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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][font=arial]I'm pulling my[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px][hr][glow=black,2,300][color=black][font=georgia][size=26pt]♛ Crazy Good ♛[hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][font=arial]weight in gold[/fancypost]


    Cîroc's gaze immediately switched from the mares as he spotted Dusty. His ears flicked back as he approached. His head held high and his back tall. The beast of a stallion let out a shrill neigh towards Dusty looking for a challenger, he was practically sure he had found one. He was now closer to the stallion awaiting to be met with the same challenge or for the other stallion to back down...




    Miracle was unsure of where to go. She waited for the other mare to finish so they could get a move on. She snorted, lifting her head high. She swatted at the few flies. Where were the humans? And where were they. She grunted before letting out a long loud neigh in hopes some horse would answer, besides the one she was with.

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    The way Ciroc had went towards Dusty to challenge him barely caught Tempest's attention. She wanted something to drink, so that is where the mare was headed. As she made her way through the horses, ears back, nipping at anyone who came to close, she noticed Warrior keeping his distance. Good. She thought as she made her way to the water. The white mare drooped her head down as she took a drink from the pond, lake, whatever it was. She was drinking the water that actually tasted pretty good.


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    her ears pinned as Tempest brushed past her flank, and the large mare snorted and craned her thick neck around nip at the other's withers. Fiction let her legs stiffen as she sidestepped away, trotting across the greenery. She needed her own space, but perhaps she would join the crowd later.


    #twisty[/fancypost]

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    //you don't mind if they have a little skirmish, do you? IF you don't want the fight to happen then i can reedit this. Dusty just needs to be put in his place.



    Dusty throws his head upward as he lands back down onto the ground. His pupils watch Ciroc quietly as he approaches. The spotted stallion's breath is quiet and it appears he is saving up every once of energy he has. Dusty makes no move to attack, not quite yet. His blueish tinted eyes flick casually over the other stallion. He takes note of the taller build Ciroc had, the average legs and powerful hindquarters. he has only sparred with others. If he lost he lost, it would only serve him right. If he died, well that was life for you as a stallion. It would just mean that he fought to his fullest abilities. Squaring up to the lead stallion Dusty flattened his ears then reared upwards. Front hooves came off the ground and swing outward towards Ciroc's face taking aim at whatever he could hit.
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    Tempest swished her tail boredly, the mare did not want to be around any of these idiotic horses. They were all great show horses, but none of them really looked like they knew how to live out on their own without being taken care of by humans. Tempest did. For a period of time the mare was out on her own, in a herd. She was actually the lead mare for a short period of time until she decided she wanted to go back to her human. Mainly because the other horses in her herd annoyed her and se constantly had to get after them and make sure everything was running smoothly because their lead stallion was a complete moron who didn't do anything other than fight other stallions. Tempest could have taken care of the herd without a lead stallion - she did for a period of time after the lead stallion got hurt enough to be limping and unable to fight. Of course, there were time Tempest was a little less mean - only slightly - and that was when she was in heat. She hated it.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][font=arial]I'm pulling my[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px][hr][glow=black,2,300][color=black][font=georgia][size=26pt]♛ Crazy Good ♛[hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][font=arial]weight in gold[/fancypost]
    (No by all means the fights are great makes things more interesting! XD )


    Cîroc too had been sizing up the other stallion. Finally a challenge, he'd been waiting for the stallion to make a move and swung his head out of the way as the other stallions hooves scratched his shoulder. Cîroc charged forward pushing up with his hind end throwing his hooves forward towards Dusty. At this point Cîrocs ears were practically flat on his poll.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][font=arial]Maybe I don't give up easily[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px][hr][glow=black,2,300][color=black][font=georgia][size=26pt]♛ Born from Broke ♛[hr][/fancypost]
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    Wicked snorted bored with the stallions fighting and searched around for someone to talk to...




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    When the two stallions began to fight, Tempest just ignored them. If they wanted to be idiots with an ego problem of who should lead so be it. Every horse who actually witnessed a herd knew it was the lead mare who did all the work and all the real leading of the herd. The stallions were just there to increase the population of the herd - though Tempest was sure no mare actually told stallions that because they didn't want to hurt their feelings. "Studs. Complete morons." She nickered to herself as she took another drink and then began to wander off, not really caring what everyone else was doing. The were being boring as well.


