As far as our hooves can carry us (horse herd rp open/JUMP IN!)

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    It is no mystery why the mustang represents freedom. There hooves tae them where they please and their heart pump american blood. They throw their manes in a care free manner and bray when its time to fight. They can dance over the hills or rear up and attack the only question. They know who they are, they are mustangs...but do you? The choice is yours, what will you do?




    Plot
    horses start out as loners and join one another, forming herds or perhaps choosing to remain a loner, or even becoming a rogue. They learn to interact and deal with each other each horse facing their own challenges and struggles. Young bachelors looking for mares, lead stallions keeping breeding rights and protecting his mares and foals, the lead mare who is the mother of the herd guiding them to safety and keeping out of harms reach, the foal who struggles to survive, the mare who tries to keep up, her belly filled with a foal and the elder who coughs up dust. Together they somehow manage to survive well...at last for now


    [b]Rules
    1. no ooc fights
    2. keep it realistic and stick to real horses behavior
    3. fighting is allowed (out come will be determined on a realistic basis, if two players cannot resolve h=who wins i will choose)
    4. mares can be stolen
    5. no talking
    6. MARES ARE NOT ALWAYS IN HEAT (heat will happen every 21 days and lasts for 5 days)
    7. not to many orphaned foals please
    8. mares should out number stallions by a decent number
    9. Please dont job if you dont know anything about horses
    10. post at least 5 sentences
    please check for updates


    Currently...
    No bands/herds have formed yet and all horses are loners.
    Season: mid april so time for mares to begin heat cycles
    herds: none
    loners: Ryder (s), Sabrina (m), Raine (m), Gunner (s), Primrose (m), Petra (m), High Noon (c)


    To join
    there is no forum but I do require the basics (picture, age, gender, foals, mare if in heat, mares, stallion, herd, family) FINALLY, ALL HORSES ARE MUSTANGS THAT MEANS USE PICTURES OF MUSTANGS!

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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family


    Ryder snorted as he danced through the planes in search of mares. He was now 6 and 3 of those years e had spent with a herd he had built form the bottom up only to have humans rip them away from him. This time would be different. His nostrils flared, sniffing for mares as it was now april and they would be going tiny heat a perfect opportunity to start a herd. His eyes scanned the area as he continued searching, kicking up dust and dirt as he went.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family


    Sabrina wandered through a grassy plain the sun hitting her coat gently. She was in no search of a herd and certainly not looking for stallions, however herds were safer. With a snort she lowered her head, nibbling absent mindedly on some rough grass. She thought about what it would be like to be in a herd as she had never been in one herself. Separated form her mother at an early age she learns to survive fight and be strong, yet the natural overwhelming desire to join a herd seemed to be kicking in as she wandered closer and closer to loner territory.

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    THREE YEARS - MARE - LONER - IN SEASON




    It had only been since the previous winter that Raine had been kicked out of her herd. The playfulness of her older siblings (it had rather been a toleration of her spunk, as well as occasionally indulging her childish behavior) was dearly missed and dreadfully felt. The spirit and quality of life in her familial herd was a lost echo to the wind.




    She had tailed them for a few days, first near the very rear of their trail, but then further away. Her sire had driven her away from her family until she was so far back she couldn't find their scents. Their warmth and familiarity was lost to the chill of winter and Raine was forced to take shelter in a sliver of a forest that became her home for the colder months.




    Now that spring had finally arrived, the spirited young mare found herself enjoying the warmth of the sunlight. She was still within sight distance of her winter home, but further out in a large grassy field with much to eat. Dozing (rather foolishly, I might add) in the wide open, Raine huffed a sigh and felt her head bobbing in contentment and sleep.
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    [align=center]TEN YEARS - STALLION - BACHELOR
    After ten years of living, Gunner still didn't have his own herd. It didn't leave much to be said about his leadership skills, although there is stuff to be said. He had the scars to prove it. His red roan body was littered with them, all along his torso and hindquarters and chest and neck and even his head. Bites and kicks, scratches and gashes. He'd received every degree of a beating that could be possible.




