Syndicate ::(WildHorseRP)(Open)(LeadersNeeded)

[Tatterdemalion]

Syndicate :: Realistic Wild Horse RP

You are a member of a wild herd, your kind having run through these mountains and valleys for decades. You are safe within your band, protected by your stallion and led by your lead mare, roaming the lands as they see fit and raising your young until they can strike out on their own. It may not be the easiest of lives, riddled with it's own horrors and danger, but it's your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

This Role Play will have four bands to begin with and practically a sandbox for your own miniplots.

Current
Winter :: breeding :: birthing
Ibitor :: Erava :: Asa :: Vinti
Dionysus|(Open)|Fen | Ruro
(Open)|(Open)| Dytris |Enalya
(1) - | - (0) - | - (2) - | - (3)
(Pink = Lead mare :: Blue = Lead Stallion :: Numbers = Band Members All Together)

*Seasons will depend on how the playing goes, breeding and birthing will open up when I see fit. Foal genders,coat colors, and ect will be deiced by Bearcoon for now, but may be subject to change and I am very open to hints/suggestions as to what you want the foal to be.*

Realistically speaking, a herd (in the grand sense) is comprised of smaller groups of horses, called bands, all of which share the same general territory. Each band is protected fearlessly by it's lead stallion, and led by it's lead mare, comprising of anywhere between 3-10 horses.
The stallion's role in the band is basically this – Protect his mares, reproduce with them, and possibly acquire more mares by stealing them from other bands. His is not an easy life, always having to be on the outskirts of the band looking for lurking danger, but he gets by just fine.
The Lead Mare's role in the band is the highest ranking for any, she gets the best grazing, the first drink of any water, and makes most of the rules for the rest of the mares. Love has nothing to do with it, she's the lead mare because she fought for her position, she has the common sense to lead, and the means to enforce her rules.
The mare's role in the band is simple – Follow the lead mare, produce foals, and live life. When the colts and fillies become old enough to breed they are chased away by the stallion, sent of to either join another band or start one of their own. Younger stallions will at times challenge an older one to take over his band, a dangerous game for both parties involved.

Table.Of.Contents
i. Plot + Info
ii. Rules
iii. Characters

[Tatterdemalion]

Rules::
- Semi-Lit Role play! -
This means you will use correct spelling and grammar (for the most part), your speech will be in quotation marks (“this”), and you will have at least one 6 sentence paragraph in each post (If possible, but do try hard).

- Basic Horse Knowledge! -
You should know things such as how long a horse can live, when they can begin breeding, gestation period, and things like that. We're trying to be realistic after all.

- Audition Only! -
To join you must PM your character's to Bearcoon so that they may be approved. She will the add them to the list of characters and you may begin playing. I reserve the right to decide who joins, it is my RP. I'm not trying to be nasty or mean, I just only want people I know who are up the the level I'm looking for. Please do not complain if you arent up to par.

- Average Rules Apply! -
Tess's rules, keep it PG-13, No whining at Bearcoon, Be Civil!

Table.Of.Contents
i. Plot + Info
ii. Rules
iii. Characters

[Tatterdemalion]

Skeleton!
PM To Bearcoon!

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[b]Username[/b]
[b]Horse's Name:[/b]
[b]Band:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b] -Dont know? Look it up!-
[b]Coat Color:[/b] -Realistic!-
[b]Personality:[/b] -6 sentence paragraph at least!-
[b]History:[/b] -Optional, but appreciated!-
[b]Role Play Example:[/b] -Posting IC, with this character please!-
[b]Other[/b] -If you're wanting to be lead mare/stallion say so here! Or anything else you want to add!-


Vinti ::

