Flower: it's nothing as she herd the twolegs again run!!!!!!!! As she jumped the stream and ran
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Wildfire's ears pricked and the mare bolted out of sight.
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Flower: hid in some nearby trees
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Thornheart shot out from under the trees. He whinnied, laughing at the mares. "You thought I was a twoleg! Hah!" he snorted, pawing the ground with laughter. He tossed his mane over his head and cantered forward. "You can come out now, scaredy-ponies." He stopped laughing when he caught sight of Wildfire. "Well hello there, beautiful." he whickered softly, trotting up to her and nuzzling her mane.
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Flicka cantered slowly towards the river. The chestnut mare cantered through the water an dtossed her mane. Her tail streamed out behind her.
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Flower: came out her blue roan coat shinned white and silver in the moonlight
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Thornheart shot out from under the trees. He whinnied, laughing at the mares. "You thought I was a twoleg! Hah!" he snorted, pawing the ground with laughter. He tossed his mane over his head and cantered forward. "You can come out now, scaredy-ponies." He stopped laughing when he caught sight of Wildfire. "Well hello there, beautiful." he whickered softly, trotting up to her and nuzzling her mane.Wildfire smiled and giggled as she began to blush. "H-Hello...." She replied shyly.
Shadowspark was grazing nearby, her black coat shining. The gorgeous Friesian mare heard some voices and trotted towards them curiously.
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Flower: trotted off be alone
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flower:trotted off to be alone she needed a mate she was in seson
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User Name: poet77
Horse's Name: moon
Gender: Mare
Age: Yearling ( just became a yearling)
Rank: None for Now
Appearance:
Personality: sarcastic, romantic, stubborn, but very motherly to foals
Crush/Mate/Foal(s): thornheart/looking/none yet
Linage:gypsy vanner
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User Name:❤ƬŔƱƐ Ĥ♡ŔSƐ Ŀ♡ѴƐŔ❤
Horse's Name: Beauty
Gender:Mare
Age: Yearling
Rank: None for now
Appearance:

Personality: Meet her!
Crush/Mate/Foal(s): Has a secret crush on Thornheart/ Open/ Wants
Linage: Arabian/Saddlebred mix
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Moon Cantered around she missed her rider and was sad ever sense the fire but never ever would she want to go back. She wanted to have a foal or two and live in her new home as free and fast as she wanted when ever she wanted.
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Thornheart enjoyed flirting with all the mares. He snorted gently and nibbled on her mane, kissing her softly. Then he whinnied and turned around, rearing on his hind legs and shouting, "Everyone who wants to play follow me!" He immediately got up to a secret clearing. It was quiet and beautiful in there, with fresh water and grass all over. Thornheart said, "All the mares, in one line. Stallions on the other side."
OOC: New Character.
User Name: ღDץℓαภღ
Horse's Name: Russet
Gender: Stallion
Age: Yearling
Rank: None for now
Appearance: [img width=510 height=318]http://wakpaper.com/large/Horses_wallpapers_68.jpg[/img]
Personality: Intelligent, Leadership, Rambunctious, Evil
Crush/Mate/Foal(s): None/None/None
Linage: Purebred Thoroughbred
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Russet came charging after Thornheart. "Hey, man, still on your tail!" he whinnied, rearing on his hind legs playfully. Then he checked out the mares. "Hey, what are the fillies doing here?" he snorted. Thornheart smirked. "We're going to play a game. Get in line with me." He cleared his throat. "Okay everyone. We're going to play ten minutes in the forest. You each get a number and Russet and I as well. Then we choose a number, and whichever lucky mare that is gets to go out in the forest with us alone. Ten minutes is maximum. You can stay out for ten seconds for all I care, but ten minutes is maximum." He got his number in his head and stood, waiting. Russel whispered, "Four for me." in Thornheart's ear. Thornheart whispered. "I'm five." He told the mares, "Four and five are your choices."
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"I'm five" Beauty said softly, almost too quiet
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Thornheart snorted softly. "Alright, Beauty. You choose first. Five or four?"
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"Five" She said, slightly louder
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Thornheart whinnied in delight. "You're coming with me then." he said, heading into the forest.
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"Okay" She smiled and trotted after him
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Flicka shook her mane and her ears were pricked forwards.