    The life of a wild horse seemed to suit Gunner, nonetheless. He'd gone through herds quickly, easy with the mares and hard with the stallions. But something always seemed to happen that caused him to lose the herd. A terrible storm that split the herd apart. A cougar attack that killed a few mares and scattered the rest. A strong stallion coming to steal his place in a meager fight when he was sick. His one mare he'd gotten pregnant dying during labor.




    The list could go on and on, but Gunner chose to be an optimist. He'd run with a bachelor band for the past couple of years, but the young stallions of the group never gave the elder a chance to bargain for the herds they found. So he left them in the fall, choosing to spend the winter and now the coming spring alone. He preferred it over the bossy, high-maintenance gaggle of high school colts. However, what he really truly preferred was a herd he could claim and keep.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]Primrose plodded onward through the long strands of golden grasses that tickled her legs and the bottom of her round belly. Having just given birth only a week prior, Primrose's barrel still resembled that of a pregnant mare's; swollen and tender. Clinging tightly to her side, slim little legs swiftly carrying his brand new body, trotted a young, black colt. His eyes were wide, ears like satellites swivelling back and forth anxiously at every sound. The world was huge and frightening and he'd barely had time to rest since he'd tumbled into his strange, new surroundings. Lucky for Primrose, the colt never once complained.


    Since dropping her foal, Primrose was always on the alert, rarely taking time to graze for longer than a few hours before she moved her little family on somewhere new. There hadn't been any real threats but she wasn't willing to wait around for something to approach them.


    Now she was on the move simply because thirst nagged at her parched throat. The scent of water was faint on the breeze but Primrose remembered a hidden creek trickled through the valley not far off. She craned her neck around to ensure both of her offspring were still able to keep up before breaking into a slow lope.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]On Primrose's opposite side trotted her three year old grulla filly, Petra. Occasionally she would have to pick up a canter to keep up with her dam's swift pace but when the older dun mare had something on her mind, the filly certainly didn't question it. Petra was feeling less rushed than Primrose and even took the time to gaze about at their surroundings while they moved across the large, hilly expanse of land. Occasionally they would pass another horse or two, but Primrose never paused long enough for Petra to approach and greet potential new companions. Once or twice the young mare tried to stray from her dam's side but was met with the relentless sting of Primrose's teeth on her hindquarters as she chased after her and drove her away from the strangers. Eventually Petra had just given up.


    With the creek now in view, Petra cantered past her dam and brother and splashed into the shallow water with a pleased snort.
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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family


    Soon Ryder began to feel tired and had thought of giving up. Just then a slight breeze sent something to his nose... was it mares? He snorted thinking he had finally become a victim of heat stroke and so early in the season too. No, the smell was still there. Maybe he should go find out what it was, perhaps there really were mares. With new found determination and will he went galloping in their direction. It wasnt long until he spotted them, a dam with two foals, one a bit younger than him and one a new born...colt. He looked around, they were the only horses in sight. He began walking towards them, his head up in curiosity but he nickered in friendly greeting. He bowed his head to the older mare, looking about 10 years old as he lowered his head and averted his eyes to the ground, hoping to convey he was no threat to them.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family


    Sabrina counted wandering, enjoying the spring breezes while they lasted because when the wyoming sun came in for summer it really came in. Last year had been the worst. That summer what she saw was tragedy. Heat stroke left bodies everywhere, foals nursing dead dames, horses eating each others manes and tails to avoid starvation, yes...she had been the lucky one. Thinking about the hot sun made her thirsty, but luckily quite by chance she stumbled across a small pond. She drank from its co waters and as fares she could tell she was the only horse around.

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    no alliance • stallion • 7 years


    Some thought, or some undecided fate, had lead him to the situation of where he had been thrown out of his previous herd. Not that it had been much of a surprise to him, really: with a cheeky, ambitious personality, what else could he have done? Stood there while that ugly, merciless leader directed her group right into the very claws of a wolf pack? He had only done his best to protect them, and they even supported it, but that fat mare hadn't thought the same.