• Ruro / Stallion / 8Years / Bloodmark Gray / 16HH
  Played.By.Bearcoon
  
  Personality: Reckless is one of the things that first comes to mind when one thinks about Ruro. Not that he would ever put his own band in danger, but himself... that's a different story. In all actuality he is a very devoted lead stallion, intent on keeping his mares well protected and well loved, loyal to them and them alone. He has a strong sense of justice and will act according to it, never letting anyone else question his authority. His confidence in himself can at times come across as cocky and perhaps it is. Ruro sees none that can match him as lead stallion of the Vinti, not even his own sons. He sees himself firmly planted there and there he will stay.
  History: Born an average colt to lead mare of another band, Ruro just may have been given the lucky break he needed. As the lead mare's foal, he was in a way pampered. No one wanted him to get hurt, in fear of his mother's vengeance. This did not stop him from trying to do so himself though, the same recklessness always being in him. When he came of age, he was swiftly chased away by his father, sent off into the world alone. There he was certain he could do great things, if only he had the chance. He stuck around with a few other young stallions, waiting for his chance to strike. The opportunity came in a beautiful young mare, belonging to the Vinti's lead stallion. Ruro certainly was not going to let her sit there, not when he could have her. He challenged the stallion and one, taking over the band and winning the rights to the Vinti's territory. From then on he was right at home as a king, with plenty of pretty mares and lots of land to roam.
• Enalya / Mare / 3 Years / 14hh / True Black (with white socks on alternating legs, left fore-hoof and right hind, a rather large white star with a trailing point down her face, forming a stripe)
  Played.By.CelticGrace
  
  Personality: Like Ruro, Enalya has a flair for danger. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that, unlike others, she was rather young. However, unlike him, she is a bit shy in getting to know other horses. She's more of a silent leader than a forceful one, which is almost always a good thing. She's gentle with newcomers until they learn the ropes, and a very loving mother. Her heart is too big for her small stature. She's very forgiving up to a point and then, her rather sharp temper kicks in. Of course, that takes quite a bit to actually happen.
  History: Enalya doesn't know a lot of her history. Her mother was a loner from another territory, and she told stories of a dashing, prized stallion from a nearby farm that had stolen her heart. It was truly tragic and romantic, and Enalya wasn't sure she actually believed it. She became separated from her mother at the usual time, after her mother had joined up with a new band. In her own wanderings, Enalya met Ruro. At the time, he had a band, but no lead mare, and she sort of filled in the role. Despite her young age, she took to helping and watching out for the others, learning quickly how a herd should run. And the rest, as they say, is history.
  
• Dessa / Mare / 5 years / 15.1HH / Palomino Roan (she has a pie bald marking, and one white sock on her right leg up to her knee.)
  Played.By.sanemadness
  
  Personality: Dessa is very sweet and motherly, though she never had a foal of her own. She is very honest and will tell you exactly what she thinks. This often gets her into trouble, though she's not trying to be mean, she just says what she thinks not what others want to hear. When she feels something may get her in trouble she is very quite until she finally finds the right thing to say. She is very outgoing and makes friends easily, she likes to look at life as glass half full. She never really shows herself getting sad or mad but keeps it inside. She always kind of the one you can talk to no matter what.
  History: Dessa was born into a large herd, with many play mates. Though her mother was always near by as well as her father. When turn three, like all foals, she was chased out of her herd to find her own band. She joined a rather large band of an old stallion. She lived with the badn for two years but never had the old stallion's foal. But when the badn stallion died of old age his mares were left with now protection from other badn stallions and other predotors. She left on her own to find a new band when she stumbled upon Vinti. Noticing how small the band was she assumed they would not mind a new equine to join them.

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Ibitor::

• Dionysus/ Stallion / 14 years / 15.3HH /Chestnut Varnish Roan( with a few spots over his neck, ribs and hindquarters... he has some short, scruffy feathering on his legs in the winter... Several scars cross his body, from fights with younger studs and predators; most notably numerous, deep marks across his chest from a mountain lion.)
  Played.By.YetAnotherMember
  