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    Warrior watched the two and he shivered a little, not liking the sight. They were both powerful stallions. Warrior himself was quite a powerful stallion, but he wasn't very aggressive or dominant. He was a massive sweetheart and he wasn't much for fighting. He could be mistaken for a gelding, that is how sweet and non-aggressive he was. Half of the time his rider forgot he was a stallion and would get confused when Warrior started getting excited at the smell of a mare in heat. Even if he was more gentle than a lot of stallions were, that didn't change the fact that he was still, indeed, a stallion.



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    Rustic rolled her eyes as she watched the two stallions duke it out. With a snort and a toss of her head the blackened mare turned and headed out towards the water. Her darkened irises caught sight of Tempest nearby and heard the words that were uttered from her lips. A smile formed on Rustic's lips as she called out to the mare "Hah. You could say that again. Don't know why those two are always at each other's throats" She says finally managing to catch up to the mare. Tempest wasn't the nicest mare to get along with but Rustic didn't care.


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    A half grin broke out on the spotted stallions lips as his hooves connected not with Ciroc's face but with his shoulder. At least he didn't miss completely. But that wasn't to say that Dusty was paying attention either. As Ciroc reared upward he felt the powerful stallions hooves connect with his chest and part of his neck. The feeling of it was painful but adrenaline had already been coursing through his veins which dulled most of it. With a snort and teeth barred Rusty flung his head forward aiming to bite anywhere on Ciroc's neck.
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    The white mare's ears flattened to her poll at the approach of the other horse. She didn't care if it was a mare or otherwise, she wasn't a fan of other horses. The only horse she had ever gotten along with was her older brother, Lunar. He use to bully her and pick on her all the time, so Tempest learned how to stick up for herself and fight back. She was like a tomboy for mares. "I don't know why it matters. Any real horse knows it's the mares that do all the real work. Studs are just around to populate a herd. The lead mare does all of the real work in a herd." She snorts, shaking out her mane. It didn't do any good, as her mane was braided in a neat running braid. Her human had stayed with her the night before, telling her all about the pasture. She seemed sad, and Tempest had tried to comfort her, but it hadn't been any use. Being Tempest didn't even see her human this morning before she was let out to the pasture, she was in a particularly bad mood. She wasn't going to drive the mare away - not unless she got on her nerves - but she wasn't going to pretend she was happy with her being around. Tempest's black eyes watched the stallions for a moment before she swished her tail harshly in annoyance. "Those idiots. If this keeps up everyone is going to go their own way and there won't be a herd for them to lead." She was just being truthful, bluntly so.


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    (Sorry for the inactivity- out w/ friends)


    ♛ Desert Angel ♛


    Angel lifted her head, ears twitching. "I`m Ange"- She stopped abruptly at the sound of stallions fighting. "What in the world?" The lean mare broke into a fast trot without looking back to see if her companion was following, curiosity pulling at her like one of the humans` leads. Her tail swished excitedly; if males were fighting, then a herd was to be formed. Without the safety of a group, she didn`t know what would jump out at her or if she could even fight it off.

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    [glow=black,2,300]Fly over me, evil angel[/glow]


    [shadow=white,left]ᎬᏤᏆᏞ'Ꮪ ᏞᏆᎢᎢᏞᎬ ᎪᏁᏀᎬᏞ➵[/shadow]


    [glow=black,2,300]Why can't I breath, evil angel ?[/glow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=Black borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px][size=15pt]OOC: Im'a just pretend they're already in the pasture


    IC: A repetitive, soft, yet not so, clack could be heard as a tall standing Friesian stood angrily in the wide expanse of land in from of her, hoof clanging aggressively against the rocky ground. Her midnight hued pelt stood out amongst the scenery of green surrounding her. Sure, her coat was silky and beautiful, but that doesn't mean it isn't a nuisance; especially in the summer. The invisible UV rays cascading down to the earth where attracted to her coat, which made her twice as hot as the average horse. Ears that once stood proudly atop her head where now pinned to her larger head; a sign of agression. She didn't know why she was here, heck, she didn't even know why she was taken from her free home over to seemingly eternal Rocky Mountains. She'd lived a happy life there, away from all the commotion of pesky humans, but, I guess happiness isn't forever. Now she's stuck with a rider whom couldn't be more annoying. Rinnie let out a loud and aggressive squeal, as if daring someone to try and talk to her. A long, wavy tail of black cascaded from her rear down to her ankles. The mare began to swish it left and right to clear away the flies buzzing around her. She blinked her chocolate hued optics before making her way toward the opposing direction from the others at a slow trot. The Friesian mare really didn't want to get caught up in all the ruckus.