    Now, with his thick black tail swishing from side to side, the spindly-legged mustang plodded onwards through the plains, that scene of being exiled in the back of his mind. The most important thing right now was finding a herd, or perhaps form one on his own. It wouldn't be easy, but if his previous leader had done it, so could he.


    And it wasn't like being alone was bad, either. He would occasionally twitch his ear in discomfort at the silence, the only sound the soft, barely audible breeze. Admittedly, he was hungry, and very thirsty, too. What he would give to be around someone right now... to communicate without aggression. Finding another stallion probably wouldn't be the best luck, especially if he was going for trying to create a herd.


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    Mare
    6 years » In season 0 coverings » no herd
    petals

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    Cloud pricked her ears forward after grazing for several moments, jerking her head up in surprise as a hare bolted right beside her. She let out a short grunt, pawing at the ground before galloping in a tight circle, sending dirt flying as she bucked her legs in the air.




    That stupid rabbit had startled her. The mare galloped forward several more strides, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. It took a few moments, but she finally started to cool down, and she gradually brought herself to a halt.




    Cloud shook out her coat with a scowl. She quickly looked around, swishing her tail and expertly swatting flies without a second glance. The mare twitched one ear to where she heard the faint chirping of birds in the background, though she chose to ignore it and simply went back to her irritable grazing.
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    THREE YEARS - MARE - LONER - IN SEASON




    Although Raine tolerated being alone, she had grown to hate it. The absence of a herd (the grunts, snorts, tail-swishing, feet-stomping, and squealing) was a deep hole in her lifestyle. The sounds of nature didn't feel complete without a herd's own voice to add to the song. The young mare didn't enjoy being alone. Playing with hares and birds didn't feel the same as tousling with her older brother before he was kicked out as well.




    The gray mare's napping was interrupted by the sound of paws among grass. A scent rose up, dousing her nostrils in the strong, ripe smell of a young coyote. Raine's head rose up sharply and her hooves began to go into movement, quickly trying to locate the young predator. She found him, about twenty feet away, creeping carefully through the tall grass. An anxious squeal left Raine's mouth before she took off, flying away from the coyote and also her winter home.




    Thankfully, the coyote didn't pursue. The gray mare eventually slowed from a fast run to a traveling jog, hooves moving in a two-beat pattern. The scenery around her had changed a bit, turning from a wide field into a dry, dirt-filled expanse with many ups and downs. Raine followed along a simple deer trail, her heart growing weary at the feeling of traveling alone.
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    [align=center]TEN YEARS - STALLION - BACHELOR
    The sun was heavy on his back. Although spring usually entitled a multitude of rainstorms and flooding, this spring seemed particularly warm. Gunner stood atop a hill, sniffing the breeze for any possible signs of horse life. His nostrils caught the scent of a pair of mares, as well as the milky scent of a foal. No stallion followed in his observation and the roan moved his body swiftly to reach the trio.




    By the time he reached the mares, another stallion had taken notice as well. Painted brown and white, the other stallion looked several years older than Gunner himself. He also seemed more slim and lean, compared to the roan's broad, muscular, and rather stocky build. The stallion slowed his pace to a walk, making sure to keep his distance.




    He'd had an encounter with a lone mare and her offspring before. It had left a small scar on his hindquarter, just near his left stifle, but he hadn't forgotten the event lightly. Lone mares were often dreadfully protective of their foals, no matter the age, and Gunner was no stranger to that fact. Another deep sniff brought him to the conclusion that the pair of mares were relatives. Another fact rung in his mind. They were both in season.




    The stakes of this match were just raised higher.




    Gunner stayed back for a moment, well outside the mare's distance of reach should she decide she didn't like him there. He pricked his ears forward and watched the young bachelor attempt to coax the mare closer.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;](Primrose will be a little stubborn for the first day or so before settling in with a stallion ;))


    Primrose didn't slow until her hooves met the tender creek bed that seemed to soften underneath of her weight. She remained on the edge, reaching her head down to touch her lips to the creek's glassy surface, and swallowed back gulp after gulp.


