. Rain was conflicted. She didn’t really want to believe the stallion; she wanted to blame him for Pyro’s disappearance. The mare looked up, swallowing her anger as Titan started returning to his own herd. Rain was then torn when he invited she, Echo, and Infinity to join him. Questionable, she stood stiff. She was unsure on whether or not to trust this stallion, but she didn’t have much time to decide before Echo made her choice. The other mare nudged her. She knew that there wasn’t another option. Echo turned and began to gently push her filly after Titan.
Rain huffed. There was no choice. The mare started forward quickly, passing Echo and eventually catching up to the bay stallion. She slowed, matching pace with him for a moment. “Just because I have no other choice than to join your herd does not mean that I have to like you.” She said crossly, not even looking at him. Rain noticed a mare approaching them. As she neared, she realized that the mare was pregnant. The red roan knew she didn’t have much time left to say what she wanted to say. “And if you ever laugh at me again,” she continued. “I will personally geld you!” Rain finished her conditions before speeding up once again. She briskly brushed passed the new mare, forcing an unenthusiastic smile onto her face until the mare passed. Then her lips once again contorted into a harsh frown.

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snow pulled her little filly closer. it was getting colder[another sign that winter had come] and she had only been born a few months ago. she nuzzled the filly gently.

game shivered. she was cold." mama. i'm cold." she said quietly while going closer to her mother.

stone went up to the other mares. she snorted and started grazing on the last bits of dry, brown grass. she ignored them. her tail flicked. her black head faced the stallion and his mares. her tail was still scented with the remnants of her heat, which had dissipated. she was antsy now, wanting to move. she wondered which mare was the lead. she snorted. she lay down on the ground quiety. she soon fell into a light sleep.

a pretty, dark brown mare was grazing, alone, on a hill. her name was maple leaf, leaf for short. she had long legs, despite her age. her dark, chocolate brown eyes were sad and tired. she had just been seperated from her herd. and to make it worse, her filly had been stillborn. she gave a loud, sad nicker that spread over the rolling hills. it was winter, she didn't have a herd, and it was winter. she gave a quiet nicker and went back to grazing.

anyone open for leaf?)