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Wild horse RP!open to all NO sign ups!

#220449 Posted on 2020-04-07 20:07:30

So this is my first RP,I hope it turns out!

On the western plains of Nevada roam 3 herds.The Talula Herd,The Spruce Herd and The Alpine Herd.They've been at each other’s throats for quite some time.They're only hope now is to somehow get along because soon they’ll have no choice. 

No need for a signup sheet,just give your character a discription in your first post.
 
There aren’t many rules for this RP but:
-if you swear,don’t make it to bad.keep it cool guys
-Romance is allowed.keep it to a minimum.
-follow EV rules
- in your sentences,make them longer then 10 words if possible.
Characters:

Foals:
Stallys:
Mares:
Renegade/Silver Falls
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#220455 Posted on 2020-04-07 20:14:22

Rengade is a Liver chestnut TB.she has Ice blue eyes,a star and a snip.


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#227733 Posted on 2020-09-16 12:52:27

Could I join? (Does breed matter?) (EDIT: I changed my OC lol)
Here's my character:
Calypso is a Blue roan Noriker. She is 4 years old. She has brown eyes, a star and 3 socks, and is just 15.2 hands tall. She is short tempered and loves a good fight. It's not easy to get close to her cause she's not very social.

Member of the Spruce herd. However, she is a bit of an outcast.

 
Here is a picture I drew of her!

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#227738 Posted on 2020-09-16 14:46:29

Hello, I'd love to join!

My Character:
Yearling - Filly
Breed: Andalusian 
Name: Tangling With Darkness
Nickname: Tango
Herd: Alpine
Coat: Jet Black, 2 Front Leg Stockings (White), Interrupted Blaze, One Blue eye, One Green Eye
Temperament: A trickster, quite sly, but sweet and good-hearted to those she is fond of. Not afraid to stand her ground. (Note: Very fast, agile.)

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#227826 Posted on 2020-09-18 06:34:25

I'd like to join if this is still active. c:

Rubi (pronounced 'Ruby')
3-year-old mare, almost a filly, with a reddish-gold coat and dark red mane and tail. Her mane is very short, her tail is medium short and somewhat tangled. She has a long stripe down her face, and a bit of roaning, other than that she is solid red dun. Her eyes are dark golden brown, and she is a lighter build. Her legs are too long for her body still, like a foal's, which irritates her; and she isn't her full height yet (meaning she's short). She isn't ever at the center of attention, and often on the outside looking in. She doesn't mind too much, and is always wandering, though she does her share of work. She is pretty tough for a horse so young, because of her passion for wandering and exploring in the desert, but in other ways she isn't nearly so hardened, typically naïve and with a filly-like sense of wonder. She is a member of the Talula herd, and hates the other herds, especially the Spruce, for a personal reason.

Rubi trotted through the desert, dust flying up in little puffs under her hooves. The sun beat down, and the ground was hot and rocky, but she was content enough. She spotted a gecko, and lowered her neck to get a better look. "Hey there, little buddy! How's it going out here?"
The gecko crawled under a rock, glaring at her through his bulging eyes until he disappeared, but Rubi wasn't fazed. Geckos were always antisocial, and she'd learned not to let it bother her. She moved on to explore the cacti, instead, careful not to stick her nose too close to the prickly needles. She'd done that once when she was a yearling, and promised herself never to do it again. A little bird nesting in one of them chattered irritation at her, so she moved away.
"All right, back to work." She looked for water or patches of grass, but aside from a few half-dry puddles and dead weeds, she didn't find anything. Rubi heaved a little sigh, and then headed back towards the herd. The sun was going down, and she'd better get a move on if she wanted to make it back in time. It was dangerous to be alone at night.

Mesa
13-year-old stallion, with a very dark chestnut coat and flaxen mane and tail. His mane is fairly dirty and a bit tangled, his tail is long and pretty straight. He has appaloosa markings on his back and a smudgy star on his face, as well as three socks of varying length. His eyes are very dark brown. He is missing one eye, and has several scars on that side of his face, and though he never speaks of it, rumors say he lost it in a fight with a mountain lion (and most horses say he killed the mountain lion, too). He is well respected in the herd, and though he doesn't talk much, when he does, everyone listens. He isn't the leader of the herd, but horses often ask for advise with problems, and the leader occasionally asks his opinion on something. His primary job is guarding the herd, though during clashes with the other herds, he helps in that, too. Member of the Alpine herd.

Mesa observed the yearlings warily, as several of them were playing dangerously near the edge. The black filly with the different-colored eyes was chasing a colt around, running like the wind, and three others were nipping each other and running around, right on the edge of the steep drop. He shook his proud head, mane flying. One of the first things an Alpine foal learned was to stay away from the edge of cliffs and plateaus, but the foals had been playing and exploring in the mountains since they took their first steps, and they considered themselves as sure-footed as bighorns. They didn't fear the edge as they should.
Eventually, Mesa turned his eye away from the yearlings. He had a job to do, and it wasn't being nursemaid to some foolish foals. They would learn caution in time, from experience. If they lived that long.

(for my posts, I assumed the Alpine lived in the mountains, the Spruce lived in the forest, and the Talula lived in the desert, is that right?)