    The soft plod of approaching hooves forced Primrose's head to snap upward abruptly, ears swivelling toward a bay pinto stallion that slowly advanced upon her and her offspring. He seemed relaxed and almost submissive, not an obvious threat to her but Primrose remained wary. She stood rigidly, ears laying back against her head and lips pinching together with obvious irritation. The faint tickle of her colt's fuzzy mane brushing against her barrel caused her to step back from the water's edge just enough to push High Noon further away from the pinto stallion.


    A loud snort vibrated her nostrils; a clear warning to the stud to stay where he was. Her gaze shifted to Petra who was quite obviously interested in the stallion, and Primrose whisked her long, dark tail in annoyance.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]Petra lifted her wet muzzle from the creek and wiggled her lips about, tickled by the little droplets of water that rolled off of her maw and dripped back to the stream below. She felt Primrose suddenly grew tense at her side and the young mare followed her dam's gaze to an approaching stallion. With her interest piqued, Petra simply observed, ears pressing forward eagerly and nostrils quivering with each intake of breath as she attempted to scent the stallion from a distance.


    Daringly, Petra stepped forward and reached her neck out toward the bachelor but the stomp of Primrose's fore hoof against the soggy ground caused the grulla to still. A low, huffy breath left her lungs and Petra moved closer to Primrose's side, however movement from the corner of her eye soon caught her attention instead.


    A lone bay roan stood a little ways off, watching the interaction between her mother and the pinto. Unable to help herself, Petra called out to him with a shrill whinny, inviting him to come closer out of sheer curiosity.
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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family


    Ryder nickerd to Petra, raisng his head slowly was he looked at Primrose. Blinking gently at her. Soon he was distracted by the presnce of Gunner. He snorted angrily lashing his tail as fire crept into his eyes. He brayed at the stallion angirly,warnng him tback off now or there would be a fight He had just fond his mares, and there were 2 in season as well as a young colt, he would not give them up now! The odds were significantly in his favor, he had lead his own herd, was in phenominal shape and was extremely agile. The larger stallion was much older, and looked inexperienced and his large frame would only act as a disadvantage. Gunner's best bet was to back off now.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family


    Sabrina counted wandering, enjoying the spring breezes while they lasted because when the wyoming sun came in for summer it really came in. Last year had been the worst. That summer what she saw was tragedy. Heat stroke left bodies everywhere, foals nursing dead dames, horses eating each others manes and tails to avoid starvation, yes...she had been the lucky one. Thinking about the hot sun made her thirsty, but luckily quite by chance she stumbled across a small pond. She drank from its co waters and as fares she could tell she was the only horse around.

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    THREE YEARS - MARE - LONER - IN SEASON




    Although Raine tolerated being alone, she had grown to hate it. The absence of a herd (the grunts, snorts, tail-swishing, feet-stomping, and squealing) was a deep hole in her lifestyle. The sounds of nature didn't feel complete without a herd's own voice to add to the song. The young mare didn't enjoy being alone. Playing with hares and birds didn't feel the same as tousling with her older brother before he was kicked out as well.




    The gray mare's napping was interrupted by the sound of paws among grass. A scent rose up, dousing her nostrils in the strong, ripe smell of a young coyote. Raine's head rose up sharply and her hooves began to go into movement, quickly trying to locate the young predator. She found him, about twenty feet away, creeping carefully through the tall grass. An anxious squeal left Raine's mouth before she took off, flying away from the coyote and also her winter home.