  Personality: One of the older stallions in the valley called home by the four herds, Dionysus is seasoned and mature, knowledgable of most areas within his territory. But having lived long enough to have seen mostly everything that could go on in such a place, Dionysus can be cold and distant when faced with things that make other horses sentimental. Don't get him wrong, he cares for his mares and foals just as much as any stallion, but as an older horse he's got enough children to ensure that his genes will undoubtedly be carried on. He also takes things much too seriously, and gets irritated easily by rowdy foals or nagging mares.
  History: Dionysus was born in the valley, grew up in the valley and gained his leadership in the valley. He's never been anywhere else and doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon. His father was leader of the Vinti band many moons ago, and when he was driven out, Dionysus wandered the plain for a few years before coming upon the Ibitors. He would observe them from a distance during the day and steal away an evening with one of the mares when the sun went down. Eventually the lead stallion confronted him, and Dionysus couldn't help but smirk at the horse's diminutive size, quite shorter and leaner than himself. In a match fight that took till sunrise, Dionysus and the stallion battled for supremacy, with Dionysus finally coming out on top and driving the other stallion into the deep forest in the mountain foothills. He has been leader of the Ibitors since then, rarely challenged but never bested. His many children are scattered around the valley, some resembling him closely and some seeming like they aren't even distantly related.

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Irava::
-Characters here!-

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Asa::

• Fen/ Stallion / 9 years / 15.6HH /Chery Bay( black stockings on his front right, front left, and back left legs, back right has a black sock, with a white cornet band. He also has a white sock on his front right leg. has a white blaze.)
  Played.By.Wickedwolfgirl
  
  Personality:Fen is a peculiar stallion to say the least. He makes it very clear is opinion of other horses by the way he behaves to them. If he likes the horse in question, he is calm and quiet, and open to listening to their opinions. If he doesn't like the horse, he is loud, sharp, and mean-tempered, and, more often than not, reminds them constantly of his dominance by strong force. He does not allow nonsense in his band. He has little interest in actually loving a mare as his proper companion. He prefers to remain as distant as possible. He occasionally has little flights of whimsy, but he mostly keeps them in his own mind.
  History:He lived a relatively normal life for a wild horse. He has been the Asa band leader for about a year.
• Dytris/ Mare / 9 years / 15.7HH / Grulla Dun
  Played.By.Bearcoon
  
  Personality: Temperamental. It sums Dytris up well. Those in the Asa band know her mood changes with the weather and on her whim. This does tend to cloud her judgment at times, having gotten her in a few hard spots, but she eventually snaps out of it and figures out her mistakes. Her fiery spirit is the thing that got her the position of lead mare, that determination hard to match, even when it is misused in some instances. Dytris knows she's something special, or at least she thinks she is, flaunting this off mercilessly at times. She's in charge and believes everyone is there to serve her, come hell or high water.
  History: Grew up as an average filly, her mother nothing special in the band. When she came of age she was chased away and quickly stolen by the previous Asa stallion. From there she slowly worked her way into the position of lead mare, and has loved it ever since.

[Tatterdemalion]

((Alrighty, let's get this show on the road!))

Ruro

Winter... Ruro was not sure whether he liked the strange blanket of white that covered his world or not. Certainly it had it's pros, making things easier to spot against it's bright backdrop was one of such things, but then there were it's cons. Little food, the cold, and his now easily agitated mares being heavy with foal. Soon though, these unborn foals would be romping around helter skelter, posing their own difficulties besides the odd weather. That's what winter was, odd, at least to the Vinti's lead stallion. With a shake of his mane and a snort, Ruro pushed those thoughts away. Things would go on just as they always had, he was certain of it. He set off at a trot back towards the band, having circled around numerous times before deciding all was well and safe, only a few other bands hanging around in the distance.
He plod through the snow with a bit of annoyance. It clung to everything, his mane, his coat, the food he tried to eat. Absolutely annoying by his standards. Like a leech, trying to suck all the warmth out of the world. As Ruro came to the center of things, it became less, the feeling of grass beneath his hooves finally being felt. Most snow had been brushed away by the mares' grazing, clumps of grass still being left behind in the soggy ground.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” He nodded as he looked over them once again. If he weren't watching for danger or another band coming to steal his mares away, that's exactly where his eyes were. On his mares, watching the beautiful creatures that quite luckily belonged to Ruro himself.