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#227834 Posted on 2020-09-18 08:23:48

@ↁragonfly not sure if you can even tag someone on here but I didn't know we where starting ahhh

Calypso was galloping through the forest, swerving and avoiding trees with the skill of a reining horse. Feeling the wind in her mane was one of the few things she genuinely enjoyed. As she ran her mane and tail began to get tangled and sticky due to the sap of the spruce trees in her herds territory. She came across a log and began to speed up, jumping it with ease. For a draft horse she was quite agile. After a while she noticed she was approaching the edge of the forest, and came to a sliding halt. She plodded towards the thin stream near the Talula Herd border and took a few drinks, satisfied with her run. She gazed across the border, into the desert that seemed to abruptly and unnaturally begin from the forest. She flared her nostrils in anger when she noticed a horse far in the distance, but defiantly in the desert. She honestly wasn't sure why, the horse wasn't anywhere near Spruce Territory. Looking up she noticed the sky had begun to dim, and began trotting back ti her herd.


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#227844 Posted on 2020-09-18 14:25:19

(Dragonfly, this is what I'm assuming too, haha- as far as the herds go.)

       Tango prances around the edge of the cliff, daring herself to get closer and closer. She picked her hooves high up off the ground and pounded them into the earth. She held her head high, pretending to be one of the lead horses. She tossed her head around, sure of her balancing skills. She didn't fear the edge, and she made sure the cliff new that. She wasn't afraid of anything- especially not a lousy cliff. 
      She spun around and faced the colt, beckoning him to come closer. When he refused, she simply turned to her clever thinking and peered over the edge, pretending something interesting lie below. She stamped her feet, doing anything possible to make it realistic. She figured if the colt was curious enough, he would come closer. And come closer he did, and just as he peered over the edge she nipped his flank and galloped away with a grin on her face. The colt whipped around and tried to keep up- but failed. She continued galloping, feeling the wind in her mane. She was content with the fact no one could out-wit her, or out-run her. Deep down, she'd also known what she had done was probably worth being disciplined for- but she didn't care. She glanced over at the group of stallions and mares to see if any were watching and returned her gaze to the land that lie ahead of her. 


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#227885 Posted on 2020-09-19 18:38:38

(Calypso's got a simple life right now haha)

By the time Calypso returned to her herd it was sundown and the sky was a deep blue. Surveying the herd, she saw everyone was either grazing, mingling, or even drifting off to sleep already. She flicked her ears and walked away from the commotion to a lone patch of grass near the edge of the clearing. She wanted to mingle with the herd, but her social skills where fairly bad so she kept to herself, and the rest of the herd respected that. Or they thought she was weird. Either way, they left her alone. She began to graze, deciding to try to get to sleep when the sky was black.


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#227891 Posted on 2020-09-19 19:37:55

Rubi
Rubi blew out a little puff of air, relieved, when she reached the herd again. Behind her, the sun was just setting, its colors tinting her coat. The other horses were starting to come together for the night, pressing closer to each other for warmth and safety, and Rubi joined them. The big stallions of the herd all trotted around, snorting and in general showing off, as the sky grew slowly darker. Eventually, as the stars came out over the desert sky, Rubi fell asleep.

Mesa
With one ear attuned to the various noises, bird calls and the like, Mesa clopped further into the mountains. He walked cautiously down a pass, then halfway through stopped, nostrils flaring. Something smelled different. On both sides of the pass, the steep walls were lined with boulders and small trees, with plenty of spots for something to hide. Instinctively realizing that this was a bad place to get caught, Mesa turned slowly and headed back through the pass. He could hear it now, its low growling, its quiet breath. He didn't know where it was, but it was near. Finally, the  a mountain lion jumped out at him from behind a boulder. Mesa jumped away, galloped to the end of the pass, and slid to a halt. The cat sprinted after him, but without the element of surprise, it didn't have such an edge. Mesa planted a good kick and stood facing the cat, staring him down with his good eye, until the mountain lion decided to look for easier prey. It disappeared into the rocks, and Mesa started back toward the herd. He'd better warn the others before that cat took down a foal.


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#227897 Posted on 2020-09-20 05:21:29

Tango stood on the outside of the large, loosely gathered bunch of horses. There had been rumors of mountain lions. She'd snooped around, listening to the older horses talk. Testing whether or not she could get any more information. 

*20 minutes before*
Tango stood with 2 other yearlings, the colt from before and another filly. She surveyed what was happening before her, horses were winding down, ready to sleep, tired from the day. She spotted Mesa, and she watched as he eased away from the herd, probably to patrol. Curiosity struck her between the eyes and she slipped away from the other yearlings, quietly following. She blended in well with the growing darkness- she thanked her late mother for her dark coat. As Mesa continued through the mountains, Tango stood on the outskirts of the herd. Studying. She scrambled up on a boulder that granted her a look over all the mountains. She saw the way Mesa's nostrils flared and realized something was wrong- that he could probably smell her. She bolted back for the herd- refusing to take the chance of being caught away from the herd after dark. That, she knew, would not be something worth risking. 

*Present Time*
Tango pondered her choices, she could slip away from the herd again and try and find the mountain lion herself, or she could wait and watch her herd nervously mill about while trying to figure themselves out what to do. She liked the first option better.  She slipped away from the other horses fairly easily, despite them all being wide-eyed. She started down the mountain path Mesa had taken and studied the smells, searching for the smell of a cat. She didn't have to wait long, a twig snapped behind her and she halted and whipped around. She made out a large silhouette in the darkness. She wondered if she was staring at a horse, or an oversized cat.


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