    Thankfully, the coyote didn't pursue. The gray mare eventually slowed from a fast run to a traveling jog, hooves moving in a two-beat pattern. The scenery around her had changed a bit, turning from a wide field into a dry, dirt-filled expanse with many ups and downs. Raine followed along a simple deer trail, her heart growing weary at the feeling of traveling alone.
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    [align=center]TEN YEARS - STALLION - BACHELOR
    To say that Gunner had no experience was a hilariously incorrect statement. If anything, the roan stallion was profoundly experienced. He had a multitude of scars scattered across his body to prove it. Sure, he had never kept a herd of his own long enough to faithfully protect them (and these were all due to a plethora of reasons he couldn't ever had stopped from happening, except for the rogue few), but if those situations had given him anything it was experience and a knowledge to do better the next time around.




    Gunner found it almost amusing to watch the pinto's expression change from soft and easy to angry and hard. The young mare's call enticed the bachelor and he took a step closer, ears pricked. Although true that the younger stallion might have agility on his side, the ability of quickness meant that he had less muscle on his form. The roan, on the other hand, had more muscle and broadness. In a manner of speaking, the pinto was a motorcycle while the roan was a wrecking ball.




    The pinto snorted and brayed a warning, but Gunner bobbed his head and began moving toward the pair of mares and the colt. He kept a watchful eye on the older mare, fully intent to give her the distance she required should she lash out. It was obvious who was the leader, and Gunner was prepared to go through the measures to earn her trust before any of the other two. The rest of his attention was drawn toward the younger bachelor.




    The roan stallion pinned his ears and hunkered down to walk closer to the mares. His muscles were tense and ready to spring should the pinto try and charge at him. Gunner was just as prepared to fight for these mares as Ryder was. The only difference between the two was Gunner had five years more of experience in mares, leading herds, nature knowledge, and fighting.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]Primrose's teeth landed a sharp nip upon Petra's rear end, earning a pained squeal from her daughter. The dun was growing rather irritable now with the commotion they seemed to be drawing in. The change in the pinto stallion's demeanour when the roan began to approach had Primrose moving further down the creek bed with High Noon glued to her side, emitting little whickers and snorts of confusion and curiosity.


    With ears still laid upon her head in warning to keep their distance, Primrose began to ignore the stallions and returned her attention to the trickling creek underfoot. She reached her muzzle down to the water and sucked back a few thirsty mouthfuls while still keeping an eye upon Petra.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]Petra watched the stallions with obvious interest but her loyalty still remained with her mother. Slowly the young grulla shuffled after Primrose when she moved away from the potential confrontation about to unfold. Her nostrils quivered excitedly, ears remaining pricked and interested, and occasionally a few soft nickers and whuffles left the filly's maw.


    (Sorry these are a little short, I'm tired today.)
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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family


    Ryder was also the opposite of inexperieced as well and just because he was smaller and agile did not mean he was muscuar infact he too was quite the contrary. He had eveloepd large magnifectn muscles that did not inhibit him from his speed and skils which he had needed and maintained from the harsh conditions his herd had faced. Now he looked ot this stallion with nothing but hatred as he continued advancing on his mares. Furiously he threw back his head charging the stallion as he reared up kicking him in the shoulders in fury.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family


    Sabrina counted wandering, enjoying the spring breezes while they lasted because when the wyoming sun came in for summer it really came in. Last year had been the worst. That summer what she saw was tragedy. Heat stroke left bodies everywhere, foals nursing dead dames, horses eating each others manes and tails to avoid starvation, yes...she had been the lucky one. Thinking about the hot sun made her thirsty, but luckily quite by chance she stumbled across a small pond. She drank from its co waters and as fares she could tell she was the only horse around.

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    THREE YEARS - MARE - LONER - IN SEASON




    Coming to a halt at the top of a hill, Raine spotted the shape of a horse against a circle of sparkling blue water. After traveling for a bit, the gray mare was beginning to desperately need hydration and had begun following the scent of water. It seemed another horse had done the same. The shape and smell told Raine the horse was a mare and that encouraged her to trot down toward the pond.




    Raine hesitantly approached from the opposite side of the water. She desperately wanted to make friends with the mare, but she still wasn't sure whether the other was as friendly as she was. However, the gray mare took comfort in the fact that she was at least seeing another horse-like face.