[CelticGrace]

Enalya picked her way carefully through the trees. She was a strange sort of mare. With the concave profile of her wedged head, she certainly had Arabian blood in her lineage somewhere. Standing at just over fourteen hands, mostly legs, she picked her way over pebbles and gopher holes hidden in the snow, ears perked as she glanced around herself at the others in the band.

She knew that black was a TERRIBLE color to be. Even at night, the deepness of her coat color made her stand out against moonlit plains and the shadows that the trees toyed with against the thick grasses. And that was even in the summer! The snow drifts made her even more obvious now.

The once thick grasses that had been in this valley were as numerous and healthy as she'd ever seen. That had been four months ago. Now each grass blade was as dead as the last. The tips, which had brushed against her slim underbelly at the time, were barely visible at the tops of the snow drifts that rose up to her knees as she trudged through them. The stalks would be tough and difficult to chew, but it was better than nothing.

Of course, four months ago, the grass had been easier to move through than this snow here. She was well aware of how deep it was, just as it was always deeper in a valley, it seemed. To add the handicap of her height or lack there of, she was definitely with foal. The weight of her offspring shifted as she trudged through the drifts, trying to find a place with less snow so that she could dig through for her own meal. It was her first foal, and she found that she definitely loved the feeling of life within her.

The foal within her kicked, breaking her train of thought, and her ears flickered back in affection as she turned, nuzzling her own round belly lovingly. "Hey, little one," she murmured softly. "None of that. I know you're impatient for your dinner, but you're just going to have to wait a bit."

The sound of the stallion made her look up, and her brown eyes softened in slight affection. It was true that there was usually no love between a band stallion and his lead mare, but she at least was affectionate. At times, he was almost like a colt himself, despite being several years her senior. "Good afternoon to you as well, Ruro," she admitted softly, her full tail flickering out behind her.

[wickedwolfgirl]

Fen::Asa
Fen was not in a cheery mood, which wasn't anything abnormal, as the stallion never was very happy. Except when he was a foal: he still remembered romping merrily though the warm green grass, kicking his heels with the other foals. Every year, winter got on his nerves. Everything became cold and wet after the first snowfall. Even when the first days of spring came, melting all of the snow, everything would still be wet until closer to summer. Then there is the annoyance of the mares fussing about everything. Late summer was his favorite time of year for a reason. The horribly hot weather slowly began to cool down to something more comfortable, the mares would relax and begin to be in heat again. All would be better. Fen only had to sit out the rest of the cold, wet winter; the numerous foals of spring; and the hot days of summer. The Asa band lead stallion had done it before. He could do it again.

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Dytris

In her current condition, Dytris was all the more fickle. The squirming foal inside her would drive her insane, she was sure of it. Colts and fillies were much more lovable when they weren't trying to cause you internal injury. The mare ill-temperedly stormed through the snow, still not quite sure just where to begin her grazing. It was not because of the grass itself, everything tasted the same when it were half frozen and soggy by the time you found it.
“Hrmph...” She huffed, nosing around at the ground. Nothing interesting there, once again, but she complied to the task of satisfying herself and the foal inside her. Lazily she worked her way at the wet grass, lifting her head every now and again to watch the goings ons around her. Perhaps it would not exactly be so boring once the foal were born, but until then Dytris was going to be certain everyone knew how uncomfortable she really was. As if she had grown bored, Dytris began prancing around the edges of the band, sending the other mares scattering away in her wake.

Ruro

At the sound of the mare – his lead mare – Ruro felt the least bit warmer. “And how are you?” He asked, playfully nipping at her mane. Honestly, he thought she were absolutely adorable in a sense. Awfully young for a lead mare, or for anything sometimes, but she got on fine, obviously. Never had the stallion gotten involved with the affair of the mares' hierarchy, whoever it was that ended up lead mare he would let her be, knowing they came by the position by tenacity and a fire that even some stallions lacked. Certainly not himself of course.
“Both of you.” he added to the question, thrilled that he could even ask such a thing. His very first foal... it were an odd feeling. Maybe he would not be that important in the little foal's life, after all it would be Enalya's job to raise the colt or filly, Ruro would just continue fending off predators or any other danger, but it would still be his.