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    [size=8][font=impact][glow=black,2,300]Carry on my wayward son[/glow]


    [size=24][shadow=white,left]ᎥᏁᏧᎥᎯᏁᎯ ᏧᎵᏋᎯᎷ✵[/shadow]


    [size=8][font=impact][color=White][glow=black,2,300]There'll be peace when you are done ![/glow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=Black borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px][color=white][size=15pt]Letting a soft nicker escape from his large, flat teeth, Lukas happily cantered around in larger circles, slowly getting closer to the mares as he did so. He wasn't entirely pleased with te situation, but he trusted his rider. She wouldn't do so etching like this without a good reason. The stallion lifted his chin, a long winny eruptin from his teeth as he did so. Whilst the other two stallions where fighting for dominance, Lukas casually went in to sweep up the mares. Ciroc and Dusty are distracted, so why not?[/size]

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    Miracle followed until they came acrozs a herd. Two stallions were fighting and one stallion was sweeping up mares. She snorted. "Well. We found.other horses." She grunted. She casually trotted down towards the herd. Then she looked back at the mare. "Coming?" She asked before walking forward again.

    Peaches shook her head at the fighting Stallions but still found herself walking a bit closer. When she was now near them but still at a safe distance. She watched them for a while but got bored and soon walked away. She was headed to the mares that were at the water. She didn't speak to them but just drank her fill of water. When she lifted her head she heard them talk about the stallions fighting. She didn't join their conversation though and just stood, enjoying the cool breeze passing.

    ♛ Desert Angel ♛


    The Arabian shook dust out of her mane and replied, "`Course! Oh, I`m Angel, by the way." She slowed down as she caught sight of Tempest. Oh, no. . . . She thought, swishing her tail uneasily. She`d raced against Diablo`s daughter; Angel had heard the rumors that the white mare would nip at nearby horses before a race just because her rider strapped the girth a little too tight, or tugged at her reigns too much. The black-and-white racer gave the other a wide berth as she approached, just in case.

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    Tempest was not very pleased with all of the other horses approaching, but she figured it was partially her fault for hanging out near the water hole area, so of course horses were going to come near. Her back leg stomped impatiently, annoyed with the other horses and the idiotic studs fighting She saw Lukas trying to sneak past the feuding stallions and she had to hand it to him, he wasn't as stupid as the other stallions. Didn't make her like him anymore than the others though, she still was not a fan of other horses. They were annoying and a lot of the ones were high class horses, either show jumpers, racers, dressage preps, or overall just prissy papered horses. Tempest herself was born in the wild to a mother who died giving birth and taken in by her human. She knew Western and English, but she was well known for her English days. The white mare was a MustangXThoroughbredXArabian cross, her father being a MustangXArabian and her mother being a Thoroughbred. She had pretty good stamina, strength, and she was ill-tempered like her father; however she was an angel in comparison to the black devil - she was glad he wasn't here. If he was, no one would doubt who was in charge. There wouldn't be stupid little fights over herd mares because her father would win almost any fight. Given, he was too aggressive so he was never put out to pasture with ANY other horse. Not even Tempest. She didn't get along with her father either - they were to much alike.



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    (Thinking about leaving this rp- not that anyone did anything wrong but I think my character is too dull for anyone to acknowledge or interact with ha-ha)

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    OOC: If you stay, you can interact with Warrior. He hasn't done a whole lot and he is a lot friendlier than Tempest.



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    Peaches could talk to Fiction too :D


    Peaches could tell Tempest was a annoyed by her presence but wasn't too bothered by it. She simply just walked away because she already drank her fill of water and didn't want to cause any trouble. The mare ended up near where she was when first came to the meadow. She looked up to see if there was anyone to talk to because she felt quite lonely by herself. Peaches then spotted two friendly looking mares and so she walked up to them. She greeted them by nickering to the two.

    ♛ Desert Angel ♛


    Angel swished her tail and reached out her muzzle to touch the new horse`s, plainly curious. "Do you know what`s going on with our humans? Why did they leave us here?" She asked, looking at the fighting stallions for a long moment. Her eyes lingered on a buckskin horse who was approaching the group of mares, and her ears swiveled back uneasily. All this chaos. . . .