    After dropping her head and greedily sucking up mouthfuls of water, Raine pricked her ears toward the bay and white mare and nickered warmly.
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    [align=center]TEN YEARS - STALLION - BACHELOR
    Gunner had been to this rodeo a few too many times around. He watched as the mares began to move away from the growing tension, like a herd searching for shelter before a thunderstorm broke. When the other stallion threw his head up and charged like a raging bull, the broad roan shifted his body to meet him.




    As Ryder moved into a rear, Gunner did the same. He pawed his forelegs out, hoping to land any sort of blow on his opponent. He also moved his head forward, teeth bared and ears pinned, desperately trying to aim for the other's eyes or ears. Gunner felt a hoof land against the right side of his chest and drag down over his skin. A searing pain burned where the blow had landed and the roan instantly knew that he had a gash bleeding on him.




    However, adrenaline rushed to take over and the pain momentarily disappeared. Gunner felt his balance sway, having been on his back legs for too long, and he dropped down, ducking to the left to avoid Ryder's hooves. He spun and trotted a few feet away, flicking his tail. Although he very well could have, the experienced bachelor didn't move to attack the younger again. Instead, he tossed his head and turned his attention back to the mares.




    He didn't go to take them away but he also didn't leave. He waited, patiently and righteously, for something to happen. Either the mares would accept the younger stallion as their leader or they would move off without him. Either the other bachelor would attack him again or he would attempt to coax the mares to accepting him. He mostly, though, kept his gaze on the friendly young mare of the two, and huffed out a few affectionate nickers and sighs in her direction.
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    ooc: Gunner is unrealistically sized, the way you are describing it makes him sound like a draft horse when this is impossible in real life. The average for mustang height is only 13- 14.2 hands and the weight reaching a maximum of 1000 when the average for that is 700-800. Please fix this Kuna :)
    EVERYONE PLEASE LIST HEIGHT AND WEIGHT IN FANCY POST

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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family•14.1hh•750lbs


    Ryder was furious and continued attacking, dodging the stallions blows with his agility. He aimed for the stallion's legs, knowing they were the weakest part, break any part of it and he would not be getting up. As he jumped away to block a hoof coming at his shoulder he was distracted by the scent of more mares, farther away but with no stallion around them. Ryder let out a startled yelp as he fell to the ground, his shoulder in indescribable pain. He lay there for a few moment writhing, and luckily Gunner walked away. Ryder rose to his hooves, limping as he approached the stallion. He grabbed the stallions mane and forced his head around, tearing out a large chunk which he spat on the ground. Quickly after words Ryder began limping away as fast as he could, taking off towards the two mares he smelled in the distance.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family•13.3hh•710lbs


    [font=courier][color=white]Sabrina placed her lips on the cold surface of the small pond and drank, the water flowing to her stomach. A gentle breeze blew through, calling her even more and she sighed in relief, perfectly content with the world. She jumped when she heard the knicker of another horse.Eyes rolling and legs ready to run as she determined what it was. She instantly relaxed when she realized it was a mare, and the noise she had heard was friendly call. She nicked back in an equally inviting tone, trotting to the mare in a relaxed yet curious gate. She looked at her curiously and coked her head to the side when she got closer. Stopping a few feet away as she became familiar with the mares scent, watching her every move.

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    Primrose seemed to visibly lose some of the tension in her body when the pinto rose to his feet and headed off without any more scuffling between himself and the roan. While she still wasn't thrilled with the roan stallion's presence that remained, Primrose continued to ignore him. She craned her neck around to watch her colt as he shuffled alongside of her belly, ducking his petite muzzle underneath of her where he impatiently began to nurse.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:530px;][hr][hr]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:-10px;]Keeping one ear tipped toward Primrose, Petra stepped closer to Gunner, muzzle outstretched and welcoming him closer with a soft nicker of her own. Her dam seemed to be content now that the tensity between the stallions had died down, and stood a little ways away with High Noon tucked tightly at her side while nursing.


    The young grulla swished her tail slowly against her rear legs, raising a hind hoof any time the strands tickled her hind quarters. She was intrigued by the older stallion that chose to stay near them and now that Primrose seemed to have settled, Petra's curiosity and bravery seemed to swell. Gently she touched her maw to the stallion's, politely exchanging scents and breaths.
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    THREE YEARS - MARE - LONER - IN SEASON - 13.2HH




    When the other mare showed equal interest, Raine became excited. She huffed again in the other mare's direction, feeling her heart soar when they came closer together. The gray mare moved closer as well, her body practically thrumming with energy and barely with-held excitement.




    Stepping even closer, Raine pressed her muzzle close to the other mare's and shared her breaths. She felt her body sigh with contentment. The three year old couldn't stand to be alone; it had been driving her crazy. Now she felt safer, happy, and ready for the future.




    After exchanging breaths, Raine took a step away and scanned the distance. She flicked her tail against her hocks, shooing away the annoying flies that were nibbling on her skin. A content sigh left her mouth as she felt her muscles relax.
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    Although the bleeding on his chest persisted, Gunner barely noticed it. Adrenaline was rushing through his body and the eagerness of the young mare encouraged him further. When the other bachelor limped off, the older roan heaved a sigh of relief. Twisting his head in the direction the pinto went, Gunner scented more stallion-less mares in the distance. However, he had two perfectly good ones right here.




    Turning his attention back to the mare, Gunner took a few steps closer. He made sure to keep a wary eye on the older mare. He huffed another warm sound toward the grulla, extending his neck to exchange breaths with her. Petra. It was a pretty name, to fit her pretty face.




    Gunner pulled his muzzle away, only to push his body closer and lightly touch his lips against the curve of her neck. It was a soft, hesitant touch. He didn't want to startle her nor did he want an angry dam chasing after his sorry tail. Gunner made sure to watch for the dam's signals. He would keep his distance if she wished him to. He would certainly respect her, considering she was the lead mare of their little group.
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    COMPLETED!


    (also impa, we figured it out. thanks though!)

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    ooc: of course! Wed be happy to have you!

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    Ryder
    Loner•Stallion•5•no mares•no foals•no family•14.1hh•750lbs


    Ryder limped on, distracted from the pain that would have been shooting through his body. Luckily his instincts were there, for now. Heading nickering in the distance he persisted until he came across the small pond with the two mares. He nickered out to them, hoping they would respond positively. There were absolutely no other horses around for miles and the breeze had stopped so no more would pick up on their scent, at least for now. He called encouragingly to the pair, hoping they would respond positively, to his excitement one of them seemed to accept him so he moved in. He trotted towards them whining softly as he approached standing only feet away and continuing, his ears forward in curiosity. The paint seemed to be encouraging her friend who stood behind her, and he listed to her calls intently. If this worked then he would have not one but two mares! The paint reached forward and touched her nose against his nickering softly. He then called to the gray in aa harmless curious and excited tone.


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    Sabrina
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•in season•no family•13.3hh•710lbs


    Sabrina nickered softly to the mare and stepped towards her, beginning to groom her gray coat. She did not miss a beat when she heard the stallion calling to herald she looked on with curiosity. perhaps it was the other mare's presence that made her braver for she found herself responding to the stallion, telling him to come closer. When he did she approached him touching her nose agents his before she stopped back and called one her shoulder tot eh gray standing only feet away. Her nickers were encouraging as well, as if to say 'come on, its okay'. For some reason she was complelty comfortable with her surroundings, at least for now.


    [img width=510 height=339]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…55aecb069177cb0c1e3f9.jpg[/img]Ella
    Loner•Mare•3•no stallion•no foals•no family•13.2


    [color=white][font=courier]The young overly enthusiastic mare once again found herself alone. Her problem was commitment. She would settle down with one stallion for awhile and would absent mindedly drift away. It wasnt that she was shy or antisocial, she was the oppostie and would generally the one coaxing them closer, but alas now she was alone.

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